Belit Von Bromide, ranger and rapscallion

Name: Belit Von Bromide

Age: 19

Physical features: Freckled complexion, brown, bushy bobbed hair, brown eyes, figure described as “petite,” 5’2”

Artist's Depiction: Available (click here)

Occupation: Ranger (Human)

Talents: Marksmanship, Thievery, Animal Speech

Preferred partner's build: Muscular

Preferred partner's style: Master

{if Introduction = True}Additional notes:{else}"Belit Von Bromide… this one recently made the leap from a wanted poster to a saintess dossier. Quite a career change," the recruit commander remarked with a deep frown that spoke more clearly to his opinion of her. "She's Missionaire, born and raised, from a big family of Von Bromides who have mostly moved out west. This one spent most of her childhood nicking people's purses."

The artist had depicted the freckled, bushy-headed girl sticking out her tongue in a cheeky gesture, not at all fitting anyone's image of a saintess. You asked if her story was owing to her love of thievery, half-joking, or more about her financial circumstances.

"Little of both, I'd say. Her mother and father were no good for anything but birthing her and did wrong by their whole line of ten children for some odd twenty years. Belit's the youngest of them. But they say she's gone from a skilled thief to a… halfway respectable Ranger these days. Spent time studying with druids, maybe eager to live up to Geod's expectations of her…"

This sounded promising. You allowed a hopeful smile onto your face.

"... or perhaps eager to nick their prized totem, which has mysteriously gone missing since she departed their enclave."

You smirked. It was odd to think about such a rapscallion being part of the saintesses. You speculated aloud: perhaps it's a good thing for a saintess to have an unconventional lifestyle like hers, given the unconventional nature of the work.

"Maybe… Maybe," the older man mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Even at just 19, she's a mighty capable hand with a bow and a dagger, at any rate. She'll pull her weight, long as you can keep her in line. Not that you're much older or more seasoned than she is… Any rate, all of this is for you younger folk. With how you’ve ducked my training over the years, you two will get along like thieves, I wager."{endif}

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