Name: Aeron Bracknell-Tanner
Gender: Female
Age: Late Teens- Exact Age Unknown
Race: Human
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 92lbs
Appearance:
Each facet of Aeron's existence is a brutal reminder of the life that has shaped her. Standing only a little over five feet in height despite her age, Aeron is more angular than ethereal, with pale skin pulled taught over an angular bone structure that might have achieved at least a semblance of beauty, had her fate allowed it... but it is not to be. A lifetime of hardship and want have left their mark, lending themselves to eyes that are quick to see, and fingers which are even faster to snatch. A trinket here, a pocket-watch there, a little coin, a little paper, it matters little... each and every item she can claim leads her one step closer to her next meal.
It is a dark twist of irony that the very eyes which prove so adept at noticing abandoned nik-nacks are the very feature which saw her branded feychild and abandoned on the side of a long, isolated roadway to die. How she survived those early years even Aeron isn't sure, having buried those memories so deep that even her nightmares cannot retrieve them, leaving her only with a distaste for physical contact which edges on phobic, and a talent for theft and disguise. As a result, Aeron dresses mostly in greys and blacks, a mishmash of clothing gathered over time and replaced as needed through whatever means necessary.
Equipment:
Aeron carries little with her, but knows how to do a great deal with minimal resources, and how to make the most of what she finds on hand. Beyond her clothing, Aeron carries with her two long, sharp knives and a braided wire garrote disguised as part of a thick leather bracelet that covers half of her lower right arm. A set of lockpicks are stowed away carefully in her left boot, while a long, thin vial of healing solution hangs from a long leather cord tucked into her shirt and out of sight. She also carries set of flint for firestarting, and a second small vial wrapped in cloth filled with combustable liquid.
Skills and Talents:
A life trying to stay in the shadows have allowed Aeron a particular set of skills, mostly focused around going without being seen, taking what she needs and protecting herself when necessary. To this end, Aeron is skilled in the use of short knives which she can wield in each hand, and makes judicious use of anything else she can get her hands on when she needs to. It might not be 'honourable', but Aeron will do whatever she must to survive.
Personality, Likes & Dislikes
After years spent moving from abandoned shed, to makeshift shelter, to loft and back again, Aeron has lost any of the softness that she was born with. Having seen the worst of humanities hungers, she trusts few, and only after long surveillance and careful judgement. She prizes survival over all things, believing that as long as she can pull through the trials that are sent her way, she will find a way to recover... somehow. This makes her lists of pleasures remarkably simple; uninterrupted sleep in a warm location, a room she can bar against intrusion and a belly full of good food are all high on her priority list. By contrast, she despises those who make their living on the backs of the poor and the broken, the petty criminals and torturers who hide behind a cultured facade... and those who waste food... don't they realise how lucky they are?
Stress Management
Perhaps as a function of spending too long alone, Aeron manages strain by isolating herself from others. In the early stages this is almost indistinguishable from her usual behaviour; she watches rather than participates and lurks at the sides of any social stage she finds herself upon. Should the burden increase, however, her behaviour will often become that of a wary prey-animal; watchful, skittish and distrustful even of her friends. After all, if life has taught her anything, it is that in the end, you can only rely on one person.
Yourself.