Ivory Lavandre

Name : Ivory Lavandre

Age : 22

Race : Human

Occupation : Thief, odd jobs.

Description :
Straight, golden blonde hair, falls in a river down her back.  Silver eyes, wide and cirular in shape, holding mystery, yet a smile.  An oriental necked sleevless red shirt and fit black pants, even in the hot weather, are what she's most often found in.  Ivory stands 5'1'', thin, agile build, frail, most often bare shoulders, petite hands and feet.  A spash of freckles decorates the bridge of her nose, which she hates, of course, for they make her look younger then her 22 years.  A music note seems to have been burned into her skin, underneath her left ear, though if questioned about it will not respond.  A simple gold ring wraps around her thumb, being the only jewelry she wears.  A small ivory dagger is usually sheathed at her side if not in her pocket, unnoticible unless one looks carefully at her.  She has no intentions of fighting, prefering to remain secretive, if she can.

History :
She crouched behind the dumpster next to the tavern's back entrance, hand clamped firmly over her nose to keep the smell of rotting food away from her delicate senses.  No, she didn't like being in this position at all. 

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