Atma Silmani (Timpenin)
Gender: 2
Race: Human
Height: 5' 1"
Age: 14
Family: Large, but not seen for quite some time
Animals: None
Weapons: Street fighting. A small dagger.
Personality: Atma is, basically, a brat. She is a street rat who has no qualms about stealing, lying, or cheating. She is, however, tough from life on her own, and is not afraid of adults of any age. She worst fear is appearing weak so she is sometimes overly brave, not backing down even when in real danger. However she is also gentle with younger children, and has a big heart for those hurt or ill. If someone earns her loyalty, she will fight tooth and nail (literally) for them, but getting that loyalty is often difficult and not displayed by her until it is tested. As of yet, she considers boys to be only people smellier and bigger than she is who don't fight fair and are, in general, utterly worthless unless she can cheat them out of something.
Appearance: She is relatively short for her age, with dark brown hair that is usually dirty and roughly pulled back into a knot. She has large brown eyes which she already knows how to use, as well. She is very lanky, with long skinny limbs that she usually manages well, although she will occasionally trip herself. Not usually considered pretty, her biggest asset is her smile, though she would look presentable if she ever bothered to wash the dirt off.
History:
Atma grew up in a large family as was one of the numerous middle children in a land claimed by noon that her family knew of. Rebellious and solitary from the start, she hated having so many cousins, aunts and uncles running around and even more so when she was old enough to be given chores and asked to babysit the younger ones. Her parents, though loving, simply did not know what to do with her and she grew more and more frustrated with their wilderness life until at age 12, she impetuously ran away. Though she struggled just to live by herself at first, she managed to make it to a small village where she pretended that she was an orphan after she discovered that calling herself such would make the townspeople more likely to harbour her and greatly narrow the chance that she would be sent back to her family, who she knew was probably looking for her. Soon fed up with the village, she wandered on, passing through other villages and cities with the enormous luck not to ever be caught doing something she shouldn’t and managing to stay alive. She also gained a knowledge of street-fighting and can hold her own against an unarmed man. She also has a small dagger, though she does not really know what to do with it, having merely seen a man sharpening it, fallen in love with it, and so stolen it when he set it down.
