<span style="font-weight: bold">Basic Information</span><br/>Name: Willow Windgate<br/>Age: 16<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Sex: Female<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>Physiological Evaluation:</span><br/>General personality: Willow is a very happy go lucky person and it seems to work for her. She is prone to spontaneity rather than planning and careful actions. This sometimes leads to her being in a pot of hot water. Her quick wit and cunning though usually find her safely out of a situation. Willow is decently charismatic but by no means a great orator. Still it is enough to bluff or negotiate with if the situation arises. While it is hard to upset Willow there are certain things she can not stand. The first being confided spaces. Fear and nervousness sets in when she can touch two opposing walls at the same time. Full blown panic emerges when space is limited to almost touching her. The second fear seems to be commitment. While she develops attachment to people, she refuses to be held back by them. Anything deeper than friendship she hesitates greatly to offer. Willow fears that such a commitment would bring an end to the freedom she cherishes. She also fears that such relationships would limit her ability to experience new things.  Oddly enough she does not fear death greatly. She does not purposely seek it, but would not hesitate to face it at a chance for knowledge or freedom.<br/><br/>Disorders: OCD<br/>Desires: Freedom, Knowledge<br/>Fears: Confined spaces, Commitment<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Background</span><br/>General: Willow had a fairly normal up bringing. She had all the proper training for a woman of her class. She was well educated in the ways of science, art and literature, along with edict  and protocol. Of course she did not take to it at all, and the fact her that her brother was being taught interesting things like horsemanship and  sword work.  Her brother was being groomed for a position of leadership in Rodeline government while she was just going to be married off. Willow eventually ran away form her family and disappeared into the streets. Along the way she picked up bits and pieces of burglary, but never had a true master.  She always proved to be clever enough, lucky enough or skilled enough to have food and a place to stay. Life in the real world was harder for her, but she enjoyed the  adventure and danger of it all. Willow would never go back to her old life, she would die first.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Birth place</span>: Rodeline<br/>Living relatives: Mother and Father, and one younger bother.<br/>Socioeconomic status: Upper Ruling<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Physical</span><br/>Pic Url:<a class="postlink" href="http://scriptkittie.deviantart.com/art/Vagabond-193368496?q=boost%3Apopular%20theif%20girl&amp;qo=373">http://scriptkittie.deviantart.com/art/Vagabond-193368496?q=boost%3Apopular%20theif%20girl&amp;qo=373</a><br/><br/>General Description: Willow is average in height, standing about five and half feet. She is thin and wiry. She is not greatly endowed but is very pretty and well proportioned. There is a certain air of grace and control about her even when she is doing something strenuous. Her movements show a economy of  energy that waste no motions.  Willow is not threatening at all, even when she tries no one would fear her. In fact there is something about her that leads people to pity her or want to help her.<br/>Hair color: black<br/>Hair style: Cut short to about shoulder length<br/>Eye color: Blue<br/>Clothing style: Willow has no one set clothing style. She wears what she thinks would best fit the situation. Normally this is something of middle class style  and type.<br/><br/>Mis:<br/>Skills:Willow knows how to behave in various formal situations. Over the course of a year or so she had picked up good knowledge of various ways to acquire things that don't belong to her and how to get into the places she was not to suppose too.<br/>Special powers: Lucky<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>â€œDamn fucking ship, damn fucking seaâ€ Willow muttered trying to stay out the way of the other people running about on the deck. Her foul mood was made no better by the pounding head ache she had suffered form for the last few days. At first this ship had not seemed so bad, with the constant salt water breeze and  and the  shifting ocean. Willow had not suffered form a lot of the problems people had when they first traveled by ship.  The rocking motion of the ship did not upset her stomach, and she had no problem  adjusting to moving with the ship.  What did bother her was the crapped confinement below deck. That was pretty much the worst thing ever. It was like being in a wet and moldy casket that was constantly moving and packed with smelly corpses. Still that was better than other options there were out there. Like being put into a small jail and then actually put into coffin. Whether or not she would end up in a jail cell at the end of this depending on what kind of bounty was on her head in Krimos, that or if they figured out who she was.<br/><br/>That was in the future though and there was no telling what would happen between here and now. There was no use planning, life was by nature to unpredictable. Who would have guesses that she a person completely afraid of enclosed spaces would end up on a ship traveling the ocean. That was all due to a botched attempt at stealing a certain scroll  from the library in Arginia. Well botched might not be the right word. Willow got what she was after it was just the get away that had trouble. That is how she  came to be on such an unlikely place as a ocean bound ship. Stowing away on it proved to be the quickest and easiest method of escape.  Of course the captain did not take that kindly to finding a her and unfortunately that happened sooner than latter. For some reason she did not believe Willow about being a ship inspector searching for holes in the bottom of the ship. Not having holes in you ship seemed fairly important to Willow. Still Willow did count herself lucky that the captain did not have her locked up  in the brig. She had seen that and begged not to be left there. In exchange for her scroll and a promise not to cause trouble.<br/><br/>â€œSo how is the weather looking?â€ Willow ask walking up to the captain of the ship being slightly snide. It was not really the best option with her situation but she was in a foul mood. This was caused by a lack of food recently. She had managed to steal some food here and there but more often than not she went hungry. Willow did not do anything around the ship and as such she was not fed. It would be easier for her to just do something simple but she was not willing to admit defeat that easily. She viewed this as a temporary holding cell, and the people here more her enemyâ€™s than potential allies. That was probably a mistake on her part created by her situation, and she recognized the fact but it did not really alter her feelings concerning the matter. Again Willow realized that she was digging her own grave with her  behavior  and that if she endeared herself to the crew that they might not give her up to death. The problem was that she sincerely believed that she would get out of the situation by some fluke or stroke of luck long before it mattered. Why be friendly and nice when it was not really needed. Besides she would no doubt have to do some kind of manual labor on the ship if she were to go that route, and blatantly she had no interest in that. Sure learning to sail could be interesting at points but that was a lot of work involved there. No it was best to just idle around the ship and wait for fates inevitable twist.