Drossy

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Description
"Drossy", as she'll call herself, is a young girl- approximately fifteen to eighteen years of age. She's fairly scrawny and lanky, and certainly small- though she might be five feet and four inches in height, the way she holds herself may make her seem much shorter and far less imposing. The girl may seem sickly- her pasty pale flesh and boney structure may give her the appearance of one ill-taken; the youth's knuckles and knees are a tad knobbly. High cheekbones and prominantly round hazel-grey eyes may further the ailed appearance, especially given her poor sleep schedule. Her hair, a dull and dirty blonde, is often unstyled and hangs limply to her shoulders.

Behavior
Drossy bears the behavior of a survivor, above all else. She has a runaway sort of mentality, preferring flight over fight- it is really not rare of her at all to run away from something before realizing what it is. Her pilfering ways, even, stem from this overdriven survival instinct; when she pursues coin, it's rarely above what she needs to afford a bowl of stew at a local tavern.. and when she does not pursue coin, she nabs food from tables and baskets.

She is very unlikely to accept help from others, unfortunately- there is a matter of trust, or lack thereof. It has happened once or twice in her many years of rascally runs- that someone has spotted her nabbing coppers or half-eaten food, and took pity on her instead of calling the guards. In these situations, she's fled rather than accept the assistance.

Encounters with Drossy may end up with her being veiwed as caustic. Her attitude is a tad abrasive, given that she trusts no one. She's quick to push others away verbally, even those attempting kindness upon her. She may even stoop to lying to evade foul and friendly encounters alike, though her fibs are often outlandish enough to be transparent.