Your only hope for fame and fortune, and to escape the life of a commoner, was to become an adventurer. Guided by your goals and dreams, you have set off in search of adventure. Only to fail again and again, you now live in poverty and desperation doing whatever stranger's whim for quick coin. Relatively plain and dull of wit, you still manage to survive by the kindness (or cruelty) of strangers.
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Born to peasants and sold into servitude at a young age, the eastern youth has trained her body in basic combat. Usually sporting dark, snug fitted clothing, Aia operates as a rather naive mercenary and less than convincing spy.

Short and slender, Aia flaunts a tanned and oiled body that moves with nimble grace if not necessarily elegant. Her large, almond shaped eyes were neutral and inexpressive until the sight of coin brought a gleam to the black pools of her irises.
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A tight fitted collar around her neck marked her with bold golden plates spelling the name of her handler, marking her as a working girl for the Ruby Rose even when out of her "uniform".

DC 20 Lore to recognize.