Name: Jillian Smoothhands
Race: Halfling - lightfoot
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Race Ideal: Courage. You seek to prove that the bravest heart can be contained within the smallest of packages.
Race Bond: You won't rob or hurt those who are weaker or less fortunate than you.
Race Flaw: You never settle for just one slice when you can have the whole cake.
Race Personality: You like to collect mementos of your travels.
Race Description: For lightfoot halflings, neither the journey nor the destination matters more; the important thing is to keep moving. They share the skin, hair, and eye tones of humans, but most lightfoot halflings have hazel or brown eyes and brown hair. Lightfoot halflings don't grow facial hair except that males and females typically grow short sideburns.
Gender: female
Orientation: heterosexual
Age: early adult
Build Type: Ectomorph
Build Specific: Average
Build Shape: Stick-like
Height: Below Average
Missing Parts: No Missing Parts
Disfigurements: No disfigurments
Physical Description: The NPC's mouth is permanently crooked, giving them a cocky smirk even in serious moments.
Activity: Covered in mud
Facial Expression: Reptilian
Archetype: Quester
Emotional Traits: Forgetful
Archetype Description: Like a knight of the Round Table, you strive for some goal that even you cannot define. Perhaps you've had some vision of glory, or you were raised to believe in your own greatness (or you simply feel a restless tugging that leads you toward some lofty goal). In any case, you're on a mission. Until you achieve your destiny, you'll be questing; in the meantime, do everything you can to uncover the essence of your quest.
Driven to glory, you perform heroic deeds and hold lofty ideals. The Union was made by people like you, and it provides an admirable vehicle for your destiny. While others take the low road to convenient ends, you uphold a strong moral code. No quest was ever easy, but the legacy of Avalon is worth the sacrifice.
Sadly, heroes die. Sooner or later, you will probably meet a glorious death. Face it - you're doomed. Once you accept that though, all terrors fall away. A dead hero fears nothing.
- Regain Willpower when you discover some clue to your ultimate goal, or do something grand to achieve it.
Goals: Explore place
Fears: being identified by law enforcement, as the they are currently a fugitive
Motive: Isn't feeling well, and is seeking medical attention.
Motives: Curiosity: The desire to learn new things.
Mental Quirks: If you yell more than a few words, your voice gets hoarse. You avoid yelling, therefore people just assume you are always calm and collected.
Mannerisms: Appears bored
Speaking Manner: Long
Speaking Description: Replies with a single word whenever possible.
Catchphrases: The stars align in my favor.
Social Class: Lower Lower Class
Residence: Blackgate, Outer City
Occupation: Millwright
Skill Level: novice
Adventurer Skill Tier: 1.5
Innate Talent: average
Workplace: The Defiant Blasted Mug
Work District: The Wide, Upper City
Crew: Council's Eminent Fellowship of Provenders
Prejudice Type: ageist
Prejudice Target: children
Prejudice Level: Tolerant: The NPC has some, but not all, of the commonly held prejudices of the region
NPC Attitude Toward The Patriars: Indifferent
NPC Rank In The Flaming Fist: Holds No Rank
NPC Reputation With Flaming Fist: Known Ally
NPC Attitude Toward Flaming Fist: Indifferent
NPC Rank In The Guild: Holds No Rank
NPC Reputation With The Guild: Known Ally
NPC Attitude Toward The Guild: Indifferent
NPC Rank In The Watch: Holds No Rank
NPC Reputation With The Watch: Known Ally
NPC Attitude Toward The Watch: Helpful
Colours: plunket (medium blue or grey-blue)
Condition: Tattered and worn
Shirt: wool tunic
Shirt Features: vest over the shirt
Pants: wrap skirt
Over Wear: large scarf
Shoes: heavy boots
Other: cord necklace
Scar: A jagged scar (Head)
Jewelry : An ornate belt (Steel)
Skin Texture: Warty
Skin Complexion: Dark
Skin Colour: White, tan
Hair Texture: Wiry
Hair Type: Kinky
Hair Length: Bobbed
Hair Style: Pony tail
Hair Colour: Red, coppery
Head Hair: Ear-back fringe
Hair Sideburns: Narrow
Head Size: Small
Head Shape: Pointed
Forehead: Broad
Face Plane: Average
Face Shape: Pointed (reverse triangle)
Facial Expression: Reptilian
Eyebrows: Thin
Eyebrow Shape: Turning downwards
Eyes Lashes: Long
Eye Shape: Round
Eye Description: Staring
Eye Setting: Deep
Eye Size: Uneven
Eye Colour: Blue, dark
Eye Pupils: Small
Eye Whites: Blood-shot
Eye Lids: Painted
Cheekbones: Protruding
Cheeks: Flat
Nose Size: Button
Nose Shape: Pointed
Nostrils: Large
Mouth: Wide
Mouth Shape: Drooping
Lips: Sunken
Tongue Descriptors: Normal
Teeth: Gap-toothed (general)
Teeth Colour: Wooden
Teeth Condition: Average
Chin Size: Large
Chin Shape: Weak
Ear Location: Low on head
Ear Shape Size: Pointed
Ear Lobes: Pendant
Ear Prominence: None, lizard-like holes
Ear Condition: Cauliflower
Neck Length: Long, swan-like
Neck Size: Thin (pencil-like)
Neck Condition: Wattled
Torso Size: Average
Torso Length: Short
Shoulders: Broad
Breasts: Skinny
Chest Unusual: Concave area
Back: Average
Back Unusual: Normal
Waist: Wasp-like
Hips: Average
Buttocks: Skinny
Arm Length: Ape-like
Arm Descriptor: Corded
Handedness: right
Hand Size: Small
Hand Descriptor: Calloused
Palms: Broad
Finger Size: Average
Finger Descriptor: Bony
Finger Nail Length: Short
Finger Nail Descriptor: Manicured
Thigh Descriptor: Curvaceous
Thigh Length: Average
Leg Issues: normal
Leg Length: Long
Leg Descriptor: Potato-like
Feet Size: Average
Feet Descriptor: Hard
Feet Soles: Soft
Toe Size: Long
Toe Descriptor: Thick
Toenails: Discolored
Parents: You know who your parents are or were.
Raised By: Mother and father
Birthplace: Home
Number Of Siblings: 7
Birthorder: Younger
Childhood Lifestyle: Squalid
Childhood Home: Apartment in a rundown neighborhood
Childhood Memories: I am still haunted by my childhood, when I was treated badly by my peers.
Reason For Being A Millwright : I was apprenticed to a master who taught me the guild's business.
Teen Event: Career: You changed careers from: Madhouse caretakers
Young Adult Event: Enemy: You made an enemy. You are to blame.