Name: Jaelle Boswell
Age: 15
Gender: female
Orientation: straight
Birthday: May 6th
Species: human
Appearances: now ragged, bruised, has a left black eye, and rumpled light clothing under a dusty purple cloak. Usually shows a resemblance to a scared or angr cat.
likes: Jewels, jewlery, cloaks, bright colors, music, drinks, dance
dislikes: slave owners, thieves, being accused of thievery, darkness
allergies: none
Uke, Seke, Sume: I don't know what this is!
Bio: Jaelle was originally part of a travelling group of gypsies that ventured to a small city. When they arrived, though, their group scattered one night. A group of slave hunters saw them as potential slaves and tried to grab them. They managded to get a few, including Jaelle's guardian. Jaelle had watched in the shadows of an alley and just as they went to drag the gypsies they caught into their trailer, Jaelle lashed out out the alley. She was a good fighter, and bashed open the lock of the trailer and free them. She would have escaped with the rest of the gypsies and left Klece with proud stories to tell if she had not been caught off guard with a man and a bat. A gypsie yelled a warning when she saw the man when Jaelle was about to run aswell. But it didn't stop him from bashing her out cold. She woke up hours later in the trailer and transported into a slave shop.
Master/Misstress: no one yet.
