[@Marshall]

Whoop, well, that took awhile but here ya go~

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Lia has a slender, lithe build though she has fairly well toned muscles on her frame. She has long, black hair typically tied into twintails with bright yellow eyes and typical pointed ears of her people. She normally wears airy, light weight clothing with long boots and short pants, with a belt holding various pouches of items and other things. Typically, her appearance is concealed under a simple cloak, making it difficult for someone to see anything other than her facial features. An odd blue colored gem seems to be embedded in her chest.

Her body, seems to always have stitches or other parts simply seemed to be sewed on.

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[h3][b] NAME [/b][/h3]
[indent]Primalia 
'Lia' will do nicely, however.[/indent]
[h3][b] RACE [/b][/h3]
[indent]Undead Elf.[/indent]
[h3][b] AGE [/b][/h3]
[indent]Physically, appears somewhere around early to mid twenties. She cannot comment on her actual age, though 'woke' around seven or eight years ago.[/indent]
[h3][b] CLASS [/b][/h3]
[indent]Assassin/Acrobat[/indent]
-Minor, self taught proficiency in Decay Magic. Nothing all that special, mind you and it is fairly exhausting for her to use in any capacity.

A: As long as a part of her body is connected to the Resurrection Runestone, she can live. Just sew an arm or severed limb back on and it'll be good to go....mostly.
B: Healing isn't that easy. She doesn't exactly heal wounds through natural means. She can do it, but it just happens much more slowly and being healed Via magic is the easiest way for her to do it. As of now, she has yet to really have any trouble with this.
C: She doesn't need to eat, drink, nor sleep. Though, she can enter a state similar to sleeping to pass time.
D: Has some odd...cravings every now and then

[h3][b] EQUIPMENT [/b][/h3]
[indent]-Needles and sewing equipment for 'Keeping it together'. Undead do not exactly heal well, even from minor scrapes.
-Various small knives hidden on her person, used for throwing. Incredibly sharp, and deadly if you get hit with one. With her nimble, dexterous hands and accuracy she can reliably hit someone in the head from quite a distance away even while moving.
-Two large curved Kukri, her main choice of physical combat. Sharp, sturdy, and effective for deflecting blows as well as stabby stabby things.[/indent]
[h3][b] BACKSTORY [/b][/h3]
[indent]Lia doesn't remember much about herself - not even her real name. Her first memories are of both pain and terror, smelling some noxious stench, and the sound of dripping water from a rusty pipe. Her second, is of the person who gave her her name. He was her 'father' or 'creator' as he called himself. The person who breathed life back into a corpse with a Runestone of Ressurection. Something he made himself, after many, many years of study and hours of labor. She, was to be the first of many of his creations, as well as a research tool into necromancy and undeath.

Unfortunately for him, he had no actual control over his creation.

Scared, confused, terrified, and perhaps more than a little unhinged, her third memory is of her she brutally murdered the mage in quite the horrific fashion. Having no knowledge of the outside world, herself, or anything else she remained in his lab, clueless as to what she should do or who she even was. Some months passed, and she managed to get a grip, so to speak. She had made herself a small home in the former lab, and was more or less comfortable and passed the time reading the mages old magic tomes and other books.

It was then, a small group of adventurers managed to find their way into the former lab - hearing rumors of not so morally correct research and other things, they were dispatched to take care of this mage. To their surprise, all they were met with was a terrified elf with an odd runestone implanted in her chest. Seeing the mages dead body and how exactly he died, they decided to take the elf with them for a bit of questioning as well as to find out who exactly she was.

For the next year, was about as happy as she ever had been. Understanding both what she was and that she had absolutely no knowledge of the outside world - she could hardly even speak in complete sentences. Plus, the value of the thing keeping her alive was enough for a number of people to want her head. They taught her to read, write, speak, and she learned to defend herself from this small band of adventurers. Unfortunately, greed brings out the worst in people more often than not and a trap and a betrayal later, from a man and former comrade by the name of Alastor, her friends were dead and once again, she was alone. She barely managed to escape from him, losing an arm and taking out one of his eyes in the process.

The next years, were rather hard. Aside from having to find a new arm that looked roughly similar to her old one and sewing it back on, she didn't have much else to go. Alastor would likely still want to get his mitts on her, and that would almost certainly end in death. So she left the adventurers guild, deciding to travel for a time. She bettered her skills, learning to control her body and acrobatics much better, as well as learning how to use magic in a much more proficient fashion. 

Unfortunately, she spent most of this time traveling alone. She was betrayed by someone she considered a friend once, and he killed her friends and almost her - all for some stupid stone. So she kept to herself as she traveled, deciding to wear a cloak to hide both her injuries as well as the stone that was keeping her alive. She had to kill more than a few people who were too greedy for their own good, and not sleeping or being able to relax for long periods simply became natural.

Years passed though, and she eventually decided she wanted to settle things with Alastor. Besides, money was scarce and tight, stealing and contract killing could only get one so far before things got out of hand. So she eventually made her way back to the guild. She isn't particularly looking forward to working with others, but if she has too...well, she suppose she might give them another shot.

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