Character in a sentence: Althea is a twenty-three-year-old healer who is as yet completley oblivious to the Rogue and came to stay at the Inn because it's one of the few she can afford and she has no permanent house.
Personality: She's rather timid most of the time and acts like it doesn't matter to her whether they spend the afternoon doing A or B, even if she wants A but thinks that the other person wants B. Does that make any sense? Even when she's mad at someone, she still treats them the same way, though inwardly she's shooting all sorts of scathing comments their way. If she gets mad enough, some of those comments come out, but she usually keeps herself under control. The longer she knows a person, however, the more likely she is to say something rude to them. She's definitly the sort of person to bottle up her disapointments until she's so full of them she bursts into tears when someone mentions that the sky is blue, but this happens rarely.
Gift: She's trained as a healer but not very strong and only good for minor cuts and scrapes. Simple fractures, maybe, on a good day when she's had a lot of rest lately. Her gift color is greeny-grey.
History: She's spent the whole of her life moving from inn to inn and out again when the innkeepers get tired of looking at her after a few weeks or shunt her off in favor of visiting friends or higher-paying guests. Up until about eight years ago, she had been traveling with her mother, who died of a fever.
Appearance: She has medium-length brownish blondish hair blue eyes and is a bit too thin. She has rather fine features under the dirt and might have been sort of pretty, if she had led a richer life-style. She has a blobby, shapeless birthmark on her back, near her left hip, and a permanant bruisemark on her right wrist as a result of the advances of a drunk man when she was sixteen. She usually wears typical skirts and blouses.
Most treasured posession: A tarnished silver ring with a flower on it that her mother gave to her before she died.
Weaknesses: She's a bit vain despite everything, and always insists on wearing "proper" skirts even though they always trip her up, and on combing her hair twice a day, every day, with the rough wooden comb she found left in an inn room once. Her other weakness is the ring, which she's always paranoid about dropping in a gutter or something. And if she ever lost it, she would be utterly useless for anything else.
Strengths: She's clearly determined, or else she wouldn't be here today. She's good at staying unnoticed and is one of those people who just blends into the background.
Weapons and fighting skills: She can use her knife to defend herself if she has to, but is timid about using it and would rather be killed herself than kill anybody else with it.
