<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/>“The snow should allow me to follow the tracks beyond where you found her if you are interested in filling your claim, Messenger.”<br/><br/>The voice was a soft one.  Almost like a whisper truly, but a whisper that carried the force of someone used to being heard.  Pale eyes of blue peered at the people from the shadows of the interior.  Long ago she had produced the repeating rifle from her shoulder.  A loving hand stroked the stock of the weapon while she glanced out toward the snow fields.  Being inside did not suit her well.  To be inside meant that her position could more easily be fixed and her shots more easily predicted.  Still there was warmth here.<br/><br/>“I do not think she is simply a lost girl succumbed to the elements.  Something was out there near my cabin.  Something that made the animals silent.”<br/>