Yngfre the Windswept Failure
Yngfre created on 18th of September 2019, and is currently 44 years old (476 hours played).

Title: the Windswept Failure
Gender: Female
Level: 50
Class: avian thief

Background history:

  1. From Rags to Riches - posted at 2019-10-04 17:55:34
  2. Birth of a Street Rat - posted at 2020-01-01 21:26:02
  3. Alcohol and Kleptomania - posted at 2020-02-21 00:31:27
  4. Chasing Shadows - posted at 2020-04-12 18:18:56
  5. Curse of the Red-Handed - posted at 2020-04-22 00:24:23
From Rags to Riches
Imagine 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.

Description (commended):

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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