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Deela
Delores "Deela" Windview
| Name | Deela |
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| Occupation | Bree-land Debutante, Barmaid, or Thief (depending on who you ask) |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | The back-alleys of Bree |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | A young woman with dark, slightly unruly hair. Her fair skin is dusted with faint freckles and she has a birthmark on her left cheek. She is petite, standing only about 5'1" tall with a slim frame. Although a few years ago she could be seen in well-made (although not excessively fancy) dresses tunics, today she makes do with whatever she can find. At the moment, that consists of a well-worn, much-patched and mended faded-blue tunic. A pecular item that she carries is a stuffed badger's tail that hangs from her belt. A pair of used daggers completes her wardrobe, offering her a little security on the streets of Bree and the surrounding towns. |
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Background
Ever rebellious, young Delores Windview (Deela as she was known to her friends) disobeyed her parents' wishes and began seeing Covell Woodwright, a young man from Combe who had joined the brigand band know as the Blackwold. She even sought to impress him by learning how to steal trinkets from the vendors in Bree.
But the day Covell's "friends" locked her in a cell for ransom was when she learned that his interest in her was limited to her family's money. Even after the ransom was paid, she was not released. But with some effort, luck, and a makeshift lockpick she managed to free herself from the cell and escape the Blackwold compound. However, she felt too ashamed to return to her home after she managed to get free, so Deela sought refuge within the walls of Archet, working in the kitchen as a scullery maid at the Mad Badger Inn.
| Friends | none yet |
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| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies | none |
| Loves | Bree-land; the people and places. Good bawdy music and the atmosphere of the local inns. |
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| Hates | The Blackwold (and other brigands, bandits, thugs, etc.) And spiders. HATES spiders. Even tiny household ones. (Arachnaphobia is a terrible disease) |
| Motivation | Thinks that MAYBE she might reconcile with her parents one day, if she can ever bring herself to admit that they were right. |
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