Lorna Loveless
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance: A single word has governed Lorna with respect to her appearance: Invisible. She is of average height (5'4") and a bit on the light side when it comes to weight (115lbs). Thin, even slightly emaciated from poor diet and irregular meals, Lorna's body draws no more attention than that of any other urchin in the Torch Districts. The limbs would be soft if they had not been put to hard labor from an early age. The chest and hips would be all supple curves if they had not been subjected to a life of continual famine. And the hands, elegant and nimble, might have been the sort of hands to draw sweet music from a harp had they not been put to lifting purses instead.
Beneath the mud and minor abrasions she seems to collect, her skin is an unhealthily pale shade, as though it has never seen the sun. Nevertheless, her face is rather pretty in an awkward fashion. A pert nose and small mouth barely manage to balance out the large hazel eyes on her oval face. Her ears are in perfect proportion to her head, but the left lobe looks as though a chunk has been taken out of it. Because of this, Lorna keeps her hair purposefully over the mangled ear so as not to draw attention. Her hair itself is copper-red, or would be if it wasn't covered in dirt or mud. It usually appears a dull mouse brown and hangs in uncombed hanks down a surprisingly graceful neck to her scrawny shoulders.
Her clothes, if they could be called that, are a miss-matched set of thread-bare rags: A pair of discolored blue breaches with holes in the knees, a grey tunic several sizes too large, brown leather boots whose soles are beginning to separate, and a green cloak so old that the dye has faded to slate. If she had jewelry her father would take it. If she had weapons he would take those too. The only things she can call her own are the rags on her back. The over-all effect is an absolutely dismissible, entirely forgettable child of the streets.
Guild/Rank: Thief
Personality: Lorna is in a classically uncomfortable stage of life. Not quite full grown, not quite the child that she was, she is given to frequent self-doubt. Afraid of her father and the wrath of the Thieves' Guild, she is wary of people and continuously apologetic. Desperately in need of guidance and an avenue of escape from her home life, Lorna savors the hours that she spends in the city streets picking pockets. She often thinks about running away, but lacks the courage to do so. At times she wonders what she might really be like if given the chance to command herself. Kind, she hopes.
Despite the low estimate she has of herself, Lorna is really quite bright and a quick thinker. She taught herself to read and writeฏthough her penmanship is lackingฏand has been known to slip quietly into book shops for an hour or two, but would never consider taking a volume home where her father might find it. Her timidity is so prevalent that most forget to look deeper and see her strength. Lorna is more resilient than even she knows and often finds the will to continue on long after others would have given up.
Parents:
Mother: Her name had been Margery Loveless. She was a seamstress in Grey Torch when Lorna's father found her. Lorna has never seen a picture of her and her father does not speak of her-- becomingly, anyway. Margery tried to run from her abusive husband when he first turned his violence towards their four year old daughter, Lorna. She had never worried for her own safety, but fear for her child threw her into action. Margery died under mysterious circumstances the same night she attempted to escape. Nothing has been discovered regarding her death and Lorna remembers nothing of either that night or her mother.
Father: Godric McGrew (See NPC)
Background: Born and raised in the Blue Torch District of Cascadia Falls, Lorna was five years old when she picked her first pocket. Desperate for money, terrified of coming back home with nothing, Lorna did the only thing she could think of: She took some. The woman whose coppers she'd stolen barely paid the child any attention and Lorna's father didn't beat her that night.
Thieving seemed to come as naturally to her as breathing. By the age of ten she could slip a ring off someone's careless finger and filch their coin with hardly a thought. Anonymity was and still is her best tool. Too small a fish for the Thieves' Guild to notice and too ordinary for anyone to remember, Lorna has been a successful petty thief for the past thirteen years, even managing to avoid the Guild's detection during the reign of Dispassionate Man.
Things have been progressively worse for her at home, though. She steals, not only to eat, but to provide monetary support for her father's gambling addiction and whatever else he pleases. Lorna learned long ago that so much as a defiant look would earn her a blow from her father's large hands, the only part of her father with which she is well acquainted. Though she resents his treatment of her and longs to be rid of him, she is shackled to her father by the fear of what he might do to her if she ran. There have been happy times. Lorna played with other street children in the torch districts, though she was too shy to become friends with them. An old woman who lived in the apartment just above them befriended Lorna when she was seven. She made certain that Lorna had something to eat every day, played with her and combed her hair. Even though the kind lady died of an illness five years later, Lorna treasures her memories of the elder.
Most of Lorna's days are consumed by thieving. She has become so adept at the simple trick of picking pockets that it would be difficult for anyone, thief or no, to spot her making a grab. With her increased skill has come an increased demand for money from her father and harder beatings should she fail. But at night, when her father's fists are tucked into bed with him, Lorna dares to dream of a life far better than the one she now leads.
NPC 1
Name: Godric McGrew
Relation to persona: Father
Location at present: Godric lives in the Blue Torch District of Cascadia Falls.
Brief Description:
Godric is a handsome man of 45 years. He is sturdily built and no push-over when it comes to strength. Eyes the color of good sapphires grace his face which looks as though a particularly talented sculptor chiseled it from a marble block. If anything, age has made him even more handsome, giving him a slightly weathered look that adds an air of grace to some men. But beauty, as the wise will tell you, is only skin deep. Godric has a violent streak, a quick temper, and big hands. Add to this his chronic addiction to gambling and you have, in essence, an attractive snake of a man.
Godric has never thought much of women. They have their uses, most of them in the service of a man, and he has no trouble seeing to it that they are suitably occupied. By no means among the least of such women is his daughter. Godric sees no point in working when he can easily procure money from Lorna. If she refuses to give him any, he finds that a well placed slap or two followed by a threat to whore her out usually shuts her up and solves the problem.