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female • apprentice • medium • no powers
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An almost permanent grin spread across the little femme's delicate maw, Tiny made her merry way through the many weeds and long dead fields that dotted the vast Loner Lands, hauling a sack behind her that contained daggers and other weapons of all sorts that she had managed to steal from the many enemies she had acquired while in the same place she was now. Yes, these poor souls had fallen in the midst of Tina while she had been on a little rampage AFTER the murder of her long-time foe, Flesh-stick. How she managed to murder these creatures? Bombs of course! She'd taken a liking to those things and had had them stashed away in her den when the insane felines struck. Too bad there were no more left. Ah well. "Is there a Papa Wound around here?~", chirped the unstable as she set down her carry-on and glanced around the clearing before her. She'd been told of the slave dealing Coydog and was instantly fascinated with this certain fellow. She'd hauled her ass out here today to perhaps score a slave of her own who might I add, may be the guest of honor at one of her insane-o tea parties some time in the near future, but we'd see.
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