Name: Rila Stanis
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Somewhat thin and un-muscled, at least compared to someone who is built for combat. She doesn’t have the build of someone who has been training themselves to fight, and instead is much more akin to that of a messenger: someone who can run and move around quickly. The amount of time she's spent outside in her life has left her skin at a bit darker hue than the average person, as well.
The lack of real fighting in her life has left her without disfigurements, although she has only grown to a measly 5’3”. Her hair is reddish-brown and relatively long, although it is always tied back in some way so that it does not obscure her vision. Her eyes almost match her hair, losing the red tinge in favor of just brown.
Attire/Armour: Rather simply-made leather reinforcement, barely enough to really be considered armor. It is very light and not very strong. Under it she just wears common, nondescript clothing, all of it worn but not raggedy.
Weapon(s): Old, yet well-maintained, heavy crossbow that is unremarkable save for a few words carved into the handle. They read, “We face our sorrow so the future does not”. She also carries two small knives, although these are more for utility than combat.
Magic: Skinshifting: has the ability to turn herself into a small red squirrel.
History: In truth, Rila’s past is quite unremarkable. None of her family had taken the time to train themselves to use any of the magic deemed acceptable, and none of them were particularly abnormal either. She was only unique in the fact that she was born with extraordinary spacial awareness, and this was balanced out itself by an overall lack of physical strength.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
10-Nov-2019 19:55:07
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Inferi