[b]Name:[/b] Ein Finch

[b]Race:[/b] Jackalope - disguised as a human

[b]Apparent Age:[/b] 20

[b]Actual Age:[/b] She isn't quite sure, but she guesses somewhere around 200 or so years old.

[b]Appearance: [/b]
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[b]Profession:[/b] Florist / artist

[b]Possessions:[/b] 
	- an impressive collection of art supplies, mostly including pencils, brushes, and paints.
	- an old, silver saber. 

[b]Skills/Magic/Talents:[/b]
	- Advanced senses: [i]Ein has an exceptional sense of hearing and smell, as well as keen reflexes and a surprising amount of agility and 	stamina, though she isn't too terribly strong, so it is mostly reserved for running.[/i]
	- Electrical Manipulation: [i]Ein is able to generate a small amount of electrical shock. Its enough to stun a normal human, maybe even kill them if she tried, but anything further becomes too taxing on her body, so she avoids overdoing it.[/i]
	- Longevity: [i]Jackalope age very slowly. One hundred years could pass and it'd merely feel like a decade or so for her.[/i]
	- Swordplay: [i]Ein is half decent with a saber, though she can't entirely remember where she learned the skill from.[/i]
	- The arts: [i]Ein has a good eye for aesthetics and is incredibly creative. Most practiced with pencils or paints-- prefers doing landscapes.[/i]

[b]Demeanour:[/b]
	Ein is a reserved and calm person, rarely displaying her inner emotions and leans more on the cautious and independent side. She has a keen eye for detail, and isn't easily fooled or persuaded by others. Despite her more distrusting side, she often acts kindly and almost motherly towards others, and prefers to keep herself and those she is fond of out of direct conflict. Surprisingly, she has an oddly dark sense of humor, and can act quite playful if shes comfortable enough with someone. 

[b]History:[/b] 
Ein cant entirely remember when she became trapped in a human form, or even how exactly it happened to her. All she can really remember are a few vague memories of her life before and the undeniable feeling that this form is not her own. Despite being sure she wasn't originally human, she often doubts the foggy images in her head and the validity that they hold over her past existence. Since finding herself like this, she's taken up the quiet life of a artists and florist, residing in a small cottage located in the forests near the coast. It isn't too far from town, where she often travels to sell bouquets and assorted paintings. Though she spends most of her days reading history books or creating art in peace, she sometimes finds herself searching restlessly for clues to her past, unsettled by the blankness that blankets her memories.