Rosalind Carter
Character
Location: Susevfi
There were two things Rosalind could tell you about the city of Yumfla. First, it was a major trade city and where there was trade, there was opportunity. Secondly, and most importantly, this place ran on credits. Well okay, the second part was common for just about anywhere. To Rosalind, however, this was important because it was what she lacked in at the moment. Which brought her back to the first point she had. Without credits, opportunities were slim.
Solving her credit problem was definitely at the top of her list. I mean, what teenager doesn't want credits to spend? Rosalind, however, wasn't spending it on something trivial like the latest fashion trend. No, her goals were a little more basic. Currently one of those basic needs was sitting just on the other side of the glass window she had her face pressed up against. Beyond said transparent barrier was bread and pastries of every verity. Some may say you can't live on bread alone, but at least it let you live.
The small teen leaned away from the window, but keep her hands pressed on the glass. She could see her own reflection now staring back. Her blue hair that matched her equally blue eyes was pulled up into a messy ponytail. Small amounts of grime and dust that hadn't been wiped away tried to blend in with the freckles that dotted her pale face. The black and gray hooded was tattered along with her faded green t-shirt. Her brown cargo pants had seen better days and better patch jobs. All of which was pulled together nicely by her worn black and white sneakers. Seeing her reflection made her add a mental note for a bath and new clothes when she got the chance. First thing was first, she needed a way to get something to...
"Hey you little urchin! How many times have I told you to keep your grubby paws off that window?!" Rosalind didn't even need to turn and see who it was. This wasn't the first time she had drawn the ire of the store owner, and she definitely didn't feel like sticking around for whatever lay in store. The tiny teenager hustled her way down the street without looking back. Maybe she should try her luck down at the ports. They were normally busy at this time, and occasionally someone got careless with their cargo. No one was going to miss one tiny thing disappeared, would they?
Mig Gred
There were two things Rosalind could tell you about the city of Yumfla. First, it was a major trade city and where there was trade, there was opportunity. Secondly, and most importantly, this place ran on credits. Well okay, the second part was common for just about anywhere. To Rosalind, however, this was important because it was what she lacked in at the moment. Which brought her back to the first point she had. Without credits, opportunities were slim.
Solving her credit problem was definitely at the top of her list. I mean, what teenager doesn't want credits to spend? Rosalind, however, wasn't spending it on something trivial like the latest fashion trend. No, her goals were a little more basic. Currently one of those basic needs was sitting just on the other side of the glass window she had her face pressed up against. Beyond said transparent barrier was bread and pastries of every verity. Some may say you can't live on bread alone, but at least it let you live.
The small teen leaned away from the window, but keep her hands pressed on the glass. She could see her own reflection now staring back. Her blue hair that matched her equally blue eyes was pulled up into a messy ponytail. Small amounts of grime and dust that hadn't been wiped away tried to blend in with the freckles that dotted her pale face. The black and gray hooded was tattered along with her faded green t-shirt. Her brown cargo pants had seen better days and better patch jobs. All of which was pulled together nicely by her worn black and white sneakers. Seeing her reflection made her add a mental note for a bath and new clothes when she got the chance. First thing was first, she needed a way to get something to...
"Hey you little urchin! How many times have I told you to keep your grubby paws off that window?!" Rosalind didn't even need to turn and see who it was. This wasn't the first time she had drawn the ire of the store owner, and she definitely didn't feel like sticking around for whatever lay in store. The tiny teenager hustled her way down the street without looking back. Maybe she should try her luck down at the ports. They were normally busy at this time, and occasionally someone got careless with their cargo. No one was going to miss one tiny thing disappeared, would they?
Mig Gred