Frisk

(This is a very brief and quick bio, I intend to fix it up soon! If.. I don't get this poor thing killed >->)



Name: Frisk

Age: 28

Female

Height: 3'0"
Weight: Light

Race: Halfling



Appearance:

Pale straw-blonde hair tumbles out from beneath a hood of grey. Her eyes are emerald green;
her right eye is clouded with white and a slim scar runs down her face over it and down towards her cheek.



The Hin bares tanned skin and a constant look of disapproval or judgment; she rarely seems to wear any other
expression. She has a small nose, one might even call it cute were it not constantly wrinkled in distaste. She
never seems to be completely flat on the ground, always on her toes, almost as though she'd expected a reason
to sprint at any given moment.



Her clothing is usually stained in one substance or another, be it her own blood, dirt or worse.



History:



Andria Silvertongue, AKA Frisk, was born and given up to a church by her parents whom had no time to raise
her and had no wish to give up their lives of adventure just yet. They had fully intended to return for her, but
as foolish Kender tend to be, they decided to speak with a dragon.. And their plans through no -full- fault of
their own .. Changed (ahem, death is a hard one to return from when within the belly of a beast).



Andria was resentful of the clerics who raised her and never quite believed in the gods whilst growing up as
she had the firm belief of, if there was a god - anywhere - he wouldn't have let my parents abandon me.



When she had turned sixteen she'd run away from the church and began living the life of a petty thief, countless
times she was jailed for her actions and countless times she was threatened with death or her hands being removed
from her person.



One day she'd stolen from someone who decided not to report the theft .. But take care of matters on his own,
his blade to her throat, another Hin from the shadows came to her rescue and knocked the brute out with a very
heavy stick.



It'd be a few years yet, but the two wedded in the shadows and became a thieving duo..



They lived life well and looked out for one another and saved each other's neck when it was on the line, but they
were unable to keep from upsetting the wrong people.



They'd ran away and stowed themselves on a ship to an unknown location.. Later to find they'd took themselves
to the Island of Sinranda where they started their shenanigans anew. Their actions led them to meet Lydia Nightshade,
AKA Shade, who ran a thieving's guild within the city. Together the three, along with three others, became a hidden
force in the night where valuables were not safe even within the strongest of locks or safes.



.. But then tragedy struck, the dead began to rise and all was lost, the guild's safe house was struck and the guild
was forced into running and splitting up. Duncan, Lydia and Frisk together found themselves a new place to squat
in, but with tensions running high, it was not easy for the three to remain close.



Lydia and Frisk had a falling out whilst Duncan had scouted for supplies and Lydia decided she'd no longer wished
to deal with the bratty nature that Frisk held (she was quite insisting in challenging just about everything the suggested
or planned) and decided to leave. Upon Duncan's return and him finding out that Frisk allowed the other Hin to
leave and did not try to stop her.. He left his wife alone to search for her.



It's been a month now, neither Hin has returned and Frisk has grown restless. She's decided to try to find her
husband and her ex-friend Lydia..



Although.. She may not like what she finds.