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Name: Arrietty

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Race and Appearance: Breton:Short, black hair in a bob cut, thin and average height for a Breton, black irises in her eyes.

Class and Gear: Rogue: Wields a sickle, wears black, tight clothing due to the fact that armour is too restrictive.

Backstory: Though Arrietty’s family were a resilient clan, several waves of Cholera wiped them out, killing her husband and her brother in less than a month.

Though Arrietty had the means to survive on her own, she couldn't face her house anymore. It felt haunted, empty and she often expected its former tenants, her husband and brother to be waiting for her in the sitting room, whenever she went in. The Breton decided that it was time to leave everything behind and start again, no matter how hard it was for her.

She took up her sickle, a weapon that she mastered at a young age and became a burglar. Breaking into houses, archives, mansions and other places that contained all sorts of valuables and treasures across High Rock and plundering their riches. This life kept her distracted and amused for a time but, after a close call, she eventually decided to retire and call it quits. She left High Rock, a number of weeks ago and has since been staying in Markarth, biding her time and deciding what she wants to do with herself.

Few thieves, even the best, get the opportunity to retire as most die or spend their 'old age' rotting in some dungeon. Arrietty was always careful, always remained anonymous and yet she constantly looks over her shoulder, with a worried expression, like she somehow expects a reckoning.