That's okay! I kind of looked for the picture first and then built the rest of the concept around the art, so for this game at least I'm going with big-gold-earring girl.
Edit: Here is her background, for those with time to kill and an inclination to read:[sblock]Born in the haberdasherie district of Korvosa to a Varisian mother of Riddleport descent, Girri learned the ways of the Korvosan streets at an early age: the best pick-pocketing is done in the temple district on worship-day morning, it's quicker to steal warm bread from the baker than to knead it by hand, men are fools for women, and trouble comes to those overly finicky about their next bed and meal. For folk who delight in ill-gotten gain, the chancery of life, and the occasional dabble in the occult, Korvosa is a lay-about's paradise.
Some 26 years ago--by the best estimate of Mother Crone of Bent Trace Futurities--Girri was given over to the Futurities shop by her mother in exchange for the caravan fee back to Riddleport. Since being fostered as a babe to the stoop-backed Mother Crone, Girri has served as shop dandy. Sweeping the floor, preparing the old Crone's gruel, polishing the seer's "reliquary" on display in the reading room, hawking for customers--such was Girri's life until last autumn. By saving the occasional tip dropped by a customer (gone unnoticed by the blind old lady) and honest street-thieving, Girri bought her freedom from Mother Crone and, leaving the Futurities shop on Bent Trace, set off for the Korvosan docks hoping to ply the tidbits of fate-telling she'd gleaned over the years.
Without a roof over her head, the winter got the better of Girri. Not adverse to a bit of firewater and friendly company, and most nights too poor to afford lodging, Girri took to overnighting in taprooms in the docks district. Drink, coupled with the chill of the Korvosan winter, laid heavily upon the girl. When at last she succumbed to Consumption, Girri struggled through the winter by garbing herself in flimsy silk scarves normally reserved for use by pick pockets and selling herself to dockworkers, sailors, porters, and taproom clientele for a place to sleep and a warm meal.
Weakened by sickness and haggard to the bone by the price of her "freedom," Girri survived her first Korvosan winter without the tutelage of Mother Crone and is determined that next winter she'll not be forced to suffer similar sickness and indignity. On the lookout for better pockets to pick and better friends, Girri is ripe for opportunity. And, besides, Pharasma has sent the most unusual dreams of late…
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Went to Star Trek club meeting, then mall, then Borders, then McDonald's and back home.
