[b]Name: [/b]Zodiac (Actual name Catherine Romanov)

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Age: [/b]20

[b]Place of Origin:[/b] Minor, High Republic

[b]Appearance and Personality: [/b]

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Much of Zodiac’s, or Catherine Romanov’s, body is obscured by a heavy cloak that only comes off in a battle, and even then only if the battle calls for that extra bit of mobility, but even the heavy cloth can’t conceal the fact that she’s short, standing at exactly 150 centimeters with boots on, or her pale skin, quite literally white. What the cloak does conceal is her actual body. She is solidly built, with several years' mercenary work and traveling hardening her previously somewhat soft muscles. Her arms, legs, and body in general are clearly well muscled, but the muscle is not distinct, and is in fact somewhat difficult to notice, especially next to the ample curve of her figure, however the muscle and curve seem to compliment each other, rather than contrasting like one might expect. She has thick hair the color of dirty snow that stays almost permanently in a shortish ponytail pulled up tight against her head. Her eyes are a soft lavender color and are framed by the few strands of hair that aren’t pulled into the ponytail.

To say she is uncharismatic would be a gross understatement, the most she can usually manage in interaction with other sapient beings is to order a mug of beer and a plate of food. The wall that exists between her intelligent and surprisingly insightful brain and fumbling mouth with a mind of its own frustrates her to no end, and has pushed her away from much interaction, and towards her flutes and thoughts, though she finds speaking with Mechanids and some Djinn to be somewhat easier. She has several odd quirks that pop up from time to time, or at least they may seem that way to others.

[b]Class:[/b] Bone Singer/Mercenary
The Bone Singer has managed to make a living off of being absolutely insane in battle. Several years practice cleaving enemies -sometimes far larger than herself- in twain with her kriegsmesser and occasionally taking bones to make into musical instruments has left her skilled in combat, surprisingly strong for her apparent size, durable, and with ample knowledge of how to apply her intelligence in… unorthodox ways. The Bone Singer also carries bone flutes of varying sizes and origins, and is quite happy to play them anytime, anywhere; she may or may not be able to do strange and sometimes horrifying things by playing these flutes.

[b]Stats:[/b]
STR: 15
END: 11
INT: 16
WIS: 10
CHR: 6
AGI: 12
LCK: 10

[b]Background:
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Catherine Romanova was born to a single mother, who then died in childbirth. She doesn’t know how she survived her infancy, the ugly bastard child of a dead mother almost nobody had liked for reasons unknown to her. The town she was born into didn’t seem to hate her as they had her mother, and more or less took it upon themselves to keep her alive. She was given food and allowed to stay in the small one room house her mother had occupied, and for the most part was left alone to her own devices. Few spoke to her, and though they didn’t necessarily dislike her, there was no source of affection in her life, and she never learned how to truly speak and communicate with other humans. One of her few comforts was the rather impressive amount of books that the house had, and after teaching herself to read and write, she read every single book she had exhaustively.

In the years that followed the house became surrounded by plants, she never bothered pulling saplings out of the ground to keep the way clear, and those plants had some… curious ornaments. Every single animal she’d ever eaten, she’d saved the bones from to make strange instruments, wind chimes, and hollowed tubes that played haunting music whenever the wind blew through them. Visits from townspeople became less and less frequent, and had one gone near the house, the haunting tune of the bones in the trees could be heard, but what sounded like music played by a human could’ve also been heard coming from the building.

One day one of the townspeople took it upon himself to visit the strange building, and, upon finding it empty, examined its interior. It seemed normal, though there was no sight of the items he remembered hearing that the house contained. On a table in the center was a note, covered in dust and telling how the occupant -Catherine- had set out with everything of value to go do… something.

She wandered for a year or so, doing odd jobs and occasionally introducing bandits to the business end of the kriegsmesser she had inherited. Her skill with making and using her bone flutes only grew, and she had on occasion managed a truly terrifying effect, but those were in the minority compared to simply bisecting things with the messer.

 But nothing much in the way of fortune came her way, which was the main reason she had set out. Oh there was the occasional bag of gold, but it was never enough. She heard of opportunity in Thanadan, packed her gear, and hit the road, intending to pass through Nifu on the way to the city.