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| − | |'''Sylvr'''
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| − | |[[The Raging St. Mae]]
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| − | |'''Rank:'''
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| − | |[[Cleric]]
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| − | |+ '''Guilds'''
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| − | | [[Hospice]] Member - Chief surgeon
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| − | | [[Clerics Guild]] Member - Sister
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| − | | [[Assassin's Guild]]
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| − | ==Noted Favors and Awards==
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| − | '''2006'''
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| − | Rummy for getting vendor support at Faire
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| − | Captain Hawk- silver leaf- for taking care of her feline.
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| − | Captain Moon- for helping clean.
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| − | Madam Cricket- for helping clean.
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| − | Commodore Amon- for helping move.
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| − | == Biography==
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| − | Questions to answer:
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| − | 1) What is ur full name and how did u get it?
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| − | a. Quiksylvr d’Lamina….Italian…means “she of the quicksilver blade”, which in my case really refers to a rose’s color and my blade lust. Friends call me “sylvr”. That name was gifted me by Lady Erickson…an artist who might claim royalty in her patronage, gifted in exchange for a kindness. Was nameless and homeless before then, and walked the earth in shadow.
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| − | 2) How did u become a rogue? .
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| − | Was taking a walk through the shire a little earlier than was my want. Heard the distinctive sound of sword fighting. Crept closer to investigate. Two men, both excellent swordsmen, were fighting to the shouts and cheers of more than a dozen pirates. I concealed myself but was spotted by one of the female pirates who beckoned for me to join the group. Join the group, I did, both that night and every night after, ‘til what passed for home & family was found.
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| − | 3) Why do u go masked?
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| − | Some time ago, my blood brother was killed. There is a hole left in my heart. Masking my face makes masking that pain easier. A thing begun in mourning fit well enough to be continued.
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