Is it too late to join? If not, I have this profile skeleton worked out:

[hider=Militsa Forne][center][h1][color=a187be][b]Militsa Forne[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[color=a187be][b]Name:[/b][/color][indent]Militsa Forne[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]Age:[/b][/color][indent]42[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]Race:[/b][/color][indent]Human[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]HP:[/b][/color][indent]❇❇❇[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]SP:[/b][/color][indent]❇❇❇[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]Job:[/b][/color][indent]4; former vocalist, mother, victim of poverty, and prostitute, she is a reservoir of numerous oral traditions, a trait apt for a bard of recondite lore.[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]Magical Affinity:[/b][/color][indent]3; fire, usually manipulated at night around the camp's bonfire to summon scenes to accompany her tales.[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]Curse:[/b][/color][indent]3; craycray, she carries the curse of Shpenthis and can learn 'skills' from ingesting the flesh of other beings.[/indent]

[color=a187be][b]Appearance[/b][/color][indent]A perhaps below-average woman in all aspects of beauty, height, and weight, her long red hair has lost its luster whereas her green eyes and pale skin retain their soft glow.[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]Personality[/b][/color][indent]Soft spoken but independent, she at times can be headstrong and at others dispel an unnecessary conflict with a few well-placed words.[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]Background[/b][/color][indent]Formerly of Pioneer’s Breath, where as a young woman she sang sultry operas, marriage ended her career. Years and several children later, the Behemoth ended her family. Alone and heart-broken after that cruel incursion into her life, she took to the road, earning her keep telling stories, selling her body, and stealing when in dire need for warmth and sustenance. The journey hardened her mind as surely as it calloused her flesh. Eventually, she made her way to the City of Light, there hoping she might find some rest. She did, in the cell of a dungeon.[/indent]
[color=a187be][b]Coping Mechanism[/b][/color][indent]Always pale and wan, her curse increases the severity of her condition, subjecting her to permanent anemia. It waxes and wanes in conjunction with her sanity points, from an almost normal constitution to severe fatigue. To compensate for her iron deficiency, she is often compelled to drink blood, usually of wild animals.[/indent][/hider]