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Name Birdie
Age 24
Gender Female
Species Half-Elf
Height 5'10"
Occupation Mercenary
Residence N/A

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Physical Description Physically, Birdie  is lean, with strongly muscled legs and toned upper arms. Arching cheekbones curve under gunmetal gray eyes, peering out from a face alternately fierce and fae. Lips just under a classic "full" as a rosy petal pink from a typically pale face; her teeth are primarily straight, in a smile that's quick to shine. Curtains of black hair fall to approximately mid-back, but are usually bound back in a thick braid slung over one shoulder, tucked behind ears with an obvious (but not dramatic) point. At first glance, she looks almost diminutive, wrought finer than a full human: trim waist, thin arms, small-child prettiness tempering any sense of danger with a wide-eyed look fringed with thick, dark lashes. This is covered with an undyed, cream-colored blouse tucked under a thicker leather, dyed-azure corset top, reinforced with curved steel plates along the sides and studded with brilliant peacock-green rivets. Thin blue-leather straps criss-cross over her chest to connect with black steel pauldrons that cover her shoulders. A similar shade of cream makes up deerskin breeches, which cover thicker leather shin guards and cuisses along her thighs. Lighter armor suggests a preference for speed and ranged attacks, as the yew 75-lb draw longbow slung over one shoulder attests to; a stiletto with a blue-leather handle and a lapis-studded cross-guard hangs from her left hip, while a 13" hunting knife, similarly decorated, is strapped to her right thigh. Leather moccasins make up the rest of her ensemble, hinting at a creature made to move silently and lethally through dense woodland.

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Personality Birdie is, first and foremost, an effusively excited person. Not content with hushed commands to be a lady, she was always the sort to bound up out of her seat and make a scene. In later years, she's learned to hold her tongue when most fortuitous, though sarcasm typically sneaks up on her and catches her unawares. As a youth that was forbidden even the occasional sip of wine, she's grown into a young adult that is, honestly, more often than not at least partially drunk. Even still, with past training, she's quick to react to lethal situations, even if she's equally apt to blow her own cover. Generally effusive and slightly obnoxious, she's surprisingly good at her job, with an apt eye and the sort of silly girlishness that invites confidences. A vain creature with an eye to what she can accrue, she's quick to offend with a stupid comment, but equally is also offended. A combination of lovable incompetence and coy spy, she's hard to pin down, but usually found in the local tavern.

Magic/Abilities Nothing but the magic of always knowing the worst thing to say in any given situation.

Relationships NA

History Born of an elven father learned of her letters and a human mother as sweet as could be, Birdie had the best of possible futures save those of the nobles themselves. Her father was a printer, teaching her her letters and to read most words; it was her inability to read her own name (Bridie) that led to the nickname, and future alias, of her adult life: Birdie. Before she reached any sort of marriageable age, Birdie's father was executed for printing seditious material; her mother and herself were turned out to live with her "uncle", a blacksmith of middling reknown. While this is where Birdie learned the rudiments of her ability to fight with knives, she acquired (and learned to shoot) her first bow from the city's local poachers. When her mother died of the seasonal fever, she struck out on her own, selling herself for pretty things in the only way she knew how: killing others for profit.

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