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Lenni Pyrys



Brief Description:
Fey looks, expensive but tasteful clothes, smoker’s voice.

Lenni's a gnome, three feet tall. Her features look delicate, but she doesn't flinch at the taste of prison wine.
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Personality:
Lenni is a career criminal. She acts extremely friendly and guileless to potential marks, cool and relaxed to fellow inmates who seem worth her respect. She gets bubbly and excitable when she sees an angle she can exploit. When she sees nothing to gain, she expresses bone-deep weariness and cynicism. She easily flips between on and off. She chalks elaborate escape plans on the wall of her cell, and erases her whole plan in despair each time she spots a flaw.
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Brief History:
Lenni’s parents were briefly wealthy. Just long enough for her to get used to it. Bad luck and bad decisions put her family in grinding poverty for the rest of her childhood. She begged for food, worked dangerous jobs off the books, learned to swipe unguarded valuables.

Lenni began to show sparks of magical talent. This felt like her family’s early wealth to her – something wonderful that might get snatched away at any moment. She hid her skills, practiced carefully, tried not to take spells for granted. But being able to ensorcel someone into paying you double is very, very tempting. With the aid of magic, she started to pull off deeds she had dreamed of but hadn’t dared to attempt.

She got ambitious.
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Lenni set up a fake trade deal, impersonating an arms merchant from the mainland. If she’d pulled it off, she would have sailed away with a yacht full of gold before her charms, illusions, and web of forged paperwork fell apart.

She was reluctant to let too many other criminals in on her scheme. So, she didn’t have the time and manpower to hide every detail that needed to be hidden. So, while she was busy sweet-talking Talingarde’s top customs inspector, no one was available to distract a junior inspector. That junior inspector noticed that a crate of “shining armor, for Talingarde’s noble knights” was mostly full of rusty scrap.