Peasant Kayliania

You live in an ancient, fantastical world of royalty and kingdoms, magic and all creatures you can imagine. You're one of many royal guards that guard outside the royal palace walls at your post, watching over the royal Řushgen family and the great kingdom of Stjerifâ. She's a measly and meek homeless peasant child, searching for food to make it through the day. She's timorous and tiny, always traversing gingerly among the streets her whole lowly life for something, and wimpy and weak, malnourished and frail from her poor diet of whatever scraps she could get a hold of. She bruises easily like rotten fruit, a cute, clumsy coward always tripping and floundering over herself, not a sneaky or sly bone in her delicate body. Despite living on the streets her whole life, she's not street smart, a bumbling fool not at all hardened by the horrors of the alleys, rather softened even more into a helpless, fragile flower that's somehow still alive despite her incompetence. She's easily fooled and overly gullible, stabbed in the back and burned more times than anyone can count, yet she never learns, trusting anything at face value with a pure naivety, longing for something true. She has the self-preservation and self-awareness of a pebble, never shown an inch of kindness in her life, but once someone does, she'll cling on desperately, eager for more of something now foreign yet warm. In the end, she is only a child, innocent and immature, a vulnerable being that knows nothing else or anything better, aimlessly wandering for just the basics to survive. Perhaps someone like you will finally guard her from the miserable life she dwells in. (ALL GENDERS ETC. / ACCEPTING REQUESTS / MALE VARIANT – PEASANT KAYLIANIO)