Sydney Crown
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| Sydney Crown | |
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| Social Rank | 8 |
| Fealty | Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| Gender | Female |
| Age | 22 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Commoner |
| Height | 5'11" |
| Hair Color | Auburn |
| Eye Color | Bottle Green |
| Skintone | Pale |
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Description
A flash of auburn hair that's cropped clumsily close to her scalp, with arresting bottle-green eyes look at home with the generous splash of freckles that span from cheek to cheek. A handful of small scars dapple her face, alongside a small tweak in her nose - proof positive of a poorly set fracture. She's tall, with wiry muscle concentrated in her arms and core, hands rough with callouses on palms and knuckles alike.
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Personality
Typically guarded upon first impression, Sydney's the sort who gradually warms upon prolonged interaction. Not quick to trust, but fiercely loyal once she's taken a shine to someone. She's a razor wit and a tongue to match if the occasion calls for it - and often when it doesn't. She isn't the sort to abhor crowds, having grown used to them in her current line of work - but she does seem more comfortable and at ease the less people she has to keep an eye on.
Background
It's easy enough to trace back a misfortune to its root, in Sydney's case. After her father succumbed to an illness that swept through him like wildfire, she accepted a loan with unfavorable conditions 'just until she was able to get established'. As it happens, that took just a little longer than she anticipated.
As a smithy's apprentice by trade, adequate coin was meager to come by - too meager for the patience of her unscrupulous debtors. After missing one payment too many, the shop she apprenticed for just so happened to turn up scorched down to the foundations overnight.
Apprenticeship opportunities don't just fall out of the sky, and Sydney wasn't fortunate enough to find another. Left with a sturdy set of arms for swinging and smelting, a personality unfit for a courtesan, and a mountain of debts left to pay off, she landed herself a position as a brawler.
Being a touch less than half-bad at taking and giving a beating proved a boon... as did taking the occasional dive here and there to pad her pockets, when the situation called.
Dreams are for the debtless. Sydney's aspirations are simple: To get out from under the debt she owes and do something more than just scrape by. If cornered, she'll insincerely talk about opening her own shop one day. It's a fair sight better than the truth: She'll go where the coin is best until she's allowed the luxury of having her dreams be her own again.
