Amalia; The Imprisoned

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BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Amalia
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5' 4"
Build: Slim, slightly pear
Race: Human
Nationality: Serenian
Residence: Caldera Elysium Valley


PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Art: Amalia
Art Credit:  yagaminoue

A beautiful, fair skinned young maiden with long platinum blonde hair and eyes such a light shade of brown they appear almost golden.



PERSONALITY

If you can't trust your own parents then who can you trust? Absolutely no one, and that's exactly who Amalia trusts. Life has been cruel and full of hardships, and she's still so young. Deep down she has a sweet, gentle, loving, curious soul, but none of those things were helpful to keeping her alive, and so she buries those weak traits in favor of suspicion and hypervigilance. Those are the things that have kept her alive to this point and it is those she relies on, clinging to them with a desperate bitterness.



SKILLS

Amalia is very good with turning plain scraps of wood into intricate and beautiful decorations – totems, beads, miniature sculptures, and even designs on wooden furniture.


RELATIONSHIPS

Her Parents – They are dead to her and she would not speak their names.



BACKSTORY

Amalia was born in a small village in western Serendipity. Her family was poor, most of the time barely scraping by enough to survive. It didn't help that her father was too fond of the drink and her mother was loose with her skirts. She doesn't have siblings, but only because none of the others actually made it. The others succumbed to starvation, illness, or straight up neglect. If it wasn't for the kindness and generosity of strangers Amalia wouldn't have survived either. As soon as she was old enough she begged on the street – mostly for food. If she was actually given money her father would simply take it to buy more ale.

Getting scraps of food was easier as a younger child, but each year became harder to gain pity from travelers. After all, she was growing into just another societal leech. Amalia was terrified of turning to what her mother did to get by. She didn't want to sell her body just to eat. It was fortunate for her that she was creative and good with her hands. At first she had only made little wooden decorations for the fun of it, but when people actually showed interest and liked them she began selling the small carved totems to buy food.

When her father found out he started demanding she give her profits to him, because she was his child and that meant anything she earned was owed to him. Amalia disagreed and they had an actual violent fight over it. A slave caravan came through their village on the way to Connlaoth and her father sold her to them despite it being illegal – the slavers certainly didn't care about the law. She watched her father heading towards the tavern as soon as he was paid, while men dragged her kicking and screaming to one of their cages. Her life had never been glamorous, or even good, but it had been hers. Now Amalia is determined to escape her captors and be free from not only them, but her terrible parents, and anyone else that would try to use or control her.