I would like to display my interest with the below WIP entirely rolled sheet.
Name: Hate
Ancestry: Orc
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Background: Earned a living working in your profession.
Professions: Grave robber
Size: 1 (7.5ft)
Speed: 12
Wealth: 6cp
Damage/Health: 0/10
Strength: 10
Agility: 11
Intellect: 9
Will: 9
Healing Rate: 2
Defense: 11
Perception: 10
Insanity: 0
Corruption: 1
Languages: You speak the Common Tongue and Dark Speech.
Shadowsight: You see in areas obscured by shadows as if those areas were lit.
Weapons and Equipment: A dagger, a club, basic clothing, a backpack, a week of rations, a waterskin, a tinderbox, 2 torches, a pouch containing 6 cp, and a tin whistle.
Being a grave robber, Hate is aware of the shame she should feel grubbing around amongst the decomposing dead, and as such is awkward with others, alone or in groups. Indeed, for her there are strangers, and then there are people to be afraid of: people she must deal with for everyday living, and people who make her run for the shadows. She is acquainted with the less reputable merchants and healers of the town, as they are to whom she must sell her treasures of metal and flesh. She naturally avoids agents of order, and is wary of those who are outwardly intelligent – they will surely use their intelligence to cheat her. She does not remember ever knowing anyone closely enough or long enough to consider them a friend. That said, when the barrier of fear is passed, Hate is often helpful to others, wanting to please, and has a dutiful sense of keeping her word. Unfortunately this barrier of fear is sometimes passed impulsively, not so much against her better judgement but without judgement: which is where her fear of being cheated may come from. Her willingness to please has been taken advantage of in the past because of this. Although Hate likes to help, and to keep her word, she may be erratic about doing this. It’s hard to fathom what makes her think a particular word is one to keep, perhaps.
Hate fears, quite generally. In particular she fears all that could pass judgement on her for parasiting off the dead; and she fears the undead, although she makes light of this: she's never met a moving body part she couldn't club into submission, she would like to joke. Corpses and death and blood, however, hold no fear for her. She doesn’t know that she values it as such, but Hate more than anything would like a feeling of security: she’s never felt more than a wild and fearful animal. She yearns in a way she could not express in words the security of not being hunted for what she does, and, although she is not so aware of this, the security of friendship – or at least, of the company of people who may not judge her for what she does, and is. Despite her sense of dutifulness, she has no real sense of honor – it’s been erased by the shame of years spent in the dirt. The one physical item she wouldn’t part with is her tin whistle. The sounds she makes from it are the only beautiful things that have ever been hers. It is perhaps the only way she expresses her fears and loathings and longings.
Indeed, playing the tin whistle is the only thing that Hate might consider an achievement. For months and months she would hide in the shadows listening to Angwyn, a local bard, and remember the rising and falling melodies, and later try to recreate them in the dark grubbiness of her hole. She is a self-taught musician, and both proud and insecure about this. Hate would prefer to have nothing to do with authority. She does not want to command, nor be commanded. If you ask her nicely though, she is likely to do what you need.
I haven’t thought of a secret yet.Gigla - it occurs to me that via Maraline's father, to whom perhaps Hate sold her stolen grave goods and cadavers and organs, the two might have an acquaintainceship of sorts. I expect that Hate would also know a few other similarly disreputable types, and the type of healer or academic who likes dissecting bodies and such like.
edit: Oh! I forgot to add that Hate the Orc is quite attractive, for an orc. Skin blotchy like a toad, thin patchy fur and a forehead like a melting brick, but once someone described her as having "somewhat less brutish" features, which she took as quite the dashing compliment. It's hard to tell which features are the less brutish ones though, amongst her imposing frame of 7 foot 6 and 550lbs.