Yngfre the Grand Mistress of LarcenyYngfre created on 18th of September 2019, and is currently 31 years old (252 hours played).
Title: the Grand Mistress of Larceny
Class: avian thief
- From Rags to Riches - posted at 2019-10-04 17:55:34
- Birth of a Street Rat - posted at 2020-01-01 21:26:02
- Alcohol and Kleptomania - posted at 2020-02-21 00:31:27
From Rags to RichesImagine the life of a child in the Timaran streets. No mother, no
father, only a persistent hunger. Of course Yngfre stole, you would steal,
and so she did. At first it was free food, and then it turned into awkward
chats with the day guards. And finally, when pinned in the alley, it turned
into her against him.
Ten years later, as a youth offender, she was released. And on her first
day, another, privileged no more than she, said, "I will show you how to
live," and extended a frail hand to her. Yngfre followed the man, he looked
old and homeless, just like a beggar, but there was something about him.
She had noticed the tattoo of something obscure on the back of his hand.
They soon reached the South Side Kitchen, where warm soup accompanied them
on a table. The old geezer gestured for Yngfre to examine the room, the
environment, the people, and how they interact with one another. He began
to philosophize as Yngfre listened and took in her first true lesson. From
this moment forward, she was to join the Thieves guild and ascend to her
pinnacle. Only there could she truly make a difference in the world.
From out behind the petite human frame, a pair of grey feathery wings
arch high into the air around her. These stormy appendages have a
wingspan that is capable of engulfing her like a tower shield. Their
bottom rows have feathers that have started to turn white from late
moulting, occasionally shedding to drift off into the wind.
This winged human has ashen grey hair that falls beneath her
shoulders unkempt and weathered. The long strands frame a youthful
face that is etched with a stoic look. She looks to be athletically
toned with no blemishes on her pale skin, except for a tiny pewter
ring in her right nostril. Her eyes are a deep, rich brown that are
windows into the calmness of her very soul.
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