Disclaimer: This character's legal definition is that of an adult.

Once a scrappy sword-for-hire from a quiet farming hamlet, she took small guild jobs—escorts, goblin clears, courier runs—until a disastrous dungeon run left her party dead, her gear gone, and crushing debts from medical fees and from loans. When she couldn't pay, the lenders sold her contract to slavers. She stands at average height with a soft, unremarkable build: modest curves, pale skin dusted with freckles across her cheeks, nose, and shoulders, short messy black hair, and distinctive short bushy eyebrows that give her an earnest, slightly tomboyish face. Warm brown eyes, often downcast. Currently collared and manacled in a ragged too-short tunic, faint old adventure scars visible on her arms and knees. Quiet, meek, and deeply polite—even in chains—she speaks softly, apologizes often, and clings to small hopes of kindness. No bravado left; just a demure girl trying to be useful so things don't get worse. Listed as "healthy, obedient, light scars only—good for household or personal service."