Gender: 1
Race: Human
Height: 6'
Age: 25-ish
Family: disowned
Animals: none
Weapons: [see description]

Personality: Solitary, not very social. Quick to anger, and resorts to violence whenever possible. Some may say she has a little bit of an 'anger problem' and she has been none to go beserk. She's a huge sucker for little kids. She is always nervous around elves, because of her past [see below].

Appearance: Tall and very fit, she is very muscular. She sports a large Falchion (very big sword, see picture), which she usally carries or puts on her back. Other than her Blade, she is - in one word: Decked. She sports a short-sword on her left hip, a small, throwing axe on her right. She has a couple of knives on her arms and in her boot. She has a cresent moon tatoo on her right cheek from her time with the wood elves. Her hair is dark, and braided in the way of her people: the nomadic tribesmen of the East (cornrows). Her eyes are a brilliant grean, though dark and misterious. When she is angry, they can change from icy blue to blood red.

History:

Like her name implies, she is lost. Very much so. She spent much of her life with the elves, but they didn’t … mesh with her. She was too diferent from them. She learned a smattering of elvish, and can carry on a conversation, though she doesn’t much like to talk.
Her past is smattered with dissapointment, and she is doing her best to put that behind her. If you can actually get it out of her, she was ‘disowned’ when she wouldn’t marry someone in her Tribe, and so fled to the elves in Mirkwood. She stayed with them for maybe five years, and got in a fight with one of them, in which the elf died. Ever since she has been running, and entirely lost.

Her name: In Quenya it means: “Lost” or “Lost One” and she uses it whenever she’s in need of a name. She chose it for herself after her time with the elves. Ussually, though, she doesn’t give her name, for with her people, it is the greatest dishonor to be without a name, and thus without a family.

Bloodrage: It would be prudent to mention what exactly is her ‘Blookrage’. It is, in short, a rage in which she becomes incredibly strong and nimble. Unfortunately her vision becomes limited and the portion of her brain whose job it is to think shuts off and she can do things she wouldn’t otherwise do.

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