<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Personal Information</span><br/></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Gil Button<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Stout Halfling<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Tomboy (Female)<br/><strong>Orientation/Sexuality:</strong>"It's Complicated" - Gil's never been with anyone except her own hands, unless you count the people she peeps on (and who would?). Probably best-described as "bi-curious;" she "likes boys," but in her time<em>being</em>a boy, she's developed an admiration for and curiosity about women as well.<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>General Description:</strong>Gil stands at three-foot eight and has a whip-thin build. Big hazel eyes with an odd hint of yellow peer from under a fringe of messy-cut short brown hair, with a constant little smirk on plump lips and freckled cheeks. Dressed in piecemeal clothing, or a suit of well-battered leather armor when it's time to throw down. Always has a knife somewhere, and has a fuzzy pet mouse named Snibbler somewhere else. Usually dirty or dusty, and easily mistaken for a boy; this is intentional. Underneath the clothing, and with her chest unwrapped, Gil is pretty clearly Gilly though, with small breasts and definite, if slender curves to her hips. Suffers acute frecklebutt.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Role Play Centered Information</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Class:</strong>Fighter<br/><strong>Level:</strong>3<br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Chaotic Good<br/><strong>Character Sheet:</strong>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1548422<br/><strong>Additional Information:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">History</span></span><br/><strong>Family:</strong>Gil is an orphan, and life hasn't really allowed her anyone to get close to. She takes it upon herself to keep an eye on the other underfoot gamine though; not in a matronly way, but more in a tough older brother way. Including kicking<em>them</em>in the butt sometimes. Tends to offer some trust to other halflings.<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Gil is an Emon native, specifically the upper slums.<br/><strong>A little about personality:</strong>Gil is a little standoffish and distrustful towards most; she<em>wants</em>to trust, she<em>wants</em>friends, but it's been a hard time for her. She tends to assume anyone who's nice to her wants something; and the sort of somethings they have wanted in the past is part of why she's taken to presenting herself as male - and also always having a blade on hand. Some would call her paranoid, she calls it watchfulness. Sometimes over-exaggerates her "masculinity" into a corner; she's tagged along to a few brothels with zero idea of the "then what" part (usually ends up just conversing with the lady. Maybe playing cards.) She has a genuine love of animals, which is generally not returned except by her mouse, who's getting old; animals spurning her upsets her more than people doing it, by far. For the most part, worships the Everlight, though maybe isn't exactly the<em>most</em>devout. Acts tougher than she really is, but sometimes the bluff works; is really a salty crunchy shell around a soft creamy nougat filling. Wants to prove to herself and others - mostly herself - that she's actually a good person who can be more than a guttersnipe.<em>REALLY</em>wants to ride a skyship. Might settle for a sea-ship.<em>Miiiight</em>have criminal connections, maybe, perchance... Is not very good with alcohol (especially since it's always served in human-sized portions in Emon.) Doesn't think it's okay to cry but is sometimes a hypocrite on the matter.<br/><strong>General Life Story:</strong>Gil doesn't remember her parents very clearly, and has no idea what happened to them. She does have a token from her mother that she has kept all this time, and thinks it might mean her mother was a wizard of some sort. Rather than a loving home, she grew up in the alleyways of the Upper Slums, scrabbling for what she could alongside the other gamine and Raccoons Of Exceptional Girth (REOG's, we call 'em.) It's a rough city in general; rougher for a halfling orphan of course, but, as Gilly discovered, easier if you're a boy. So she became Gil. Gilly cried in alleyways behind trash bins and when cats she tried to pet bit her; Gil was a rough-and-tumble guy who didn't need no stupid cat! Gilly missed her parents; Gil put his elbow in other boys' eyes and made his own family. Being Gil wasn't the greatest of course, but getting into fistfights and rock-tosses with the other guttersnipes was a lot better than what Gilly had seen happen to other girls in those alleyways. As the years passed, Gil got tough and though never strong, he was certainly able, and managed to carve out a little niche for "himself." Tooth and nail, fist and knife, it's a "known fact" that Gil Button of Salter Street can out-drink, out-fight, and out-fuck any other dude. Sometimes Gil pays someone else to spread these outrageous lies.