Rinara: Child of Veles

Rinara Tyrinaverr

Race: Human
Age: 21ish
Height: 5’
Weight: 100 lbs
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Dark Blue
Build: Petite

Rinara seems to be your typical drifting soul. With equal parts curiosity and roughness around the edges. She seems easy with her smiles and even more easy with her terrible jokes, but only when she gets to know someone. Easy going would be the way to describe her when she is not instantly wary of those around her. Under those jokes seem to bury an uncertainty, maybe even a little shame behind those blue eyes.

Her hair is typically up in a ponytail, leaving her face easily in sight, when she is doing something like scavenging, otherwise it is a disheveled mess on top of her head. Other than that, Rinara could be considered pretty, save for the single old scar on her face, which she refuses to talk about. It seems to have been made from a bladed weapon of some kind. A little on the short side, but that doesn’t seem to stop her. She seems to bounce from scarily slender to simply petite, it really depends on what kind of food she can get a hold of. Her eyes stand out the most given how blue they are. Like pools of sapphire swirling with whatever emotion she is feeling at the time.

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Rinara grew up in the Veles colony but has no family to speak of. That is to say they either abandoned her as a child, or they had died early on. Either way, she joined the large number of people living on the streets of the colony and was forced into a life of survival. Due to this the young woman does not speak and when she does it sometimes holds broken basic as she did not have the formal education of many. She also seems to get very quiet around people, due to the fact that those she conversed with before were less than ideal company.

Due to her living conditions, the young girl quickly learned how to either avoid trouble or how to hide behind the right people, usually powerful gang folk, in order to live. She would often bribe these kinds of people by offering them goods in exchange for protection. She was small and therefor was able to snoop and gather things in places many people could not reach. Sometimes it would work wonderfully and for some times she would know peace. Though these were few and far inbetween. More often than not she would run into problems where the price would far outweigh her abilities to get the items and thus was she in constant debt to those in power. She would always be working then, always fearing that each day could and should be her last if she made the leaders of these gangs and thugs angry.

One person in particular was the reason she now bore the scar on her face. It was a price of epic proportions that she had to go and retrieve and when she came back empty handed, she was struck with a blade. The person made sure she was not too injured or killed as it was meant to be a reminder of what she was and her place in the world. It was hard to ignore the mark as it was in all of her reflections and for a long time it burned and sometimes she swore it burned whenever danger got too close to her. And so, her life, if it could be called that, went on going and she did her best not to think too hard on her situation, instead always trying to go forward and trying to survive.

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