<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/I364BKW.jpg)</div><strong>Mila (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1832433), the Neutral Good Moogle Musket Master (Gunslinger)</strong><br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>Standing barely over three feet Mila is a little tall for a moogle. Her fur is mostly a light beige all over. Atop her head, she has ears that perk up a few extra inches. They're each capped with small tufts of darker, almost brown, fur. A similar color is found near the ends of her arms and her hands. She has a lithe frame and digits that allow for fine manipulation. Her lightly colored eyes blend into the beige of her skin. A small red pom-pom hangs, perked up, above her head. She has a cute smile and an upturned nose. Sprouting from her back are decently sized purple wings that allow for clumsy flight.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/>Mila is always ready to go. She's usually the first to jump head first into any opportunity, risky or not. Her chipper attitude and positive outlook make her easy to get along with. She has a mostly dependable character, and she's usually keen to help a friend in need. She's always looking for a challenge.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong><br/>Mila was never one for the peace of a normal occupation. After being raised among numerous brothers and sisters in a safe village devoid of excitement, Mila vowed to take up an exciting occupation. She heard of a not-too-far gunsmith that was taking apprentices. She packed up her meager belongings and headed off to learn something interesting. Along with gunsmithing came gun shooting, and with that killing things. At first small pests that bothered townfolk, but her loud methods weren't totally appreciated and she decided she'd be better off hunting bigger game if her methods were going to be so spectacular. As she became more and more practiced she began hunting more and more dangerous prey. Once the initial hype of hunting died down she decided that she needed to find a group of like-minded hunters to keep things interesting. She couldn't let her personality go to waste wandering forests her whole life.