<b>Name</b>Draev Maen<br/><b>Race</b>Troll<br/><b>Age</b>19<br/><b>Gender</b>Female<br/><br/><b>Attire</b><br/>Tight red cloth chestpiece un-buttoned, underneath was a loose white shirt, first two buttons undone. A small metal fan (as in fan of blades) around the neck. Belt, gold buckle, slightly slanted holding a flintlock pistol on each side. Loose, red, leather leggings that have various tears in them near the feet. Red boots (covering toes, yes covering toes on a Troll!), on the side having a hidden knife, about 2" long. On the back was a loosely strung sheathe, and obviously a sword in it. It was a crystal clear blue, with various ruins on the silver hilt.<br/><br/><b>Appearance</b>This young Troll stood at about say... 6'4" Rather short for her race and age, her hair was fixed up into a teal mo-hawk, loose strands of hair braided. Her face was roughly gaunt, showing the cheek bones. One eye had a scar across it slanted, (/) in a zigzag. This eye shew no color besides white, not even the pupil. Her other eye was a rich hazel, leaning more towards the brown. Her shoulders were broad and sturdy, showing she was strong. Her arms were as normal as any other troll. Her chest was<b><i>Huge</i></b>, so she liked to show it off. Her lower abdomen peeking out of the white under shirt slightly, showing her 'happy trail'. Her legs were most of her length and very muscly when not covered with the usual baggy shorts. Although not much to be said about her feet, she never took her boots off.<br/><br/>______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Draev came stumbling in through the door, an arrow currently in her stomach. Not lodged enough to kill her or do any real damage, but enough to knock her out with the toxins that were put inside of it. She was shivering heavily, putting her arm on anything she cam past as support. She muttered slightly to herself before falling to the ground, she put her hands out to stop her fall. Doing so she rolled over onto her back, stopping the arrow from going any deeper into her. Her eyes flickered close like a dim candle, obviously this Troll needed help. Reaching to the arrow she only got a finger onto it before she fainted, the poison that the arrow was tipped with wouldn't kill her.. Just knock her out cold like so, for only a moment her eyes flickered back open allowing her to speak. She was using much strength to do this.<br/><br/>"Ey' can anybody be helpin' dis Tro-"<br/><br/>Her eyes shut once more before she could speed through her sentence, she spoke rather fluent Common. At least if you consider the accent she did, who was this Troll? And who did she fuck with?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>