Babbitt

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  Name: Babbitt.
  Nickname(s): None.
  Clan: Mac Aodh (meaning: son/daughter of Aodh [fire]).
  Gender: Genderqueer. Biologically female; she frequently poses as male.
  Race: Halfling.
  Age: Truly, around twenty-something years. Maybe thirty. Who's countin'? Or, a better question, still: who's askin'?!
  Day of Birth: January the first.
  Place of Birth: Scottish Highlands. Strong accent.
  Marital Status: Uninterested, and with no known attachments.
  Orientation: No real preference, and no real interest in love--at all. Emotions are complicated and painful and frustrating.
  Availability: Very disinterested; quick to withdraw emotionally if she feels that romantic advances are being made.
  Occupation: None in particular. Babbitt is a collector of odds and ends, an archer, mischief-maker and nomad.
  Smoking Habits: Occasionally puffs at her father's pipe.
  Drinking Habits: The halfling's become a bit of an ale connoisseur, but Gods, is she a rowdy drunkard.

• Physical Details.

  Height: 4' 2"
  Weight: Not much. Not much at all. The majority of her weight can be attributed to her wings and what muscle mass she does possess.
  Wings: About seven and a half feet from wingtip to wingtip, hollowed bones make them considerably easy for the little one to manipulate. Avian in construction, they bear a striking resemblance to the wings of a barn owl.
  Flight Capable? Yes. After a spurt of growth that recently saw the halfling in throes of shoulder pain by night and cold weather the wings are no longer undersized, her flight patterns no longer still clumsy and quite mediocre. She's something of an amateur short-range aerialist and frequents high places.
  Physique: Having grown into the stout, limber body of a very short androgyne the halfling still has little to no curvature to boast about, possessing tiny, tiny mounds for breasts and hardly a bum to speak of. She is feminine in the sense that she lacks any sort of angles. Soft but strong, long colt limbs lined with smooth, lean muscle.
  Attire: Poet shirt with the neckline cut away just so in the back to free her wings. Small leather trousers with front laces, pant reaching the knee and side-laced there. Feet are bare, protected by their calloused soles and body is seemingly free of accessories but for a burgundy bandana tucked away somewhere on her person, sometimes tied around her forehead or arm; tomahawk saddled at her hip, bow and quiver of arrows nestled between wings.
  Distinguishing Physical Features: Pointed ears, wings.
  Scent: Spices, saltwater or rain-soaked earth.
  Skin Color: Tanned, with her cheeks and eartips faintly rosy from the sun, but the bridge of her nose is almost constantly red and peeling. Splattered with freckles all over her cheeks and shoulders.
  Hair Color: Reddish brown.
  Style: Loose, scruffy, tangled windblown curls. Jaw-length, boyish.
  Eye Color: Fresh apple green.
  Dominant Hand: Neither hand for writing, but for doing anything else she favors her left hand.
  Current Health: 100%
  Injuries: None.
  Vision: 20/20, keen as a blade's freshly sharpened edge.