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Ynigma
Ynigma Shade
| Name | Ynigma |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | When she makes any money at all, it is through her artwork, which comes in many forms. |
| Age | Young, looking around eighteen by her face, though her size deceives. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | She lives around Bree, within the walls more often than not nowadays, renting from a shopkeeper. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | The pale girl before you is probably one of the smallest human's you'll ever meet. Her form is tiny, though somehow fully developed. It would be quite clear she wasn't the child whose height she had acquired, not only by her face, but also the shape of her body. She seemed to be quite well developed, without any disproportion, just a normally shaped miniature human. If it weren't for that, she would be easily mistaken for a hobbit, and it still happens occasionally, though she is just a little too tall to be one.
“I’m not small. I’m just cuter than you.” Her face was also quite pale, which was a stark contrast to her darkly colored hair. The dull gray shades weren't natural, but added with her own blend of ashy dye. Of course, that would all be covered by a large, black hood. She almost always wore dark clothing. Her favorite attire would include a pair of tight, black pants that looked a bit worn, and a dark shirt that buttoned in the front. The sleeves on her favorite garment ended at the elbows, leaving her arms bared somewhat. She often had a blood-red sash around her waist as well, letting the deep color flash against the black quite boldly.
“Maybe I’m the normal one, and the rest of Bree is just less fashionable.”
She seemed to be fond of wrapping her hands in black treated leather, leaving only her pale fingers exposed as the wrappings traveled up near her elbows. The leathers were held in place with small black cords that wrapped around just as far as the leather, beaded with small bits of silver. Around her neck was a braid of three such cords with a small bird's skull held just above her sternum. She often wore other accessories, but, never the same ones too often. They generally would be silver, in the shape of something skeletal or other, but the only one she wore regularly was a small ring on her left hand in the shape of a skeleton's fingers holding her tightly.
“I’m not depressed, I just like dark things.”
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Background
The small girl was born outside of the town on a farm where her parents lived. They were far from wealthy, but weren't living in poverty either. The secluded farm gave Ynigma all the space she needed, as a child, letting her grow away from other children, or anyone at all, really. Having only grown to her small size, she was afraid of a lot of things, and Bree was one of them, so her trips to the town were hesitant, and rare.
"I live with my parents, on a farm. I don't like it though. It's boring."
While she lived away on her parent's farm, she had to find a way to keep herself entertained. After working for long hours in the day, she wasn't very keen on doing anything active, or with her family since she didn't much care to socialize, so her mind turned towards something more artistic. She had a talent that grew quickly in many areas. Hours were spent drawing and sketching away, but that is only one of the things she learned. Carvings and the like come naturally, along with working with soft metals, or even fabrics and a needle to make clothing. Anything that she thought could be made easily, she did, almost refusing to buy anything just to save a trip into town.
"I want to go home, and just draw. Leave me alone."
When she finally did start coming into Bree more often, she found that there were people all over the town who would pay her for her arts, or other crafting. She obviously prefers to draw, but again, she can do many things. Most of them would be paid fairly well for. So now she forces herself into the town occasionally, despite having a strong distaste for the people there more often than not. Very few can get her to speak up much. Mainly, her attention would be spent only on those she already knew, consisting of a very limited circle of friends.
"Bree is boring. I don't like the people. I just wanna draw."
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Her mother and father live on a farm outside of town, though she doesn't see them often anymore. |
| Rivals/Enemies | She doesn't like anyone, but she dislikes them all equally. |
| Loves | Art, and solitude more often than not. |
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| Hates | People, especially crowds. |
| Motivation | What exactly does she need to be motivated for..? |
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