Name: Sassenach (Crimson Rain Warheit)
Age: 18
Species: Elf
Special Abilities: Harmonixer and Priestess
Weapon(s): Bow, Moon Stone Dirk, Holy Book of Scripture and Spells.
Magic(s): She isn't that much of a Priestess and often uses such things she might of learned about it to her advantage. From getting a place to stay or saying there is a great evil in their home that she would be willing to exorsist for them, she does it all. But when it comes down to it, she is often rather good at it and when needed found to be the one with the open heart willing to offer her help for not the sake of her own being.
Basic Personality: She is ofter quite and not to intent on giving her trust so quickly. She has been hurt throughout her life so many times she shadows herself away. Though aches for love she fears her soul doesn't deserve. She is strong willed though and very much gentle, yet poor beyond belief. Which often makes her take advantage of others and her powers for a place to rest and food to fill her body so that she might endure another day.
Occupation: Master Pick Pocket and Conner (A simple Priestess when her powers are needed for the good, though most only know her by this role. The others that find their money bags and walets missing know her by the other. ^.^)
Title: Wanderer, Outlander
An angel was soaked to the core from the rain overhead. Many of her own kind called her 'The Peacemaker', but friends referred to her as 'Hope.' Hope ran a hand through her sensibly short brown and gave a smile to various people as she trudged in the shop.
Coming upon the counter, she took a seat delicately on one of the many seats before she removed her white cloak. Humming a tune she gazed at the door waiting for her sister.