Dalilah Maergyn
Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 11:04 am
Player Name: Bethany
Name: Dalilah Maergyn
Age: 16
Race: Human
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 101 lbs.
Physical Description: Dalilah Maergyn is what most people would refer to as a “wraith of a thing,” and she seems to be made of sharp edges as she has a complete lack of excess fat. Her round eyes, almost the color green of a feline’s, are constantly darting around looking for danger and seem perpetually lost behind a mess of oily, dirty-blond hair. Her face, which would otherwise be gorgeous, is marred by a long, slightly raised scar that runs across her nose and over her right cheek bone all the way to her ear.
Posessions: Before slinking away from her home in a small village along the northern trade route in Caelteth Eyrop, Dalialah took what she foresaw needing. She took the brow tweed dress, braided twine belt, and soft leather shoes she was wearing along with a small draw-stringed sack full of food and a dagger that held an odd sentimental value. Along her path she has managed to acquire some Bishani and a handful of old gold coins.
Powers or Strengths: A life spent in the streets of the small cities near her home has given Dalilah most of her skills. She quickly learned how to acquire what she needed, even if it meant cutting the strings from someone else’s purse, she became very street savvy, and she learned how to stay out of sight in almost any situation. The only useful thing she managed to learn from the rural village that she lived in was a strangely close kinship with animals.
Weaknesses: Having come from a poor family, Dalilah did not receive a proper education. The idea of strength in numbers has never benefited her, as she is very wary of others and has a low grasp on social skills.
History:
Dalilah’s father, Danithan Maergyn met her mother, who she only knows as Gabriel, at a tavern in one of the small cities where he sold the produce from his small farm. After many drinks and a few hearty drinking tunes, the two retired for the night, still in one another’s company. The next day Danithan returned home without a second thought of the woman. Later that year, upon returning home from a trip, he discovered a small baby girl wrapped in a filthy, torn blanket. Pinned to the blanket was a simple note that read: She is yours signed by Gabriel. He named the girl Dalilah.
Dalilah grew up helping her father tend his meager fields, and as a reward she was allowed to accompany him on his trips to the nearby cities. On one such trip a series of unusual events led her into the company of one Tobias Mc’Sarin, the most infamous young pickpocket the city had ever played host to. The two were fast friends, and with a little prodding he began to teach the younger girl his craft. From then on every trip to that city meant more lessons in thievery and a few extra Bishani in her pocket.
At the age of twelve she began to partake of more peoples purses. She was no longer reserving her skills for the city, she was now stealing everywhere she went, without Tobias’ protection or advice. During the winter, having not made a trip outside of the small village she called home, she started to run low on coin. With a quick lie to her father about her plans for the day, she darted outside and began to scope out a target. She settled on a clergyman that was traveling through the village. When she decided to make her move, she had not been expecting a villager to be watching her. The woman drug her home by the arm after realizing what Dalilah was planning and stopping her.
The woman was easily assured that no serious punishment awaited Dalilah, but she was not around to see what happened next. Her father shoved her around the house, screaming profanities at her. As soon as she had the chance, she ducked under a table and scurried back far enough that her father couldn’t quite reach her. Filled with a blinding rage, he picked up a dagger that had been toppled into the cooking fire by their struggle, and swung it under the table. Dalilah would never look the same again.
Many years and many beatings later Dalilah made up her mind to get out of her father’s reach for good. She packed a small sack full of food, grabbed the silver dagger that had scarred her face, the single blue jewel in it’s handle gleaming in the moonlight, and fled north of the town. She has slowly made her way to Marn, taking whatever she needed along the way from anyone not watching their belongings closely enough.
Name: Dalilah Maergyn
Age: 16
Race: Human
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 101 lbs.
Physical Description: Dalilah Maergyn is what most people would refer to as a “wraith of a thing,” and she seems to be made of sharp edges as she has a complete lack of excess fat. Her round eyes, almost the color green of a feline’s, are constantly darting around looking for danger and seem perpetually lost behind a mess of oily, dirty-blond hair. Her face, which would otherwise be gorgeous, is marred by a long, slightly raised scar that runs across her nose and over her right cheek bone all the way to her ear.
Posessions: Before slinking away from her home in a small village along the northern trade route in Caelteth Eyrop, Dalialah took what she foresaw needing. She took the brow tweed dress, braided twine belt, and soft leather shoes she was wearing along with a small draw-stringed sack full of food and a dagger that held an odd sentimental value. Along her path she has managed to acquire some Bishani and a handful of old gold coins.
Powers or Strengths: A life spent in the streets of the small cities near her home has given Dalilah most of her skills. She quickly learned how to acquire what she needed, even if it meant cutting the strings from someone else’s purse, she became very street savvy, and she learned how to stay out of sight in almost any situation. The only useful thing she managed to learn from the rural village that she lived in was a strangely close kinship with animals.
Weaknesses: Having come from a poor family, Dalilah did not receive a proper education. The idea of strength in numbers has never benefited her, as she is very wary of others and has a low grasp on social skills.
History:
Dalilah’s father, Danithan Maergyn met her mother, who she only knows as Gabriel, at a tavern in one of the small cities where he sold the produce from his small farm. After many drinks and a few hearty drinking tunes, the two retired for the night, still in one another’s company. The next day Danithan returned home without a second thought of the woman. Later that year, upon returning home from a trip, he discovered a small baby girl wrapped in a filthy, torn blanket. Pinned to the blanket was a simple note that read: She is yours signed by Gabriel. He named the girl Dalilah.
Dalilah grew up helping her father tend his meager fields, and as a reward she was allowed to accompany him on his trips to the nearby cities. On one such trip a series of unusual events led her into the company of one Tobias Mc’Sarin, the most infamous young pickpocket the city had ever played host to. The two were fast friends, and with a little prodding he began to teach the younger girl his craft. From then on every trip to that city meant more lessons in thievery and a few extra Bishani in her pocket.
At the age of twelve she began to partake of more peoples purses. She was no longer reserving her skills for the city, she was now stealing everywhere she went, without Tobias’ protection or advice. During the winter, having not made a trip outside of the small village she called home, she started to run low on coin. With a quick lie to her father about her plans for the day, she darted outside and began to scope out a target. She settled on a clergyman that was traveling through the village. When she decided to make her move, she had not been expecting a villager to be watching her. The woman drug her home by the arm after realizing what Dalilah was planning and stopping her.
The woman was easily assured that no serious punishment awaited Dalilah, but she was not around to see what happened next. Her father shoved her around the house, screaming profanities at her. As soon as she had the chance, she ducked under a table and scurried back far enough that her father couldn’t quite reach her. Filled with a blinding rage, he picked up a dagger that had been toppled into the cooking fire by their struggle, and swung it under the table. Dalilah would never look the same again.
Many years and many beatings later Dalilah made up her mind to get out of her father’s reach for good. She packed a small sack full of food, grabbed the silver dagger that had scarred her face, the single blue jewel in it’s handle gleaming in the moonlight, and fled north of the town. She has slowly made her way to Marn, taking whatever she needed along the way from anyone not watching their belongings closely enough.