Description
Name: Da’shyll vas Malaren
Nickname: Dolly
Age: 18
Race: Elven
Faction: The Azure Blades
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Straight and layered, Dolly’s hair is only a few inches from touching her elbows. It’s a light, sandy brown.
Skin: Medium Beige
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 100lbs
Build: Dolly is relatively tiny. She’s fit though, lean instead of soft, and most of her weight is muscle.
Physical description: If it weren’t for Dolly’s feminine curves, she could very easily pass as a child. Tiny fingers, tiny feet, and large eyes all make her look cute, but unassuming. She has the tattoo of the Elves from Anatole on her left shoulder blade, a flying, white bird on the crevice of her right hip, and intertwined leaves around her right ankle. She is also missing her right pinky, removed at the joint, and has scars along her back and around her neck typical of poorly treated slaves.
Personality
Personality
Likes: Singing/Music, Independent or Strong people, Jeremiah, the dark, pretty clothes, elegant clothes, Good food, running, children, most games involving physical activity, nice weather.
Dislikes: Yelling/Loud noises, being tied or otherwise constrained, crying, brash or violent behavior, wastefulness.
Fears: Being sold to another Master is the only thing that truly scares her, so that umbrellas her other fears, such as doing something wrong or making anyone Jeremiah likes angry, as well as him being harmed.
Personality description: Though it would be a stretch to say Dolly is cheerful, she’s always got a kind word to give and a smile to show. Call it strength or merely delusion, she always tries to be an optimist and see the good in most situations, though deep down she’s always dreading the worst. Dolly rarely voices what she actually thinks, but rather than lie, she filters everything and trims it so it’s pleasing to hear. She’s also adept at handling difficult people in this way, and her masterful patience benefits her. She’s very attentive towards the needs of others, and for those not used to being waited on, she could even be considered slightly annoying.
On the flip side, Dolly is not remotely self-assured. She asks permission before doing just about everything, and always blames herself for even the simplest mistake. She doesn’t trust herself to make any kind of important decision, as she’s spent the majority of her life being told she was the tool of others, not competent enough to think anything that would lead to success. She has no understanding that she could be free herself, but does admire the elves that are free. She’s starting to gain some confidence thanks to Jeremiah however, such as meeting people’s gaze when she greets them instead of looking at the floor, and occasionally standing up for what she believes is right, but the only time she really holds her ground is when her Master is threatened, as she’s pretty protective over him. Funnily enough, he’s also the only one she’ll really argue with or reprimand when she thinks he’s, as she puts it, “just being stupid.” She has true maternal instincts, and they usually show themselves the more she gets to know a person.
Equipment
Equipment
Title: Slave (+1 Strength, +2 Agility, -1 Spirit)
Experience: 16
Strength: 6 (5+1)
Agility: 6 (4+2)
Intellect: 4
Spirit: 2 (3-1)
Weapons: Twin Short Swords and a dagger hidden in her left boot, though when she carries them is solely on her Master’s discretion.
Clothing/Armor: Dolly’s fighting style is centered around not getting caught, and thus she only wears light clothing that doesn’t restrict movement. As she has no qualms about showing off her body, she'll frequently be found in shirts that cut off at the midriff and expose her arms, along with either pants made of thin material or shorts. Though she loves them, she'd never wear dresses or skirts, as they are unpractical. She prefers pastel colors, particularly blue or lavender, but beggars can't be choosers.
Tools: She has a hairbrush made of silver with Elvish writing on the handle, the only item she’s managed to hold onto all these years in slavery.
History
Past: Born in the city of Anatole, Da’shyll’s mother Malaren was a slave to a retired mercenary, her father unknown. She managed to keep the entire pregnancy a secret, and for the first three years of her life, Da’shyll lived mostly in a tiny cupboard in Malaren’s room. Clearly, these were not good conditions, and from lack of sun and exercise, Da’shyll became very weak and sickly. Eventually, it became impossible to hide her presence, and Malaren’s owner discovered her. Malaren was sold to a brothel for her defiance, and as soon as Da’shyll became strong enough to be worth anything, she was sold to a farmer in The Western Wind. He had a terrible temper and had owned slaves previously, so he knew just how to degrade them enough to prevent even the contemplation of escape. Da’shyll spent her childhood considering herself a lesser being than humans, deserving nothing more than what she got; overexertion and abuse.
When she was 14, the Master heard her singing in the fields one day. Combined with her soft face, he took an interest in her and had her sent to his quarters. When he attempted to touch her, Da’shyll became so afraid she instinctively lashed out and smacked his face away, cutting him with her pinky nail. Enraged, he held down her hand, took a blade and cut the finger off, a warning to the other slaves and Da’shyll’s constant reminder of the price of defiance.
She was eventually sold to a wealthy trader in Breluma who appreciated slaves with talents such as song. As he was a frequent victim to pirate attacks, she was deemed docile enough to be trained to fight in case she ever needed to protect her new Master, and found she had quite a knack for it. At 16 she was made his permanent Body Guard, though she also sang for him on occasion (usually after he took her to his bed). He was less violent than her former master, though he used his words to keep her in line instead, and never let her think she was anything more than a slave.
During a trip to a Northern Wind city, their ship was raided by pirates. The Azure Blades, specifically. Her Master escaped but left her onboard, so she was claimed along with the cargo. She was only with her newest master for a few weeks before she was used as a gambling token, and lost to one Jeremiah Lucavin.
Present: Still working for Jeremiah, Dolly is basically a member of the crew. She’s been with him for around two years, and other than helping with the occasional heist, most of her work consists of keeping her Master out of trouble, trouble he often can’t handle but dives right into anyway.
Background Info: The hairbrush Dolly keeps was apparently her father’s, passed down to him from his mother. Secretly, she’s kind of hoping she’ll find him one day. Also, she got her nickname from the pirates, who said her name was too hard to say, but she was pretty as a doll.
