Uɴᴅᴇʀ A Sᴋʏ Oғ Dᴜsᴛ (O: Gᴜʏ Nᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ)

[Center]Name:
"They call me Rowan."

Age:
"I am sixteen."

Appearance:
"I have deep brown- almost black- hair, with green eyes to match it. Green, as green as the poison of a snake, lips as red as the dawn and pale skin that can put the whitest snow to shame. With my not-so-tall height of five foot five, everyone easily towers over me it seems."

Personality:
"What am I like? Well where to begin? I'm not like any normal girl of sixteen, I'm not a stuck-up princess, or a servant of the king, or a poor pheasant girl, forced to work to make ends meet. I'm a loner of the kingdom, I belong to myself and like it that way. Ruling myself, defending myself, looking out for myself is really my forte.
"Wasn't always this way though..."

History:
"Nosy aren't you? Fine, I'll tell you of my past if it matters that much to you, not like it benefits me in any way.
"I was born to a poor woman named Gabriella, she was my mother before she took ill and died of smallpox. I was fifteen at that time and had never met my father, in fact I knew little if my mothers marital status. Only later did I find out the truth.
"I wasn't the only child to Gabriella, from my unknown father. She had a son about a year before I was born, he was taken away to be a soldier. I tried to look for him, but I never did.
"That's how my life as a loner began, searching for someone to call family, and being the foolish girl I was I planned to march up to the castle and order to see my brother. That's how it all went wrong, and how I'm still on the run.
"When I was denied passage I began demanding to see my brother, causing quite a stir, when the soldiers tried to remove me I snapped. Well, can you blame me? A girl of fifteen and now finding out you had a brother, right after your mother died, wouldn't you be a bit tense?
"I'm not shamed to say I murdered one if the soldiers, escaping and going back every night to terrorize to kings men. I soon picked up the nickname 'Rat' for being able to come in and escape undetected. I was proud of the reputation I was getting, very proud I'd made a name of myself, some one to be feared.
"One night I snuck in, only to find them waiting for me. Like a rat I was finally caught, but not yet, there's always a way out. Would you really think I don't come armed for killing, grabbing a knife a threw it, and it embedded the blade in the kings stomach.
"That's where I am, on the run from the kings men, well man I should say. The king sent out his most trusted soldier, and I was running. I've been running, for about a month now, not who I once was but only a bag of bones that runs."

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