Micayla Addison Richards

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Name:
Micayla Addison Richards

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Age:
Twenty Years[/size]
Gender:
Female[/font]
Species:
Human[/font][/size]
Nationality:
Murate[/size][/font]
Looks:
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This young woman’s features tell of her age, young and yet they also tell of her day to day life, hard work. The edges of her hands and the soles of her feet are stained with calluses and her skin is tanned from the sun. Her arms are corded with small muscles from hard work. Her entire life she has worked hard and she has always held an honest way of life. Years of work have given her body quite a few muscles that are not often found in other women. She stands at five feet and five inches, not tall and yet not necessarily small either. She is about midsized in height and a tanned ‘farm girl’. Her hair reaches her mid back and is a vibrant red auburn, streaked with golden streaks from the sun. Her hair falls in an array of curls, ringlets that fall down her back and reach just past her shoulders, hair of which she trims herself when it gets too long. Her eyes now, her eyes are a dazzling emerald green, never changing and always taking the vibrant color of emerald. Her figure is slender and yet she has plenty of curves. She is not very thin but yet she is far from being overweight as well. She has a very feminine frame and a built body from the work she has performed within her life time.
Her wardrobe is not vast as she does live in Murate, after all. Her wardrobe suffers and is closed to simple cotton dresses weaved by her own fingers and typically follow simple creams and grays and while they show off her eyes and her hair they would come across as rather bland to anyone whom has had a glimpse of the ever more colorful Ellsinora. Her dresses are simple and single layered, wearing nothing beneath her dresses but a simple cotton slip for her lower half and yet nothing against her torso for as stated her ward robe is modest and she would not waste cotton on creating any intricate under clothing so she keeps it simple to the fact that if she sits, her lower secrets shall not show through her legs. She lives with respect and she expects any man in her life to respect her as much too. While she wears simple cotton dresses it happens to be the only thing that she wears. Her feet are always bare and her hair is always loose at her back. She is poor just as nearly everyone in Murate is save for those whom own a shop and even then, could they be called rich?
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Personality:
This young woman has lived a life of hardships and no money. She was born and raised in Murate, but that does not make her happy about it. She has suffered at the hands of Murate soldiers and even so, her spirit remains. She is bold and fearless though she has no knowledge of using any sort of weapon, her quick wits and intelligence often save her. Her parents are long dead and often she helps the orphans of the town for she is the sole owner of any form of life in Murate holding a tiny garden behind her home which she regularly attempts to hide from the guards that raid the village for her home is placed close to the center of town. For years she has lived alone and her maturity has grown strong as well as the knowledge in her mind. She has often found herself raped by the guards and has lost a child in a miscarriage and the temporary heart break spurred her to help the children whom wander the streets without parents themselves. Orphaned at fifteen she was forced to care for herself with no one to do it for her and so she kept her parents home where here she lives alone, working, always working. There always seems to be something to do and more than anything, she tends to her tiny garden that lines the back of her house with handfuls of produce that struggle to live in the spoiled soils of the land. Many of the raids and rough times with the guards were over some of the men discovering her small garden and wanting their hands on the fresher goods and when she refused, she had been forced to pay with her body, as well as with the produce she managed to grow there as well.
Years of ill fortune have toughened her soul and she will take no crap from any man. The only time she loses her battle is when her small size and her lack of weapons forces her to have to give in to the will of them for she would rather live then die naked at the hands of any man. So routinely she bandages her pride and pushes on. The smiles of the children when she lowers a plump tomato or a bright orange carrot into their hands, a true treat in their eyes, reward her each day for her troubles. Living in Murate all of her life has toughened her soul and filled her head with dreams of other lands. Once, when she attempted to escape from Murate she was caught by the guards and once again was forced to endure her punishment and yet this time, it had been a solid week that they had kept her tied in the quarters of the guards close to the castle and had also been where she had conceived her lost child. She had been beaten, battered, and pulled to their beds night after night and on the last night when she had bled and the word had spread that she had been pregnant and none wanting the blood of a dead child on their hands, they had set her free. She bit her tongue, grit her teeth and lifted her chin against the bitter memories and instead, she continued and though she still harbors a tough as steel attitude, she harbors a fear within her heart, a fear that remains for trying to escape once again.
Over the years, she has become aware of the raids of the Grellon and while she holds a secret wish, a hope that one day they would discover her, one day they would take her with them, she has yet to taste her freedom and instead, she helps them to retrieve as many children as possible for the sweet and innocent souls she believes deserve freedom far more than herself, a poisoned young woman weathered and used by the Murate guards for surely if they knew, they would not want to take her anyways. With bitter sorrow in her heart she once again bites the dust and simply moves on, a robot in a town of wicked men and an ugly landscape. A town with a wicked and sour King and miserable souls. She presses on, fearless and stubborn as she refuses to let much get her down and to this day she pressed on, ever busy and ever working hard to earn her meals each day for she hardly ever eats a thing from the garden of which she grows for the hungry bellies of the orphans that she discovers sprinkled around Murate.
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Items/Pets:
This woman has lived her life with a lack of a friend. Once her parents died, she was alone. To this day, the only thing that she obtains is a cat named Lucifer. An ebony Maine Coone cat that lives in her home and travels with her just about everywhere, more or less like a dog and of whom she adores.[/font][/size]
Other:
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