Full Name: Srici, she chooses not to use her family name to avoid assosciation.
Nicknames: Ri, as her brother always called her.
Date of Birth: She does not wish to divulge the specifics, though it was warm, the trees were in blossom, and the birds sang.
Age: 16
Race: Ayr'Dal
Gender: Female
Hair: A light fiery shade of red.
Skin: Tanned if not a bit on the light side.
Eyes: A moss green.
Height: 5'4\" tall
Weight: 110lbs.

Place of residence: She has just wandered her way across the continents to Freeport, and has taken a room in the Beggar's Court.
Place of Birth: She was born in a small farming community in the outskirts of Qeynos.
Known Relatives: None that any would know.
Religion/Philosophy: She was raised to worship no god, and has not learned much about any, since their recent return it is hard to avoid conversation at times concerning them,b ut she has no desire currently to accept any as her own. She is too young and fresh to really have any personal philosophy of note, but is guided by her own concious.

Occupation: She has not yet decided how she will make a living here, being on her own, and rather naieve, perhaps the hope that some of her songs can earn her coin. ((Dirge))
Group/Guild affiliation: None
Guild Rank: None
Enemies: None

Likes: Srici loves the outdoors, spending time with the trees and animals, the sounds of nature bring her a great amount of comfort. On the opposite end of the spectrum, she loves to also watch others, remaining quiet herself, and sometimes just sits and listens to the hustle and bustle of the surrounding environment, whatever it may be.
Favorite Foods: Muffins. She loves them, and did not often get to have them.
Favorite Drinks: Milk
Favorite Colors: She loves the colors of the earth, and one color she would not dare to mention, the color of the night, and the protection it can offer.
Weapons of Choice: Her brother's dagger.
Dislikes: Being forced to interact with others, told what to do, she still has that child like temper at times.
Hobbies: She writes songs and poetry.

Physical Features: She is clearly young. Her hair is often a mess, though you can tell that she does try to keep it tamed. Her eyes roam the room she is in, and if you get close enough, you can see oh so many freckles adorning her skin.
Special Abilities: None
Positive Personality Traits: She is loyal for the most part, often times happy and positive, she is very eager to help others.
Negative Personality Traits: Her loyalty is what drove her from her home, she is naieve, ignorant of the ways of the world, she can sometimes have a temper, and is too trusting of others. She is easily persuaded to think certain ways, she has a low self worth.
Misc. Quirks: It appears she might bite her nails. Most traits are still in development since she is so young.

Theme Songs: None yet

History: ((The full details of Srici's life are still being fleshed out, but here are the basics))
Srici was born in the hills surrounding Qeynos to a farmer and his wife. She had an older brother, Drin, two years older than her. She worked the land with her family, doing the things her parents bid her to, being a rather obedieant daughter. She was however always quiet for the most part, choosing to watch instead of interact, listen instead of speak, except when with her brother. Her brother was her world, and her comfort. Sadly, one day when they were swimming in the river, her brother was caught on a submerged branch, and drowned. She blames herself, blames herself for taking away her parents only son, her brother, and curses herself for not being strong enough to help save him. Her fears and constant tormenting thoughts drove her from the safety of her home, across the lands to Freeport. She is young, naieve, and alone, and has no idea what she has gotten herself into, except that she hopes that she can some how, here, escape the thoughts and nightmares that plague her, and once again find herself and happiness.

Lyssa would go on to write in her journal:

This girl is going to be a star. I could smell it right away that her background was Qeynosian... so much like myself in that way. But she has an exquisite talent and an eagerness to please. I offered her the opportunity to allow me to manage her business as well as the opportunity to become my personal assistant until she finds her feet. Because Im certain that once she does find her feet, this young lady will soar. And I hope to be among her wings in that climb.

She seems afraid of something, or someone. Terrible thing for someone so young.

Nice girl, in a hell-hole of a life. I admit I been too hard on her, and part a me wishes I wasn't. But, that's life, and if she wants more waffly friends, she kin run ta Qeynos and hide there. I try and take care of her, but sometimes, I end up hurting 'er more than helping, but I think she likes that too. Didn't realize her age for a while, so now there's this kinda odd thing between us. Don't see her enough, always missin each other. Still, anyone messes with her, and I'll kick their ass.

She sang beautifully the first time that I met her, but she seemed fragile and delicate. I wonder if her time in Freeport has changed that at all. It would be a pity to see such a exquisite flower to be so easily crushed by the callous streets.