Description
Mayella is thin and fair-skinned, with light-brown hair that contains tints of red and blond. At her full height shes stands to be 5`6, and due to her lack of fat weighs in at a meager 120. Her eyes, observant and incessantly calculating, are a bright chestnut brown which in the natural sunlight flash bright orange. Sprinkled across her small, upturned nose, and almost unnoticeable to the unseeking eye, are freckles that are but a few shades darker than her own skin. Her body is modest, without much to flaunt besides her smooth curves. She is not particularly over-endowed in all the right places, but likes to believe that she is attractive. Her extraordinarily pretty face, though, makes up for what is only 'average' about her figure.
Personality
Physically, Mayella will fail. Her feet will only carry her so quickly away from danger, and if it comes to defending herself, her own strength will most likely not prevail. She is not one to approach a challenge that is terribly physically demanding, and it is often true that she needs help in such situations. However, what Mayella lacks in physique, she has gained in wit. Although she is slower in a footrace, she's faster in her mind.
People like Mayella are often overlooked in society. They are not the most prominent in the eye's of the masses because of they do not possess certain qualities like physical strength or a list of victories. These kinds of people, though, always tend to show strength in a different form - character. Mayella possesses things such as honor and dignity, and strives for justice and truth. It is not often that she will lie, and when she does, she suffers the misfortune of a guilty concious.
Equipment
N/A - Characters are meant to be flexible and played in multiple settings and story lines.
History
N/A - Characters are meant to be flexible and played in multiple settings and story lines.
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."