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01-30-14, 03:55 PM
Ezra Lei
Age: 23
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 113 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Occupation: Warrior, defender of the Lei name
Personality:
Ezra does not seek out the company of others but does not shy away when approached. She is open and honest. She is kind and will go out of her way to help those she cares about. Her calm disposition in the worst of situations gives her an air of wisdom. She prefers to listen and watch rather than involve herself needlessly in situations.
Appearance:
Her long black hair always somewhat in her face, falls to her waist line. She has bright emotion filled eyes set into a small round face that gives her a small sense of beauty. Her olive skin remains unscarred despite the many trails she has faced. She dresses conservatively, dawning black tights and a simple green shirt. Her black combat boots are her only indication of the warrior within her
History
The cool summer night was beautiful in the forest. The full moon illuminated the forest floor and reflected of the nearby lake. However, there was no time to appreciate this beauty. There was too much to do.
Running quickly through the woods, she knew she was close. She held the satchel close to her breast. Too much blood and too many lives were lost over this secret. Ezra had finally recovered it, however, and was eager to make it back to camp.
An arrow nicked her ear and landed heavily into the tree ahead of her. She was under attack! She darted to the left, not willing to lead the attacker to the only safe haven she had left. She darted side to side as arrows whizzed by her only narrowly missing her time and time again.
I don’t think I will be able to get away this time. I can’t let anyone get this though. Too much rests on the secrecy of this. I have to destroy it. There is no other way.
The horse stopped as the soldier pulled on the reigns. He dismounted and drew his sword. He knew she stopped, but where?
“I know you are here Ezra. There is no need to hide anymore. Your entire family has been killed over the parcel in your possession. So why don’t you give it over to me? Why let your entire family name be destroyed?”
Ezra walked up about ten feet from the soldier. His back was to her as he tried to lure her out. She took the satchel the held the blood of her family in the pages of its contents.
“I will not let the Lei name be destroyed by the likes of you. Every generation slaughtered. And for what? Power? No. It stops now.” The soldier whipped around. Ezra was standing there. Everything that he wanted was just lying there before her feet. Her held her hand out. Her palm downwards, facing the bag. Before he could react, it was in flames.
“No!” he screamed and ran towards her, weapon drawn. Erza fell onto the ground. She looked up to see the man standing over her. He held the weapon over her throat.
She blacked out as she watched the sword fall to the ground, and the figure walked away.
Skills:
Herbologist: Can identify and use any plant, making poultices to fit her needs
Hunter: Adapt to killing and hunting to survive in the wilderness
Abilities:
Magic: Able to shoot fire, cantaloup-size, out of her hand in small bursts up to five feet,and influence fire around her
Clarvoyance: Able to detect the souls of any creature within a five meter radius
Speed: Able to run around 30 mph. She can substain this for 100 yds. Her long distance speed is 15 mph.
Equiptment:
Mortar and pestle
Iron sword about 3 feet long
leather drawstring bag
two identical changes of clothes
Age: 23
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 113 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Occupation: Warrior, defender of the Lei name
Personality:
Ezra does not seek out the company of others but does not shy away when approached. She is open and honest. She is kind and will go out of her way to help those she cares about. Her calm disposition in the worst of situations gives her an air of wisdom. She prefers to listen and watch rather than involve herself needlessly in situations.
Appearance:
Her long black hair always somewhat in her face, falls to her waist line. She has bright emotion filled eyes set into a small round face that gives her a small sense of beauty. Her olive skin remains unscarred despite the many trails she has faced. She dresses conservatively, dawning black tights and a simple green shirt. Her black combat boots are her only indication of the warrior within her
History
The cool summer night was beautiful in the forest. The full moon illuminated the forest floor and reflected of the nearby lake. However, there was no time to appreciate this beauty. There was too much to do.
Running quickly through the woods, she knew she was close. She held the satchel close to her breast. Too much blood and too many lives were lost over this secret. Ezra had finally recovered it, however, and was eager to make it back to camp.
An arrow nicked her ear and landed heavily into the tree ahead of her. She was under attack! She darted to the left, not willing to lead the attacker to the only safe haven she had left. She darted side to side as arrows whizzed by her only narrowly missing her time and time again.
I don’t think I will be able to get away this time. I can’t let anyone get this though. Too much rests on the secrecy of this. I have to destroy it. There is no other way.
The horse stopped as the soldier pulled on the reigns. He dismounted and drew his sword. He knew she stopped, but where?
“I know you are here Ezra. There is no need to hide anymore. Your entire family has been killed over the parcel in your possession. So why don’t you give it over to me? Why let your entire family name be destroyed?”
Ezra walked up about ten feet from the soldier. His back was to her as he tried to lure her out. She took the satchel the held the blood of her family in the pages of its contents.
“I will not let the Lei name be destroyed by the likes of you. Every generation slaughtered. And for what? Power? No. It stops now.” The soldier whipped around. Ezra was standing there. Everything that he wanted was just lying there before her feet. Her held her hand out. Her palm downwards, facing the bag. Before he could react, it was in flames.
“No!” he screamed and ran towards her, weapon drawn. Erza fell onto the ground. She looked up to see the man standing over her. He held the weapon over her throat.
She blacked out as she watched the sword fall to the ground, and the figure walked away.
Skills:
Herbologist: Can identify and use any plant, making poultices to fit her needs
Hunter: Adapt to killing and hunting to survive in the wilderness
Abilities:
Magic: Able to shoot fire, cantaloup-size, out of her hand in small bursts up to five feet,and influence fire around her
Clarvoyance: Able to detect the souls of any creature within a five meter radius
Speed: Able to run around 30 mph. She can substain this for 100 yds. Her long distance speed is 15 mph.
Equiptment:
Mortar and pestle
Iron sword about 3 feet long
leather drawstring bag
two identical changes of clothes