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Name : Chelly "Tingleith" Rothsmire
Age : 22 Year's Old
Eye Color : Crimson with streak's of grey
Hair Color : Hazel - Red when the whim takes her
Race :  Human
Height : 5FT2
Place of Birth : Jhelom

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Description: An emotionally unstable mercenary with a mouth who could use a dash of discipline , well more of a sledgehammer to the face of discipline, She is a fairly pretty young lady with a body covered in scar's and imperfection's.

Loyalty is not one of her strongest point's she has a hard time trusting others and gaining trust from other's mainly form's her respect through battles rather than her off duty action's.

She bare's two exile brandings on her lower back which she claims were done by those who exiled her when in reality she did them herself as a reminder not too repeat her previous action's.

History : At the age of four amongst her parent's merchant vessel sailing from jhelom too haven she was a happy little child, Nothing but hope and love in her heart when she and her family arrived in haven too deliver good's ordered by a mysterious customer.

They were led to what seemed a lovely little thatched cottage, Which when they stepped inside was actually a bandit den too which her parent's met there untimely end being disembowelled by the scimitar's of the murderer's.

One thing she will always respect in a messed up sense is that those bandit's who murdered her parents is that they took her in and raised her, Granted it wasn't all fun and games and they used her for alot of horrific things ranging from bait to lure in wild animals for food to a punching bag, When they have had one too many ale's and got rowdy also a dabble of slavery too which she has lashings for disobedience as she got older and sterner and mental scarring from the dark acts they made her perform.

At the tender age of seventeen she had escaped the bandit's grasp when an orc invasion had struck the bandits, She used the commotion to make her escape smuggling herself onto an unknowing merchant's vessel bound for britannia, Once she had arrived there she made her way to the nearest leatherworker's business too offer her services in return for gold from this point she spent another four years honing her skills tangling with wild animals and obtaining there hides and meat to trade in return for gold and a nice warm bed.

Finally she had got bored of the tedium of living in a hovel in britannia serving what were essentially just commoners and stumbled across a group of covian's, Who welcomed her with open arm's and recruited her amongst there rank's after proving herself worthy and willing to abide by there code.

A couple of week's down the line she decided off her own back that she would leave them and go on a mission on her own to gather intel on there enemies the vesperians and dug herself in within there rank's, Managing to further her combat knowledge and battle experience while she was among them and near enough being half respected by someone for the first time in her life.

Recently she has managed to recover her families old merchant vessel from the bandit hive in haven, She took a trip there to revisit the hell she grew up in and come to terms with the pain and suffering she has been enduring. upon encountering some bandits which died at the merciless hefts of her axe she found papers and a key for a merchant vessel called the ravager upon his person the boat had been docked in haven all this time and she hadn't even realised.

Upon finding and taking the boat back she discovered a collection of journals written by her family although they were very damaged they spoke of her life as a child in jhelom and the happiness her family felt upon her birth unfortunately she never found her real name upon the documents so continues too plod along with the slave name she was given "Tingleith"....

Overall she's consistently on a slippery slope into the abyss given she can't psychically find it within her being to trust anybody even prior allies and friends no longer seem trustworthy, Her mental stability is diminishing she's haunted by constant flashbacks of the day her parents were murdered after years of keeping it suppressed.

Everything is finally come back to eat her alive too top it off she still thinks daily about her close friend trying to assassinate her and feels the scar left on her back as a daily reminder of why trust is dangerous...

Recently she encountered a surviving member of her family a roaming bard named loranuk who remembers her from being a child they got speaking about heritage and the past and tingleith discovered her true name was Chelly Rothsmire, Upon this discovery and to mark a turning point in her life she's pushing more for using her birth name and reclaiming her lost heritage.



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