| Non-Player Character
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| Annah
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| Planescape: Torment
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| Class:
| Fighter/Thief
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| Race:
| Tiefling
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| Gender:
| Female
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| Alignment:
| Chaotic Neutral
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| Attributes
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| Strength:
| 14
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| Dexterity:
| 18
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| Constitution:
| 16
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| Intelligence:
| 12
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| Wisdom:
| 10
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| Charisma:
| 13
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| Party information
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| Romanceable:
| No
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| Personal quests:
| ...
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Aye, now what yeh be wantin' to know about me for? Are yeh jest bored? It's not some grand tale, it isn't, so if yeh're expecting some epic yeh'd best go rattle yer bone-box at someone else, jig?
I seen the way yeh look at me tail -- if it'll keep yeh're eyes to yerself, then I'll tell yeh where it came from: it's a blessing from me Grand Da... or me Grand Ma, whichever o' them was the fiend. I'm a tiefling, so I am, with just enough of the demon blood in me to sprout this tail outta me back. That blood trickled its way from me Grand Ma n' Grand Da to me... after passing through me own Ma an Da, whoever they were.
Pharod? Me Da? Ha! Ol' stutter-crutch isn't me Da -- not me real one anyway. He just fostered me, he did, dragged me outta the Hive and brought inta his stable.
Don't get him wrong by thinkin' he had a kind bone in his body... he wasn't shedding no tear for me bein' an orphan -- he just needed someone to scarp deaders off the streets of the Hive, an' I'm small enough so I can get inta places his other boys can't. Plus, most of the gullies in his pack are wee boys with the fear in 'em, so I end up finding most of the deaders in places they're too ascared to look. The Dusties pay a nice bit of copper for the deadies I bring 'em, and Pharod don't take so much off the top that it leaves me a beggar, so he's not so bad, I spose.
Enough of yer questions. Now I got some things to say ta YEH, I do.
I seen the way yeh act, an' yeh need to be told some things if we're goin' to be travelin' together... first -- don't go flappin' your bone-box and locking eyes with everyone yeh meet. That's a sure street to trouble, it is. An' don't be takin' no one's name in vain or yeh'll be attracting the worst sort of attention, and right quick, too.
An' one last thing. Don't be thinkin' yeh can treat me like a cobblestone, neither -- yeh start doin' that, an' I'll take these blades an' carve yeh, I will.
Me blades? Aye, these dags are mine. I like these punch dags, I do -- yeh can keep yer axes n' hammers n' clubs -- these dags are more me style. Yeh just behave yerself, an' yeh won't be wearing 'em, aye?
Faction: The Indeps (The Free League)
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