Alora

## Appearance

**Hair:** Pale silver

**Skin:** Darker ashen-brown

**Eyes:** Pale Purple

**Height:** 4’5”

**Weight:** 50lbs

**Body Type:** Thin, underweight

**Noticeable features:** Generally, other than being a dark elf, her height and size are what most people notice first, once the realization of her age sets in.

## Personality

Alora is a strange little individual. Very mischievous, easily distracted, and despite the way she grew up, she seems to be rather light-hearted and happy. It’s rare she’ll take anything or anyone seriously. Oh, someone caught her hand in their pocket? Well, kick them in the shin and run away. There is *always* next time. Maybe it’s because this is all she knows, maybe there is just something wrong in the girl’s head, or maybe it’s to hide how she really feels; who knows. Alora is also known to tell incredulous and pointless stories. Whether it be about the hoofed man with horns she *swears* saw in the forest or just what kind of soup that weird guy in the tavern was eating. She always has something to say. She also seems to be attracted to *things.* Though she does steal money and food out of need, Alora seems to enjoy collecting anything *she* deems of value or pretty. Whether it’s a diamond or just a shiny button she liked. She also has a habit of stashing objects and food alike in random hiding spots. Granting her the nickname *Magpie* by the locals in the city in which she grew up in*.*

## Abilities & Proficiencies

**Fighting Style:** Not formally trained in fighting but being on the streets for the majority of her life, Alice is quite the little scrapper. Known to use whatever object she can as a makeshift weapon.

**Weapon Proficiencies:** Butterknife? Rusty steak knife. Teeth... Pocket sand…

**Magic:** Alora has always been adept to magic. Although she’s never had formal training, just from tinkering with things on her own, she’s become proficient in a couple of magics. Chlorokinesis, not quite mastered but close, as she mostly just uses it to create pretty flowers and shrubbery. The second is Telekinesis. Which is somewhat mid-level, simply because she doesn’t know how to properly control it nor really understands it and it often ends up with her accidentally just throwing something in a random direction.

**Other Skills:**

* Alora is very much a talented thief. A small girl, she is able to tuck and hide when needed. She’s very quick and stealthy as well. Being she has been on the streets for the majority of her life, she has become a very proficient pickpocket and lockpick.
* Very street smart, knowing all the nooks and crannies of the city, it has helped with her talent for information gathering. Although she can’t actually read, at the very least, she can copy down words and symbols.
* She’s got an uncanny knack for just talking. Most times it’s an incredulous story but she makes for a great distraction, talking non-stop so the person with her can’t get a word in. Which sometimes allows her to get out of a sticky situation if she’s unable to run and hide, due to sheer confusion of the other person.

## History

Alora really never knew much of her history or her family. Or anything, really. She was always tiny for her age and race. Well below the average height. Many assumed it was some sort of mix of biokinesis and genetics but Alora never got a real answer or a why. Her mother, a common street whore, not even in a shabby brothel. And her father, just a random client who had knocked her mother up. Her mother was killed by god knows who. Angry client, just a randomer; maybe even someone of importance who wanted to cover up the fact they paid for a dark elf prostitute. No one really knew. Or cared. Leaving a very young Alora to fend for herself on the streets of Norve.

It was rough, in the beginning. It still is some days. In the beginning, it was a refusal to steal. She didn’t want to be like the rest. No, she was better than that. At least that’s what she thought at first. Attempts to leave, “start a better life” she said. But in the end, she ended up just like the others in her situation. Nearly starving, it started with a fallen apple off a stall. Then an apple on the stall. Then shillings, breaking into homes and businesses. You name it. After the countless beatings, threats, all around failings, she got better over time. Her small stature allowed her to crawl into tiny spaces most couldn’t get to. Her tiny hands fit perfectly into pockets. She could even use people as a means of hiding if there weren’t any viable hiding places.

Her skills grew, even still being young as she is, Alora is very good at what she does. She is street smart and knows full well the value of information. Using her skills as a thief to be the eyes and ears of what was going on in the capital. Selling any possible important information to the highest bidder or even being hired to break into places and steal things. Whether it be for pirates, citizens or even royalty, if they were so inclined. Still, somehow she remained on the street; perhaps by choice but mostly because she gets paid with shiny objects she so much enjoys or just a shilling, due to not knowing any better. This is her life. Not one of wealth and glamour but the one she knows.