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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« on: March 01, 2019, 08:11:57 pm »
Dina peeks around the side of the boxes, seeing a red cloaked human man with a cross bow directly aimed at her face.

"Ohhhhhhh, you were talking to me!? HEllooo there!"

Dina holds her hands out and above her head and slowly steps out from the boxes. She shrinks her head down and bends her knees, attempting to look even smaller.

"Don't mind me just passing through!" she calls with the least amount of chill. "Just came here cause my bird flew away from me, not wanting any trouble! We'll be on our way!"

Said bird flitters to the cobblestone road in front of the armed individual. It shakes it's feathers into a puff before settling again, little brown eyes looking up at the stranger.

'Chirp chirp'

"Stubby...," Dina says slowly, hands quivering slightly,"please get away from the man who is willing to aim crossbow bolts willy nilly in any direction."

The bird continues to sit there. Dina looks up at the icy blue eyes of the man in front of her. She bites her lip, whimpering to herself. She chances a look at her quiver. With only two arrows to her name, she currently couldn't handle the danger in front of her, nor the danger she briefly overheard the party speaking of. Her main priority was the safety of herself and her Stubby. She looks back up, hoping he takes pity.

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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« on: February 08, 2019, 11:11:29 pm »
Meanwhile in another part of Bluefield:

"No, we're going to do this. Yes. No, we need to. I don't have enough arrows for this. No, don't look at me like that. We should go inside and ask around."

'chirp chirp'

"No butts about it Stubby."

A cloaked curly haired little halfling, carrying a bow and quiver nealry as tall as she is, covered in dirt and twigs, is a curious sight as she is currently arguing with the tiny sparrow perched on her finger. The quiver is empty and though she has been known to make arrows herself, she is aware that she needs professional help. With the Winter months coming in (aren't they always) and no guareentee she can pilfer or remake what she needs from adventurers who get mauled in the local forest, she understands she needs to actually talk to people...*gulp*

"Okay. We're going to be fine. It's fine. It's really fine. We'll just march in there, ask the barkeep what's happening in this town, then we'll make our way out. Agreed? Agreed...Let's go."

Placing the bird on her head, Dina makes her way into the bar, walking with a confidence she does not feel. She takes about 5 steps before she hears the clashing of metal and shouts from her left. Stumpy flies toward the noise, earning a "Hey!" as Dina chases her little companion down the darkened streets. The wind blows coldly as the clouds roll over the streets of Bluefield. Rats scurry and crows are cawing into the night.

Stubby lands on a pile of crates that reside within a small alcove, with a panting Dina finally catching up. Dina is about to scold the bird when she looks up. Two figures stand before her, a tall Valkerie and a Dwarf, who is still taller than her. The blonde haired woman stands there, her weapon resting at her side and her golden wings folded behind her. The black haired dwarf has his arms crossed in front of his muscled chest as he eyes the woman in front of him. They are talking to each other in the middle of the street where either could be seen. Whatever shouts and bursts of battle have long subsided.

Dina hides behind the crates, not willing to get involved, as she was currently only a bow and quiver to her name. She tries to carefully pick up Stumpy, but in doing so, scarps the boxes on the cobblestone. Before anyone can react, she goes back to hiding behind the boxes, hoping she wasn't seen.

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Character Biographies / Dina Wildwind
« on: February 08, 2019, 10:34:12 pm »
Name:   Dina Wildwind
Nicknames/Alias:   Didi
Race:   Halfling
Gender:   Female
Age:   22
Height:   4 ft, 120cm, hella short
Appearance:   An orange curly haired woman with a simple green cloak. Carries a bow and quiver about as big as she is and has a little Sparrow brown and white speckled companion named Stubby. She has a small pouch hidden which holds little trinkets, birdseed, some utensils and a small brass container specfically used for cooking.
Personality:   Nervous around people, distrustful of most others but deathly loyal if you happen to be her friend. Protective of Stumpy like she was paid for it. Loud to make up for her small stature. Get's distracted easily and doesn't throw a punch unless absolutely necessarily. Not a huge fan of the "high life."
Residence:   Nomadic, having spent a lot of time in the local woods. Hasn't really needed a place to stay with her cloak and her bird.
Occupation:   "What bills do I gotta pay?"
Skillset:   Fairly decent archer. Mainly used for hunting small animals, rabbits etc. Fairly good at using the ground for tracks and knows her way around a forest.
Bio:   Having grown up to a loving home of a single father, Dina has always been aware of her stature and her smaller frame being a target of others criticism. She used to shrug it off like it was no big deal, until her father got terribly ill and was forced to move into Dina's Uncle, Rodrick's house, until he got better. With her emotional support left to be ill, Dina did what she could to help the family. Roderick's eldest daughter Ameilia taught Dina how to use a bow to try and distract her from what her father was going through. With very little education under her belt, she would scavenge for berries, hunt and fish down wildlife and bring it home. Her father did recover, but was weakened as a result and he formerly sold the home Dina grew up in to permently reside at Rodrick's home. After an argument that stung too deeply, Dina fleed into the woods, having had enough of people treating her like a child. She found a little sparrow with a broken wing, barely out of the egg. She nursed the sparrow back to health, to which the sparrow remained and was named Stubby. It has been 3 years since she left home and she has gone on through her days with humming soft tunes and she found herself longing for companionship once more. Where will this take her?

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