Name: RueRace: Half-elf
Age: 16
Height: 5 feet 4 inches
Weight: 108 pounds
Hair:
Eyes: Green
Face: cute, mischievous, with a bright twinkle in her eye.
Skin: pale/beige
Attitude: impossible optimist, loves everything, looks for the bright side in every situation and for the positive aspects in other people's lives. One biiiig ray of sunshine. Ahh! It burns!
Weapons: none
Armor: Cloak of Hecate and ring of the Morrigan
Skills: Incredible mage, loves casting 'pretty' spells that are destructive as they are beautiful. Prodigal botanist, as well, not very good with healing spells, but amazing when it comes to whipping up healing potions and ly poisons.
Weaknesses: fire, blunt brute force, easily distracted.
Class: Mage, apothecary
History: Rue was orphaned at a young age and left to fend for herself. The traumatic scenes she had witnessed from her childhood left her slightly insane, but also deeply philosophical. In her time alone, fending for herself in the ruins of her city, she was almost constantly overcome by crushing loneliness and isolation, but it was in that isolation that she came to an epiphany. If the world was everything, than it was nothing as well, and if it was both of these things, it had to be something. She befriended a strange voice she started hearing in her head, and called that voice "the world." As said before, she is...slightly insane.
Hobbies include: Cat's cradle, pretty things, reading books, and whipping up strange concoctions.
