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Lynncae Makkel





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Creator: keystrings
Roleplay: A Lost Tomb
Nickname: Lynncae, Lynn, etc.

Name: Lynncae Makkel
Age: 90 (young-ish)
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Elf

Role: Thief

Appearance: Dark brown hair, with dark blue eyes, light freckled skin, and is slightly shorter than average for an elf. She often paints colorful streaks across her face, and will put paint on her clothes when she is bored. Her build is a lot more skinny than like muscular, but she can still carry a decent amount of items.

Personality: Despite her profession, she really is happy to talk with a lot of people, strangers and all. It kind of works to her favor, as she tries her best to be cheerful, but then sometimes she gets really frustrated and decides being nice can't be done forever. Also, she will stand up to anybody she perceives as doing a wrong, but she might not always have the correct information.
-Strengths: She's friendly to everyone, and will often strike up friendships with rather strong individuals, but she doesn't really realize it.
- Weaknesses: She can be rather oblivious and doesn't recognize people's emotions or actions. Also, likes to believe the best in people and doesn't believe people could turn bad.

Magic: No magic really. Some say that her abilities to hide in the shadows and delve up supplies akin to a magical ability, but it's something she had to develop over time.

History: Lynncae has lived a pretty simple life, living among a small group of humans in a thick forest. She stayed with her human mother, never having met her elven father, but she learned so much about nature and life itself. However, a short time before she decided to leave home, she met a traveling thief, who seemed to notice a potential in her, and so she trained under the mysterious woman, blending her natural skills at harvesting, or fighting, or sneaking around trees. As thus, she developed skills her mother was a bit surprised by, but decided to let her loose and travel. After all, that was how her parents met. Nowadays, she has matured into a young half-elf, determined to find the best in every person unless proven otherwise.

Up For Love: Maybe. But she's really oblivious to other people.

Other:


I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights