A Maid with a mind for gossip
Age: 21 Year Born: 1202 A.D. Height: 5’4" Weight: 136 lb’s Gender: Female
Warping Score: 0
Loyal -1, Avaricious +1. Carefree -1
==Dodge- Init +1, Atk n/a, Def +3, Dam n/a
Fist- Init +1, Atk +3, Def +3, Dam +0
Kick- Init +0, Atk +3, Def +2, Dam +3
Dagger- Init +1, Attack +5, Def +3, Dam +3
Fatigue Levels: Ok, 0, -1, -3, -5, Unconscious
Wound Penalties:-1(1-5), -3(6-10), -5(11-15), Incapacitated(16-20), Dead(21)
Devonshire Lore 1, Athletics 1, Awareness 2(4 xp), Bargain 2, Brawl 2, Carouse 3, Charm 2, Chirurgy 2, Etiquette 1, Folk Ken 2(14 xp), Guile 2, Intrigue 2(6 xp), English 5, Norman French 3, Profession:Washerwoman 3(16 xp), Stealth 2, Swim 1
Typically a brown woollen dress, a bracelet of blueish beeds, a slender dagger in the folds of her apron, along with a small purse containing a few errant pennies and a lucky rabbits foot.
Like many others over the years, Ashely was orphaned by war and famine. She ended up a camp follower of one of the many roaving armies of the late baronial wars. By the time she was a teenager she had already learned how to well cope with soldiers, and how to garner a life of survival. In this she is a consumate survivor. Learning that knowledge is power, and how to use her talents to her best advantage.
She latched on to Thomas soon after she started with the Company. At first simply because he was a kind man who didn’t beat her and treated her well. This grew into a sense of mutual respect and admiration and they have since been married. Unlike her husband she is a cautious woman, who wants to believe that they have come to a better life, but hard years fo skepticism dont’ vanish over-night.