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Despite a life lived under the boughs of the southern Black Shroud, Lumoh doesn't come off as particularly rugged. On her back oft rests a shortbow rarely used, and on her face oft rests a smile that rarely wavers. After a crippling injury put an old life behind her, the woman's focus shifted- Life had always been about survival, but now, it has to be more than tooth-and-claw.She blames her daughter for most of her softness- For all of the kind words, and the laughter, and the teases passed to friend and stranger alike. The girl herself is as bright as starlight, so her mother says- A brightness worth living a new life for.

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Key Traits:
Good-Humored | Hard-Working | A Little Overfamilar | Cynical, in truth | Restless | Cruel

Old Hunters...

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Born of a small, starving tribe deep in the Twelveswood, it wasn't long until Lumoh opted to rely on desperate measures to ensure her survival. The birth of her daughter did little to help matters- If anything, it made the woman all the more vicious.A long life of poaching and thieving was cut short by a crippling injury, and though it was a miracle she survived at all, it left her want of the means to live her life as she once did. Lacking allies and long since cast from her home, Lumoh had no option but to defang and declaw (and pray she'd go unnoticed by lawmen and unsavory types alike).

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...New Tricks

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The newly-softened woman was quick to take up a far less deadly trade, giving up her traps and poisons in favor of needle and thread. She's always made her own clothes anyways- At least she'd get gil for it now.The tailor has taken to wandering through the smaller villages of the Twelveswood with her young daughter, selling her wares and spreading her name with a certain sort of infectious charm that could only be honed through a life of dangerous dealings. It's a quieter life, sure, but maybe that's for the best.