<div class="floatleft">(http://media.moddb.com/images/groups/1/6/5425/sexy-russian-army-babe-uniform.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Professions:</strong>Ranger / Rifleman<br/><strong>Damage Capacity</strong><br/><em>Physique:</em>5<br/><em>Agility:</em>4<br/><em>Intellect:</em>3<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>15<br/><strong>ARM:</strong>0<br/><strong>Feat Points:</strong>3<br/><hr/><br/>Asinya was not one to linger where the job had been done.  Silent as death she moved away from the old man while he struggled to close the gate.  There were no pleasantries exchanged or assistance offered just one moment she was there and the next she moved along the snow covered streets.  There was no point in the stalk now, no true purpose in making her steps silent.  Habits were hard to break though and so she walked with a quiet air to her.  Snow did not crunch under her light steps and there would be few steps to follow as she stepped unconsciously where other tracks already marred the roadway.  A shift of her shoulders gave the only sound, a simple slap of the butt to her side so as not to startle the small group at the Church.<br/><br/>“This place does not approve of outsiders.”<br/><br/>The words were matter-of-fact.  Darkness eased away from her while she continued her march forward as if releasing a favored daughter.  Against her back the rifle protruded, seemingly too large for the slender woman that held the item.  Yet the badge of a Widowmaker gleamed wickedly from atop her fur lined hat.  Red like blood and shaped like a tear the symbol was one of honor but also a signal of danger.  Despite her small stature, Asinya had ended many lives before tonight and judging from the bodies of those she found living on her father’s land she had no problem continuing.<br/><br/>“You do well to remove her from this town.”<br/>