"By the blood of innocents, by the breath we breathe
I march to the cadence of tender heartbeats.
What greater purpose than to extend a hand? Share a gift?
Ensure that life can and will continue in spite of the odds?
"Yet forces are at work to combat my efforts and others. It matters not.
I will continue to fight. My hands will callous and sweat will bead with my toils.
I run to the sound of mournful cries, forever running to the rescue.
I've not lost one yet. The only thing I believe I have lost is myself..."
She's the unwilling accomplice of a band of renegade thieves, a group of men who keep her for the abilities that she has. They treat her well enough, keeping her safe, provided that she obeys. They've come to Wing City for a new hunting ground, though it may be that they have bitten off more than they can chew.
Abilities: She's an herbalist, a healer of both physical and magical capabilities. She can create poultices and poisons, balms and gases so potent it's said they can melt the eyes.
Her thieving family taught her how to defend herself. The men taught her with sword and knife, and the women with charm. The gypsy girl practices both well.
Delicately, she practices telekinesis, a well-kept secret from anyone who has known her.
Regularly, she practices falconry. Her lovely pet is named Kels.