<strong>Name:</strong>Fox's Most Beautiful Daughter<strong>Passion:</strong>Vengeance<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Frost<strong>Skills:</strong>Brawl(X) Quickness(X) Firearms(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.(X) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>10(10)[5]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>1(6)<br/><hr/><br/>Standing under the endless expanse of sky, and in fields that went as far as the eye could see, Fox felt more than a little bit nervous.  She did as Draken asked, not talking to the Harvester while she held her weapon in one hand, scanning around for any signs of miscreants about.  "Draken?"  She sounded scared, standing behind the huge armored figure as if she were a child standing behind a parent.  "Is that okay?  He's not going to hurt us, is he?"  Reapers were never something you trifled with.