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Full Name: Tylyn Amarou
Age: 19
Class(es): Rogue
Race: Human
Subrace:None
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Aragen
Domains (if cleric): None
Biography and Description:
Tylyn is a slim and unassuming redhead from the streets of Center. Born destitute, with an absent father, she grew up taught the ways of refinement and the sword by her mother, she never found out how her mother came by those skills.
Tylyn's fifth birthday is one she'll never forget. Her mother awoke her in the morning with a doll made from burlap scraps, and sent her off to play. Tylyn returned to find her house in flames, and her mother dead.
Frightened for her life, she took to the streets, learning the ways of the City Streets as time passed. Much to the chagrin of her erstwhile tutors, Tylyn turned out to have not only a strong respect for people, but a stubborn streak a mile wide. Rather than becomeing a ture thief (and an upstanding member of the Guild), she chose instead to go to work for the competition: The people whose valuables usually get stolen. This has made her a few friends on the law-abiding side of society, as well as a laundry-list of enemies after one of her reports makes it that much harder for the Guild to redistribute the wealth of others.
Her thought on the mattter is simple: She steals from those that hire her to steal their things, then goes back to the place (via the front door), and reports on the holes in the security.
Her small size and unassuming, laid back nature make her an ideal second-story burglar, and that's the way she likes it: the greater the risk, the better her personal reward. She has up until now rarely ever had to pull her sword, but with the heat on in Center, she will have to move on.
The summons to adventure comes the very night she makes ready to leave.
The supplication of Tylyn Amarou 
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