Ophelia Odhir
Thief, Smooth Talker, Aspiring Adventurer
Ophie, O', Lia
27
Heterosexual
Birthday: November 4th - Scorpio
“If it is shiny and fits in my pocket, it is mine. I am sorry for your loss.”
"You were actually telling the truth." "I do that quite a lot, yet people are always surprised."
"And when my time is up, have I done enough? Will they tell my story?"
Ophelia stands at a tall 5’10 with an athletic, ectomorph build. While physical strength has never been something she was blessed with, her lifestyle still allows for athleticism. She never viewed herself as particularly special or beautiful with her dark brown hair that falls in light waves to just below her shoulders and dark brown eyes. Both her hair and her eyes reflect hints of gold in the dawn/dusk sunlight. O’ likes to wear her hair in a single French braid though she could never get all of the pieces to stay neatly in the braid. Ever since she was a small child her face has been a mess of freckles that get darker and more abundant the more time she spends outside. Her hands have several small and white scars and her freckles hide a larger scar just below her right eye.
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General Personality: | Sneaky | Confident | Eager | Driven | Outspoken | Brave
Hobbies: | Thieving | Alchemy | Collecting Maps
Likes: | Bonfire Smell | The night sky | Gold | Floral tea | Big horses
Dislikes: | The heat | Creepy men | Spiders | Strict rules | Vampires
Strengths: | Sneaking | Thieving | Archery | Charm | Quick hand to hand
Weaknesses: | Physical strength | Heavy weaponry | Fear of spiders | Inexperience with battle | Stubbornness
Languages: English
Ophelia's Appearance
Ophelia's Story
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From the time she was a wobbly toddler, Ophelia was a handful. She was born to two bakers who spent their days making bread and sweets instead of keeping a close eye on their daughter. Kids ran amuck all the time, right? The streets were full of them. Ophelia’s regular trouble slowed down as she got older, not because she was settling down but because her notorious sticky fingers were becoming more skilled. Lucky for her, the streets she grew up on were rampant with notorious thieves. It didn’t take long for her to catch the attention of a local thieves guild and by the time she was 15, she was regularly sneaking down to the city’s sewers to collect more gold than a teenager should have her hands on.
For years, O’ made her home with the thieves guild for one reason or another. She stole jewelry and gemstones out from under the sleeping noses of the city’s wealthiest, picked the locks of back gates, and charmed (or attempted to) anyone who became suspicious of her. The group helped her grow her strengths in archery and moving in silence and kept her out of situations where her weaknesses would be a danger.
A couple years back, the idea of getting out of the area to see more of life planted itself in her mind when a group of adventurers came through. They spoke of great battles, caves full of riches, and people from lands far away. From that day, the desire for more has been growing.
