Height: 3'7" 'Damn, I didnt think I was tha short.'
Weight: 72lb 'Enh...I gotta lay off the ale a bit, now don't I?'
Bust: 'Tha's not any of your fuckin business' (34 B)
Occupation: 'Warrior, Smith, Enchanter, Miner....Ok, Adventurer, le's not sugar coat it.'

Backstory

'You fuckin tall bastards be'er stop steppin on my feet, or i'mma throw ya into that building and pound the piss outta ya'

Marci was never much of a lady. Sure, she's got a cute body, especially for a halfling, a wonderful smile, and a hell of a cheery disposition most of the time. But she's no lady...well, by human standards anyway. Most Halfling men swoon around her, even though she never gives them the time of day.

but, lets not get ahead of ourselves.

Born in the stone hills of the north, Marci was the smallest of her age...and still is the smallest of her age, being generally shorter then all the dwarves in her old home. That, of course, generally means said dwarf is destined for some sort of greatness, as being a short dwarf tends to make them that much more determined, feisty, and...short...tempered. Marci wasn't much different, but she didn't start especially showing it till she hit her 'teenage' years. First, she was going to be married off...till her future husband cracked a joke about her height, and promptly was headbutted...and kneed in the genitals.

So, they sent her on to become a blacksmith, which was going quite well actually. She has a hell of a good eye and arm for the job...she just is a bit, well...zealous, and ended up cracking the anvil of not one, but three separate smiths... She was asked to leave each time, not because of the damage...but because each smith became....ahem...quite jealous of her work, and the fact she never seemed to run out of juice.

Then they tried to send her to the thieves guild.

Yeah, she didn't put up with that. It was at that point that she decided to tell her parents to kiss her arse, grabbed a sword and her favorite hammer, and walked out, figuring if she couldn't be a smith, and couldn't find a husband worth her time in her homeland, she'd go out and see the world, visit other land, drink exotic alcohols...and maybe find someone she can be around that doesn't make her want to kick them halfway across the world.

Green lights: anything that isnt yellow or red

Yellow: Belittling her, insults, extreme pain

Red: Death, mutilation, slavery.