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ROMILLY LECADRE
"I'll cut you with my silver tongue, make you bleed prayers you hoped you'd never have to use."
Name: Romilly Lecadre
Nickname: Milly
Aliases: Arianell Maran, Vela Artov
Age: 25
Race: Half-Naveri
Magic: Arcane
Appearance: Romilly, a half-elf of Faledren, takes after both mother and father equally. She has her father's tanned skin and her mother's dark blue hair. Milly has tarnished silver colored eyes, a plethora of freckles, and curly hair of the untameable kind. Slight of stature, standing at barely five-foot-three-inches and weighing a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet. With years of farming alongside her father, then moving on to living on the streets, Milly has hardened and toned her body.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Whip, daggers, throwing knives
Years within the Cult of Thieves: Almost five years
Specialization: Acquisition
As one attuned to the Arcane, Milly uses wards to mask her presence, and in this lies her greatest strength: invisibility. With an indomitable will, stealth, agility, and a surprising amount of strength, Romilly, even before joining the Cult of Thieves, made a name for herself as a thief. Able to slip in and out of places unseen, Milly can take as she pleases, and as such, breaking and entering has been one of her greatest strengths since the beginning of her criminal career.
Personality Traits:
Positive: LOYAL - INSTINCTIVE - CLEVER - RESOURCEFUL
Neutral: QUIET - RESERVED - AMBITIOUS - SHREWD
Negative: SLY - SUSPICIOUS - UNFORGIVING - CRITICAL
HISTORY
Born to a Naveri of Eversyth and a Faledren native, Romilly was raised in her father's homeland where they could live as a family without fear of persecution and the inevitable possibility of death.
Though well below the poverty line, Milly grew up in a happy, loving home where hard work and laughter dictated the landscape. Romilly spent her younger years tilling the land and handling livestock with her father and learning how to cook and needlework with her mother. As she grew older her mother furthered her education and her father began teaching her how to use the bullwhip for the livestock they raised.
When she was nine, her mother left Faledren to return to her own homeland. Though she loved her husband and daughter very much, she loved what she left behind even more. As one who would live much longer than the two she loved, she did not wish to see their inevitable deaths and left with much regret.
A few short years after puberty, Romilly found her attunement. Without her mother's guidance and wealth of elven knowledge, her arcane attunement was severely neglected. Until about two years later, when another caster attuned to the arcane found her. He recognized her attunement and offered to train her. There was only one condition: when the time came, she do whatever it was he asked. Young and naive to the world, Romilly agreed. Years passed and her magical education flourished. Illusions were difficult but attainable with enough hard work and practice, conjured weapons were almost impossible, same with energy blasts, but wards... Since the beginning Romilly has shown an extreme aptitude for wards.
She and her father continued their farming ways until his death shortly after Milly's fifteenth birthday. Once the news spread, she was kicked off her family's farm as new farmers arrived to claim it. Heartbroken and without a place to live, Milly found herself on the streets with no money, no food, the clothes on her back, and the few mementos she was able to grab before fleeing her childhood home.
For months she struggled, living as a beggar outside Windfeld's protective wall. Then, as winter threatened Faledren, her arcane mentor found her. Her one condition was due and it changed her life forever. He clothed and fed her and gave her the details of her one condition. She was to sneak into a noble estate, steal an import ledger that contained maritime information and give it to her mentor. She was given two weeks of preparation. She scouted the estate, gouged her warding abilities, and then, finally, broke into the estate early one morning. The job went surprisingly well, and Milly, struck with a new found confidence, refused to return to begging.
Thievery was something she was always told not to do, but her father was dead and her mother gone. She needed money to survive. Food. Warm clothing. She did what she needed to with only one of her own conditions: never take from someone who's worse off than you. Life from then on was easier... dangerous and full of adrenaline spiked heists... but easier. Slowly her moral compass fell away as her theft grew from food and clothing to jewels, ledgers, and eventually, living, breathing, people.
Though life had its ups and downs, Milly kept one thing as a token of her previous life. Laughter. Smiles. Til this day Romilly still smiles and laughs, if only to keep the memories of her mother and father. Some might think it ungenuine or odd, but it keeps her sane, it keeps her focused on the next job, the next heist.
When she was nineteen she accidentally found the Labyrinth and started using the massive catacombs as a hideaway, a place to lay low when things topside get too dangerous. Little did she know what they would soon mean to her...
