Age: 19
Race: Alchemist
Appearance:
She has snow-white hair with red eyes. Her skin is very pale, almost white itself, only a shade or two darker than her hair. She normally wears a blue and orange form-fitting dress with a slit up the side to her hip, with puffed-up shoulders with golden swords embroidered into them. The sleeves on the dress fit snug on her arms, with a turned out flap on her hands. She wears a white cloth choker with a necklace with a golden sword on it, matching the shoulders. Under the dress, she wear mid-thigh length stockings, held up by a garter belt. Her outfit as a whole looked to be a uniform of some sort. As an added touch, she wears a cute, orange bow in her hair. She also wears mid-calf height, black-leather boots with a two-inch stiletto heels, making her taller than she already was, standing at 6'1" with her heels. She's always carrying around a book, with only a symbol on the front which is similar to the sword patterns throughout the rest of her outfit. She seems to have a very slender build, broad shoulders, a relatively large bust, and wide hips.
Personality: Overall, she gives off a very innocent vibe. She's always very nervous around strangers, and even people she knows sometimes. She always has a blush on her face, and even more so when she's embarrassed. More with be reveal throughout the roleplay.
Equipment: She carries a book with her everywhere she goes with a sword symbol on the front. At her hip, she has a small, barely foot-long, stiletto dagger. Aside from that, she seems to be unarmed.
Alchemic Abilities: Her major alchemical ability is her ability to mend skin using sediments from the ground. She cannot revive someone or replace lost blood, or mend a wound if it is too large or too deep. She can also force air and/or water into the ground to make dirt fly up into the faces of her enemies, or a ball of hard-packed mud if she uses water, as well. This can either, with the dirt, temporally blind someone or, with the mud, knock them unconscious for a long enough time for her to try and escape. (Proactive Alchemy. Proactive: Serving to prepare for, intervene in, or control an expected occurrence or situation, especially a negative or difficult one; anticipatory.)
History: She has completely forgotten her past, her mind's way of blocking out a traumatic event, her parents' death. She wandered the streets of a small town for a few nights afterwards before an old couple took her in to live with them. When they had asked where her parents where, she looked up at the old couple, and told them very bluntly, "I don't have parents. I don't think I even know what parents are." They both were shocked by her answer, but figure it was best to leave it be. They raised her from the age of 10 all the way up to the age of 17, when she first realized she could do alchemy. She thanked the old couple for the last 7 years of her life, then disappeared that night. She'd been gone for two years before she came back to say hello to her adoptive grandparents, but upon arriving, she found them, and the rest of there village, slaughtered, and the ones responsible for it were still there, burning down houses and stealing what they could. She let out a blood-curdling scream, then everything went blank. When she woke up, she was in the center of the burnt-down village, with the corpses of thugs and mercenaries all around her. She didn't remember what happened, but she knew it wasn't good. She ran from the village. As she ran, she tripped and stumbled down a hill, rolling down to the bottom, where she lay there beside the river, crying. "They're... They're dead..." she muttered to herself as tears rolled down her eyes. She stayed by the river over night before finally moving on, eventually walking into a larger town, her clothes torn and covered in mud, dirt, sweat, and blood. A kind, young woman took her in for a night and gave her a change of clothes, the same clothes she usually wears. "I hope you don't mind this... It's an old uniform from a church I once attended... Unfortunately, it's all I can spare." she smiled at her as she handed her the new dress. She happily changed into it, just glad to be in something warm and dry. "Thank you, Miss." she said as she bowed to the woman. She turned to leave, but was stopped by the husband, who handed her a stiletto dagger. "Take this, too. Something tells me a pretty young thing like you might need it." She smiled up at him, then nodded and attached it to her hip, then left. She didn't know where she was going, just so long as it was away from all of this.