Name: Colette (slave name given to her) Age: 117 Gender: Female Race: High Elf Hair: Blond, waist length, in ponytail. Eyes: Green Height: 5'6" Weight 125 lbs Class Thief (Spiritualist) Weapon: Broadsword, dagger Favorite Deity: Believes her totem to be a deity. Favorite Animal: I've seen the furs of many an animal, but rarely have I seen living animals. Probably a fox, because of their beauty, ability to cause trouble, and to lead many to a chase. Favorite Game: Hard to get. It excited some of my masters, giving them a bit of chase, to let them play with the idea of my escaping, and they could never have me again. Merely roleplay, but showing this kind of spirit let me brutally insult my masters and give me false hope, but hope nonetheless, of one day being free. Favorite Color: Silken sky blue alongside a chocolate leather brown. Best Friend: Babette. She showed me how a girl can love another girl. We tried so hard to hide this from our masters, but I suspect that some of the other girls betrayed us, and we were separated. I was 79. Personal Idol: Niles Birshannon. He loved me and would spend almost all his money to be able to see me regularly. I think I somewhat loved him. I loved his spirit. He promised to free me from my masters, and we had almost escaped. But I believe I was betrayed again and guards were waiting for us. They held me and forced me to watch him die. I tried to take my own life that night, so they locked me in solitary confinement for a week with little food. Their voices repeated over and over that my life was too valuable and didn't belong to me. Fondest Memory: When I was a child, there were some of the slaves that cared for me like their own. I didn't understand it at first, but they'd told me they'd lost their own children. They tried to pamper me and tell me outlandish stories, but had to turn away each time I was taken from their custody. That was nearly 100 years ago and they've all been lost to time, distance, and disease. Belle, Feather, Sheroux, and Lynn. Most embarrassing moment: Passing water on the face of one of my masters. It was purely unintentional. I'd be in an uncompromising position for hours, and he'd returned when I couldn't hold it anymore. I hoped he would kill me for it, but he actually enjoyed it. I was suprised I could still feel humiliation. (Yikes!) Favorite pet: N/A Any siblings?: She remembers dimly the face of her mother and father, but no one else. Favorite relative: Can't remember. Favorite place: The courtyard of the brothel, for I could see the sun. And it was reserved for the highest paying customers, so I felt special when I could see the sun. Ambition: For a hundred years it was freedom. (Now that she has it, she has no idea what to do with it. And so, she's resigned herself to the direction of the group. In a way, she feels like Grey is her new master, since he freed her.) Now, it is to find a way to love Gelia. Favorite past time: Dancing. If I closed my eyes, the music spirited me away to a warm place of fantasy, where I could feel safe. Favorite outfit: (She's never purchased her own clothing. Even Grey has bought all that she wears. She understands what designs work to enhance and entice, but not what is functional.) Favorite time of day: Dawn. I wake myself so that I can see the sun rise. I yearn to see the real sun again. My impressions of the party: (Quick to mistrust men. She's seen thousands of types in the last century, so she's quick to generalize them into catergories) Grey: Grey is focused and it's plain to see that he's had no luck with girls before. I see his ears and I wonder if he knows any other elven people. He risks his life to save me again and again, and I'm reminded of Niles. Grey doesn't love me, it's plain in his eyes. But he cares about me. I feel that I'd do anything he told me. I want him to love me. Racquel: The poor child. She needs a sister to protect her. If anyone tries to hurt her or damage her innocence, I will tear their eyes out. She seems preoccupied with nature and animals. She seems very alien to me, with her skin and eyes. Perhaps she is my favorite pet? Alus: Another cold mercenary. I wouldn't give him a second thought, but he saved my life. Luther: A loose cannon. He's so reckless! Oh, he's a dream, so he's not really here. So, does he feel invincible? Another child. Trilia: I feel betrayed by her. I hate her for snatching Ross's inner child from my hands. What, she's a monster too? Well, that explains a lot. Avienda: Poor girl. Don't let your sister lead you astray! Anada: It looks like he's been misguided by Trilia too. This place is dangerous. We have to find a way to get him back to the real world alive. Hugh: Mysterious quiet type. What's on his back?