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Unlike most of the girls of your age you didn’t have parents, you didn’t have a pretty house or even a surname that identified you, the only thing you had was you, yourself and you alone, no one to call father or mother , brother nor sister, less aunt or uncle, no one to refer as family. Yes, this was your life, the life of a stray orphan that had passed all her days in the streets of all Italy, from Sicilia to Siena, and today arriving for the first time to the republic of Florence, and you were planning on heading north still. Maybe most of the people could say that your life was a sad one, but honestly you enjoyed it as much as

Introduction of Character Name: Kirke (Bird) Areleous (Golden,gilded) Age: 24 Gender: Female Nickname(s): None Alias(es): Francesca Romani, Callisto Bellomi Time Period: Renaissance Birth Date: July 1st 1473 Death Date: December 1538 Occupation: Hired Murdered/Mercenary Affiliation(s): Neutral The Character’s Appearance Appearance:  Kirke is an average Greek woman of her age, her skin tone is a very light brown, she has the typical Greek nose, a shoulder length curled black hair that she usually ties in a ponytail leaving some locks lose, her eyes are large and from a grayish blue tonality. She’s got plenty

When you saw that man you wondered where was he going, he looked Young but something was not right in his appearance, you made visual contact for a brief second, his eyes were kind but sad and really old, curiosity became stronger than common sense in that moment and without any hesitation you followed the man for a while but lost his track after turning a corner, and it was then when you realized how far you were from home, you looked around seeing only abandoned and half destructed houses, one of them had a statue in the roof, it was an angel weeping, you walked closer to that house but noises from behind attracted your attention making you

*** I feel warm... A beautiful warmth that I could just stay in for hours. Unwillingly sitting up I look around. I was in a very comfortable bed but I was too lazy to identify the material. I was placed  under a (f/c) fleece blanket. There was a new outfit at the foot of the bed, and a large mirror in the corner. The room I was in was large and wooden and very nicely decorated. I pull the blanket off and place my clawed feet on the wooden floor. I look down. All my wounds were patched up but the clothes I was in were in ruins. Taking the outfit I began to change, freeing my clothes from the scabs they bound to. I placed a hand to the back of