Nickname: Milly
Aliases: Arianell Maran, Vela Artov
Age: 25
Race: Half-Naveri
Magic: Arcane
Appearance: Romilly, a half-elf of Faledren, takes after both mother and father equally. She has her father's tanned skin and her mother's dark blue hair. Milly has tarnished silver colored eyes, a plethora of freckles, and curly hair of the untameable kind. Slight of stature, standing at barely five-foot-three-inches and weighing a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet. With years of farming alongside her father, then moving on to living on the streets, Milly has hardened and toned her body.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Whip, daggers, throwing knives
Years within the Cult of Thieves: Almost five years
Specialization: Acquisition
As one attuned to the Arcane, Milly uses wards to mask her presence, and in this lies her greatest strength: invisibility. With an indomitable will, stealth, agility, and a surprising amount of strength, Romilly, even before joining the Cult of Thieves, made a name for herself as a thief. Able to slip in and out of places unseen, Milly can take as she pleases, and as such, breaking and entering has been one of her greatest strengths since the beginning of her criminal career.
Personality Traits:
Positive: LOYAL - INSTINCTIVE - CLEVER - RESOURCEFUL
Neutral: QUIET - RESERVED - AMBITIOUS - SHREWD
Negative: SLY - SUSPICIOUS - UNFORGIVING - CRITICAL
HISTORY
Born to a Naveri of Eversyth and a Faledren native, Romilly was raised in her father's homeland where they could live as a family without fear of persecution and the inevitable possibility of death.
Though well below the poverty line, Milly grew up in a happy, loving home where hard work and laughter dictated the landscape. Romilly spent her younger years tilling the land and handling livestock with her father and learning how to cook and needlework with her mother. As she grew older her mother furthered her education and her father began teaching her how to use the bullwhip for the livestock they raised.
When she was nine, her mother left Faledren to return to her own homeland. Though she loved her husband and daughter very much, she loved what she left behind even more. As one who would live much longer than the two she loved, she did not wish to see their inevitable deaths and left with much regret.
A few short years after puberty, Romilly found her attunement. Without her mother's guidance and wealth of elven knowledge, her arcane attunement was severely neglected. Until about two years later, when another caster attuned to the arcane found her. He recognized her attunement and offered to train her. There was only one condition: when the time came, she do whatever it was he asked. Young and naive to the world, Romilly agreed. Years passed and her magical education flourished. Illusions were difficult but attainable with enough hard work and practice, conjured weapons were almost impossible, same with energy blasts, but wards... Since the beginning Romilly has shown an extreme aptitude for wards.
She and her father continued their farming ways until his death shortly after Milly's fifteenth birthday. Once the news spread, she was kicked off her family's farm as new farmers arrived to claim it. Heartbroken and without a place to live, Milly found herself on the streets with no money, no food, the clothes on her back, and the few mementos she was able to grab before fleeing her childhood home.
For months she struggled, living as a beggar outside Windfeld's protective wall. Then, as winter threatened Faledren, her arcane mentor found her. Her one condition was due and it changed her life forever. He clothed and fed her and gave her the details of her one condition. She was to sneak into a noble estate, steal an import ledger that contained maritime information and give it to her mentor. She was given two weeks of preparation. She scouted the estate, gouged her warding abilities, and then, finally, broke into the estate early one morning. The job went surprisingly well, and Milly, struck with a new found confidence, refused to return to begging.
Thievery was something she was always told not to do, but her father was dead and her mother gone. She needed money to survive. Food. Warm clothing. She did what she needed to with only one of her own conditions: never take from someone who's worse off than you. Life from then on was easier... dangerous and full of adrenaline spiked heists... but easier. Slowly her moral compass fell away as her theft grew from food and clothing to jewels, ledgers, and eventually, living, breathing, people.
Though life had its ups and downs, Milly kept one thing as a token of her previous life. Laughter. Smiles. Til this day Romilly still smiles and laughs, if only to keep the memories of her mother and father. Some might think it ungenuine or odd, but it keeps her sane, it keeps her focused on the next job, the next heist.
When she was nineteen she accidentally found the Labyrinth and started using the massive catacombs as a hideaway, a place to lay low when things topside get too dangerous. Little did she know what they would soon mean to her...
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