<div class="floatleft">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/Fantasy/0f370093-b0e5-4917-9872-cd95e7738cc2_zps0ab711fb.jpg?t=1375938621)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Callie Del Noire</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=627889)</strong><br/>Human Rogue (Cayden Cailen)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>8<strong>AC:</strong>15/13/12<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>Perception + 4<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Healthy<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=627889)<br/><hr/><br/>Callie slapped at her well worn shoes, gifts from her father upon her departure, and sighed as she looked around. It was a long way from being at the Suratov estates in the capital. At least here though, she reminded herself, she didn't have to hear her cousins laugh as her misbegot status or watch her grandfather play at the game that he wasn't her grandfather while making her do things for the family standing. He was apparently indifferent to her departure, though her father hinted that he was both displeased and pleased at her independence.<br/><br/>"Good bread would be welcome after three days on the road. I don't suppose you have wee dram of something suitable to drink with it?" She said charmingly. "I'm .. Callie Del Noire." she said the stutter where normally her title would have been barely registering in her accented common.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>