A Rogue
Mialee is has never minded being around people, though she has gotten used to being on her own. She thinks mostly for herself; what she wants, what she needs. She likes to think things through, and may be upset after making a decision if she feels as though she hasn't had enough time to think it over. She would rather attack from a distance, if she's forced to fight at all; she has never been one for direct confrontations. She much prefers to gather information and steal rather than fight. She is determined, sometimes to the point of being overly-stubborn, and almost seeming stupid. She has a tendency of ocassionally being mean, though it's more like her "defense system." She likes to twist the things others say and make it mean, if she feels like she's in a bad enough mood, or she just doesn't like someone.
Dagger 1d4 (2)
Quarterstaff 1d6 (1)
Longbow 1d8 (1)
Arrows (20) (5)
Leather +2 (1)
Backpack 2lb (1)
Blanket 3lb (1)
Grappling hook 4lb (1)
Rations 1lb (1)
Rope (50ft) 5lb (1)
Thieves' tools 1lb (1)
Explorer's outfit 8lb (1)
She grew up with her human father, not knowing what happened to her elven mother. Her father was a smith, but she took a different route, instead becomming a rogue, like a good portion of her few friends. She left to explore for a while, traveling on her own; mostly stealing what she might need, but only when she thought it was absolutely necessary. After a while of traveling, she came across the Vat and Friar Inn, and decided to take a break from her travels for a while, with plans to leave as soon as she felt well enough rested. Though she thought she might find some company, as well; even if she was used to travelig on her own, she missed company, and thought that, by stopping at an inn rather than camping outside, she'd find someone to talk to, at least.