[b]Name:[/b] Thaler. [b]Age:[/b] 40 years. (appears early-mid thirties) [b]Occupation:[/b] None at present. [b]Race:[/b] Daywalker. [b]Gender:[/b] Female. [b]Appearance:[/b] [hider= Contains pictures for those who want a better idea] [img=http://files.abovetopsecret.com/files/img/sy50cdff73jpeg] - Her eyes and face. [img=http://www1.artflakes.com/artwork/products/255150/poster/e7149ed4a12b2af6dbdb78f7643f21fe.jpg] -Body type and skin tone also quite like how she holds herself currently. [/hider] Standing at no more than five feet and four inches she is a dainty looking thing though considered an oddity if not a ‘freak’ in the places she visits. It’s not hard to tell she is utterly blind by her eyes, which she usually keeps covered in towns and cities, the purest shade of opal white from corner to corner, devoid of pupil, iris or any other identifying feature. Her somewhat alien look was not helped any by the fact she had little pigmentation in her skin, leaving her pale with slightly blue hued lips similar to that of a corpse and short, chin length white hair that often was slightly disheveled and wispy. Due to a run of bad luck currently she is wearing an over sized coat, shirt and skirt as well as her own boots. She owns a sword cane, currently without its sheathe made by a talented and clearly loving hand from folded metals with a wooden handle that is worn with wear, unlike the blade. It is kept ‘safe’ by a cloth wrapping making it much slower than usual to draw and hard to put away again. [b]Skills:[/b] [i]Sword dancer[/i]- Light, rapier style weapons are her forte, she handles them well and with aplomb to the point few aren’t left doubting her true level of blindness. She is dexterous enough to pull of what may be impossible for both larger people and weapons. [i]The Voice[/i]- True words are dangerous things and she has to be careful, while she has a ‘corrupted’ form of these words they are incredibly draining and can, with practise, be resisted or shrugged off easily. She can not (or as yet to try) words that can kill as despite her reputation she tries hard not to be a killer, though single worded commands that put her subject in no immediate danger are usually irresistible the first time. [i]Sight beyond sight[/i]- A gift, or a curse, she can ‘see’ but in no human way, the echo’s and vibrations of the world project brief and distorted images, allowing her to move around with some ease. The louder something is the more ‘pulses’ are sent and the images become almost overwhelming if she tries to concentrate which is why she prefers the quiet or rooftops. In quiet areas (woods and the like) she has a low resonance ‘click’ sound she makes with her tongue which helps her identify objects and what they’re made of. [b]Notes:[/b] -Lost her father from age and her mother to murder. -Joined a bandit camp and ‘crushed’ on their leader. -Bandit camp were all slaughtered by a mercenary group who adopted her. -Spent time with the mercenary group but doesn’t speak of what happened with them. -Went solo and became a thief/acquirer of interesting things and settled down in a small village. -Ran into the rag tag group at the ruins of a church. -Quit being a thief at the request of said group. -Recently has found out the voice in her head is Rilon and agreed to become his champion. -Recently had to betray Rilon and watch her friends get brutalized and two gods duked it out in her head/on a battlefield. -Currently in a mental/emotional limbo.