Name: Anais
Race: Human
Appearance: [hider=not a picture][img=http://i.imgur.com/g4tCEKh.jpg?1][/hider]

Text of whatever: Anais crept quietly over the roof shingles in the middle class district of Gward Haeth, alone with her thoughts and the obscenely bright night stars and moon that didn't believe in being shrouded by the smog of the city. The sky was clear and the distant groans of a drunk in a nearby alley as he collapsed and fell asleep were all to familiar to the human girl. She had been smothered in mundane her entire life, nothing extraordinary happening in her life or in the lives of those around her. She had no skills obvious to her to speak of, despite the fact that she had trained in swords with her father from a young age simply because he didn't believe that his daughter should live the same boring life as everyone around them. He kept that ideology past her mother's death, when it was suddenly almost too difficult for him to be around the laughing, living reminder of his wife and convinced Anais to pack her bags and live the life she was meant to live. And she left her village and somehow made her way to the giant city of Gward Haeth with nothing to do and nowhere to go - and it was almost sad until she realized that she had finally broken the mold.