Personality
Bitter-- Arya hates everything about her history. She hates Riften, she hates Grelod, she hates her parents. She hates everyone. Her horrible past has mate her horribly bitter for such a young woman, disliking anyone that crosses her, even once.

Stubborn-- Arya will stick to what she knows. It takes a lot to change her mind about anything, and even then she'll still think that she's right and you're wrong.

Hateful-- Her past has made Arya a bitter and horrible person. She will judge someone immediately, from the moment she meets them, before she has given them a chance to actually speak.

Cold-- Arya is not a friendly person. She gives anyone new she meets the cold shoulder. It takes a lot of work to melt away the cold exterior, because she puts up this barrier to prevent anyone getting close to her and hurting her.

History
Arya was not born as Arya. Her mother did not give her a name. At birth she was abandoned in Riften. Her mother was a bar wench, her father was a thief. She had no home from the moment she was born. Arya was not loved. She was not born from Mara's blessing. She was born out of lust, from a union that meant nothing to either her mother or her father.

Arya was raised by Grelod the Kind, though kind was never an appropriate word for that witch. She was cruel not only to Arya, but to all the other children in the orphanage. Grelod called Arya cruel names. Arya never had a name then. She was just known as Girl. Being abandoned and too young to know her own name, that was what she was. She grew to resent everyone but the other children, but even then, they hated her too. They laughed and pointed fun at her, called her names. Arya often considered taking on one of those names as her own, but knew they were too cruel for her.

The torment continued until she was eleven. Then she got sick of Grelod and her orphanage and Arya ran away.. She got sick of Riften. Thieves came to her, saying that no one would suspect a cute little girl sneaking up and stealing their purse. Arya always pushed them away, telling them she would never sink to that level. She would never be a thief, even if her life depended on it.

Arya tried to avoid Grelod. But she caught her and dragged her back by her long brown hair. The kids threw things at Arya, saying she running away had made Grelod meaner. She was meaner. She beat Arya with a broom, locked her in the basement. It was there that she found the dagger. There she cut herhair short. Arya didn't want to play nice anymore. She wasn't a nice pretty little girl. Arya was a fighter.

Arya was fourteen when she ran away again. Most of the children who had been mean to her had left already, reaching age for Grelod to kick them out. She left of her own accord with nothing but the clothes on her back, a simple iron dagger, and a bag of bread and apples. She turned to running errands in Riften, to earn a few bits of gold. When she had enough, Arya paid the carriageman to take her away from Riften. That was when she started using the name Arya.

He dropped her off in Whiterun, At first, she slept in the streets, or the backyard of someone's home. Hay piles became her favourite sleeping places. She got into trouble once or twice; people blamed Arya for eggs and bread and other things going missing. She spent some time in the Dragonsreach dungeon before someone picked her up; a smith. They knew of Arya's plight, and they knew she needed someone to look after her.

Arya started to train under them, learning the trade. She also learned how to enchant, and to fight. She was almost glad her mother gave her up; she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her.

Character Name.
Arya

Age.
Seventeen

Race.
Nord

Sexuality.
I hate everyone Hetero

Faction, Army, or Allegiance.
None

Occupation.
Trainee Smith

Werewolf or Vampire.
N/A

Major Skills.
Smithing
Sneak
Light Armour
One Handed
Speech
Enchantment

Weapons, Armor, and Belongings.
Armour: Leader Armour; Leather Boots; Leather Gauntlets; Leather Helmet;Amulet of Smithing
Weapons; Iron Sword; Iron Dagger; Woodcutter's Axe