Sempronia de Luzador

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Sempronia traversing the rugged road in the midst of her travels.

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𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖..
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𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂: 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷
Born to no home nor land, the girl rendered herself boundless by family and the burdensome life of remaining tethered. Whether interpreted as a gift in disguise or an accursed life, the truth stood clear. She was bludgeoned by dismay and tragedy, and her life would be nothing short of a struggle. Memories become a haze until the age of seven where the epiphany of survival was engrained into her.
𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙱𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳: 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸
It was by thirteen. Thirteen she discovered her name. Thirteen the bow came unto her hands. Thirteen the senses of a hunter were beaten into her. And it was thirteen the warmth of ichor stained her hands. She was nothing before this, making mere living off of hustling trinkets to sell, petty theft a secondary means of survival. But life was no stranger to kindness masked in thick wool, a starved wolf amongst the herd. She was taken in by the pity of a bounty hunter who subsequently saw through her hushed theft. Rather than consequences being met. She was taken in, and bestowed the name Sempronia de Luzador, derived from some crude meaning or value.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁: 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 3
A freelance wanderer looking for hire, alone without a companion. None but her used, worn bow to her name, alongside a path left untouched. Her life consisted of various jobs and winding trails, never again did ichor befall her fingers. Not by her own blade. She wandered many nights and sunsets looking for purpose in her work, but it was yet to be found, only the starved feeling of unsatisfied adventure and wealth driving her hand.
𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳: 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺
Offhanded work morphed into a lurking beast, one watchful and monstrous. Coin had plagued her line of work, eventually finding herself biting off more than she could chew. She took up a job from an anonymous figure, thus finding herself in Hadriana, merely an accomplice. But this job would in turn force her to settle. Now taking up the local tavern in thirst for something more, Sempronia continues her journey, in search of coin to fill the void.
⁂|Age:
21 years of age
✧.┊Height:
5’5, 165 cm
⁂ | Race:
Khadan Human
✧.┊ Appearance:
Blemished and scarred, her skin weaves a composite story of her travels and history unspoken. Although it is a rich rosy brown, it is deprived of health, constantly stained in markings of dirt and various scabs, a sign of her trade. Her hair presents a thick unkempt mess of twists and knots medium in length, they feign a deep, dark-like chestnut color and it is often left to hang, though, occasionally, she ties it back with a simple piece of string. Her eyes, a soft, deep brown with flecks of gold. The shape of such narrow and almost tilted, constantly appearing tired. They resemble fox eyes in a way. To pair with this her eyebrows are thick and untrimmed, although, their shape is mostly even. Furthermore, her lips, full, yet, chapped. And finally, her nose appears broad, almost button-like.

⁂ | Voice Claim:
TBD
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Greed like the love of comfort is a kind of fear.
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𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚃𝚂: ..𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎?
✗╎ Petrified of water, this fear does not stem from figment. Sempronia cannot swim, and if tested, she most certainly will walk the fine line of life and the gateway to death.
✗╎ Destructive. Not only emotionally, but physically. She is unbalanced and thus unrestrained. Only through mentoring does she confine herself to restraint.

✗╎ Contrary to her unruly behavior, Sempronia is not a heavy drinker, although, she occasionally does find herself chewing bark, or a slim, shaved piece of wood.
✗╎ With the mannerisms of a loud and abrasive girl, it is a wonder she ever managed to achieve hunter-like traits. Her silence not being a leading factor, rather, her swift shot and keen eye.
𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂: TBD
Rather than being measured by a scale, a short description is given with an object or figure associated with said person.
 
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