Northcliff Pass OOC; Dossier
OOC Information
Name: Caitlin
Age: Ancient
Pref. Pronouns: they/them, she/her
Contact: thatoneblonde @ plurk
Current characters: none
IC Information
Name/Alias: The Gutter Child
Age: 15-ish
Occupation: Local Vagrant, Professional Haunt
Born with The Vice?: Despite all evidence to the contrary, no.
If yes, do they use it?: No
Appearance:
A tiny, pale thing, impossible to tell her age under the grime and threadbare rags. More ghost than girl, with long tangled dark hair and starring eyes. There's a bird like quality to her, like she's got hollow bones and liable to take flight at any moment. She never smiles.
History:
* Born to no one in particular in a city she never learned the name of, left in the gutter.
* Taken in by the local Artful Dodger and taught the necessities of the trade.
* Took up haunting, the particular practice of driving folks into hiding in their homes by pretending to be a specter while a mate loots the place.
* Had to leave in a hurry when it was discovered the city had an infestation of feral children instead of ghosts.
* Is definitely not bedding down in one of the shrines outside of town, she is here to pray like any gods fearing soul.
Personality:
A practical saleswoman and skilled performer who's perfected an air of fragility and tender fear, Gutters makes her profession scaring other people. When that doesn't put food in her belly and shinies in her pocket, she plies her trade as an honest beggar and panhandler. Not unfriendly, but not given to being open either, particularly regular folks who she relies on to be easy with their coin. Her real vice is pretty things, which range from a shiny bit of jewelry to a lovely curl of hair. She's unrelenting and unrepentant when it comes to thieving lovely things and tends to build nests in the more dark and deserted parts of wherever she's staying.
Abilities:
* Excellent lockpicking and pickpocketing
* Light footed and agile, especially good at squeezing herself into tiny places others can't fit and disappearing entierly.
* An excellent mimic, can throw her voice and change it to sound how she's pleases, which is handy considering her real voice sounds like a raven with a sore throat.
* Can sort of read, though it takes her a minute. Has a better head for numbers though no functional training
Reputation:
The gutter snipe that rolled in last week, or the week before or the other month, she sounds Profane. That sickly little thing that's been selling matches and violets on the street corner.
Name: Caitlin
Age: Ancient
Pref. Pronouns: they/them, she/her
Contact: thatoneblonde @ plurk
Current characters: none
IC Information
Name/Alias: The Gutter Child
Age: 15-ish
Occupation: Local Vagrant, Professional Haunt
Born with The Vice?: Despite all evidence to the contrary, no.
If yes, do they use it?: No
Appearance:
A tiny, pale thing, impossible to tell her age under the grime and threadbare rags. More ghost than girl, with long tangled dark hair and starring eyes. There's a bird like quality to her, like she's got hollow bones and liable to take flight at any moment. She never smiles.
History:
* Born to no one in particular in a city she never learned the name of, left in the gutter.
* Taken in by the local Artful Dodger and taught the necessities of the trade.
* Took up haunting, the particular practice of driving folks into hiding in their homes by pretending to be a specter while a mate loots the place.
* Had to leave in a hurry when it was discovered the city had an infestation of feral children instead of ghosts.
* Is definitely not bedding down in one of the shrines outside of town, she is here to pray like any gods fearing soul.
Personality:
A practical saleswoman and skilled performer who's perfected an air of fragility and tender fear, Gutters makes her profession scaring other people. When that doesn't put food in her belly and shinies in her pocket, she plies her trade as an honest beggar and panhandler. Not unfriendly, but not given to being open either, particularly regular folks who she relies on to be easy with their coin. Her real vice is pretty things, which range from a shiny bit of jewelry to a lovely curl of hair. She's unrelenting and unrepentant when it comes to thieving lovely things and tends to build nests in the more dark and deserted parts of wherever she's staying.
Abilities:
* Excellent lockpicking and pickpocketing
* Light footed and agile, especially good at squeezing herself into tiny places others can't fit and disappearing entierly.
* An excellent mimic, can throw her voice and change it to sound how she's pleases, which is handy considering her real voice sounds like a raven with a sore throat.
* Can sort of read, though it takes her a minute. Has a better head for numbers though no functional training
Reputation:
The gutter snipe that rolled in last week, or the week before or the other month, she sounds Profane. That sickly little thing that's been selling matches and violets on the street corner.