*RolePlaying Character Background Thread*

[Mrmeow x_X]

RaZoR

As a little girl, abandoned by all, she used to travel the world all alone looking for her own place in the big chaos of the Rune-Midgrad Kingdom.
Then one day, when she was moving through Alberta, she stumbled into some Blacksmiths that were heading west, to the caves of Commodo. As she looked at them, she felt she is falling for the vision of Blacksmith, the idea of having the power of Steel at her own hands, at her own disposal... Then she knew - she found her place.
For a few days straight she walked to geffen, to visit the Blacksmiths Guild and tell them how eager she is to join. Yet when she came there, they only looked at her and laughed. They never even said a single word - just pointed at her and laughed.
She stood there, frozen, watching the men and women in the guild she has hoped so long to join, do nothing but laugh at her pressence.
She then thought, perhaps she must first become a merchant? Yes, that must the reason for them to make fun of her. So again, she walked all the way back to the merchant city of Alberta.
Exhausted, she fell through the door of the Merchants' Guild, her clothes dirty and thorn in places, her face covered with dirt from the ground of the lost forest upon which she slept. When she realised where she was, she got up and faced the Guild Master.
"My dream is to become a Merchant and a Blacksmith, please, accept me to your guild!" She said. The guild master kept silent for a few moments, inspecting her looks and behavior.
"Why should the wealthiest guild in all of Rune-Midgard accept a dirty little girl like you? Can you even pay the admission fee? Do you how high is the admission fee to become a Blacksmith? Run off, little girl, you have nothing to look for here."
Her eyes filled with tears, tears that started flawing slowly on to her cheecks, dripping on the fance floors of the guild. As she stood there, she realised all her dreams have just fallen apart.
This is when she understood - she must become a Rogue. The very opposite of all Merchants. She will show them what she is really capable of!
And then, when enough merchants are robbed and enough monsters are slayed... Perhaps then, she will come back to that very own guild to claim her dreams.

Since she had no name, she called herself RaZoR, to remind of the deadliness of her razor-sharp daggers.
It was some time later when she met an acolyte and a thief, also a pair of nomads with no home land. They travelled much together, and she became very fond of them... But one day they have simply vanished. As she woke up in the alley of prontera which they used this time as they're home, they were nowhere to be seen. The ground itself has swallowed them.

To be continued I suppose ^_^