Valerian Dalma<br/>Age: 20<br/>Height/Build: 5' 4", slim and slender--slightly top heavy hourglass figure.<br/>Description: Fair pale skin, an oval shaped face, lovely almond shaped forest green eyes, and a set of light pink sharp lips.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Valerian walked slowly back from her Father's shop draped in a black traveling cloak with her hand instinctively placed upon her short sword. While she trailed deeper into though, how was she and her love were to speak with her Father that night during the dinner that her parents had invited him to join. As she walked past the gypsy encampment her sharp eyes spotted a strange man.<br/><br/>She withdrew her sword walked carefully behind the man, once she drew closer, she placed the tip of her sword in the middle of his back, "Whatever you're about to take, don't. Stealing from the locals here will present you with an ill fate, the elder woman of the caravan's tend to curse objects in those trunks. My Father and I have been repairing some of their weapons." She paused as she lowered her sword slightly, "Turn 'round, slowly. Do you need money? Is that why you have lowered yourself to a life of thievery?"