Name: Victoria Whitwell<br/>Race: Forsaken<br/>Age: N/A, but she became forsaken at 21 of age.<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Attire: A White swashbuckler shirt, though this one covers her tummy, but the sleeves have been ripped off. Down the middle of the shirt it's unbottomed, giving space for her breasts, and revealing half of them, though not her nipples. She wears a brown old bowler hat, with a white lily tugged into a small hole in it. On her legs she dons a pair of very tight, black leather pants and a pair of knee high boots.<br/>Apperance: Even though she is undead, her skin is very well kept, with few flaws. There are a few scars from battle here and there, and the skin colour is greyish/white. Her face is slim, with her eyebrows being thin. Her lips are lucious with black lip stick on it. The tongue though isn't her own, but a large snakes tongue. Her breasts are of normal size, and the small nipples are pierced. Her ass is a small, tight one that sways slightly from side to side as she walks. Her hair is very short, and light brown/white, which she hides under the hat.<br/>On each side of her hips, is a flintlocke pistol holsted.<br/><br/>Victoria came through the door into the tavern, and emmediatly spotted the whole scene. She raised her right eyebrow at the people before letting out a small chuckle. She proceeded through the tavern, ignoring everyone as she walked towards a empty chair. She sat down on it, sliding her ass in first onto the chair, and leaned against the table. Her legs were lazily spread, while she waited to be served, In boredom, she chewed softly on a finger, while smiling for herself as she observed the people in the tavern.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>