Name: Daxelle<br/>Race: Goblin (Female)<br/>Age: 23<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Dalaran! It was the city of opportunities. Shining. Shimmering. Splendid.<br/><br/>But beneath the streets, in the darkness of the Underbelly, was where Dax preferred to venture. She strode boldly foward, wearing not much more than a tight-fitting top, pants and boots. Unarmed, minus her fists. She so did love her fists. Her reddish hair was tied back, leaving only the shadow of bangs to mask half her face. The curves of her body were noticeable at a distance, hips and ass and breasts all clearly feminine, off-setting her toned, lean muscle, built up over years of training.<br/><br/>What mischief could she get herself into? She did not know, but that did not matter to her. She would find it, regardless. Her first stop was the bar, to poke her head around to see what was going on. And then? Well, she would go where the sewer's current took her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>