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Name: Dodge Reddings Age: 13 Gender: Female Species: Waif/ Human cross Preferred Weapon: Dirk/ Sickle, also a good hand with a sling. Personality: Extremely quiet and reserved, but has a tendency to start brawls when irked, even in the slightest. Her mood swings from apathetic to livid at the tiniest provocation. Doesn't have a home, and is constantly on the move because of her light- fingered ways. Chaotic Neutral. Looks: Pale, Ink blue wavy hair with a silver streak that falls down in front of her eyes, which are gold. Short- only 4"11. Lots of tribal tattoos in black or cobalt. Clothes: A frayed, heavily stitched brown leather vest over a white unfitted tunic with the sleeves rolled up. Ripped and patched trousers that tuck into gauze leg wrappings, leading down to a pair of overlarge Arial combat boots in black and silver. Various superstitious artifacts are hung about her neck. A bandana she received long ago from a kindred soul is tied around her wrist, since it became to small for her to wear otherwise. Carries: An array of bags and tools attached to her belt like a horizontal bandolier. A black leather satchel, containing her dirk and lock- picking instruments, several small glass bottles, a folded cloak, a sling and three egg shaped stones, some dried meat, and a wooden painted idol she received from a village wisewoman.
