<strong>Elaine Valroux du Martise</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wQlXZv2p-hCXAl6WJ6ugeoL_TOukQ8x1byAPg0sX_lE/edit)<br/><br/>Elaine's tomboyish garb was a fashionable shade of pink with veritable white stripes to emphasize her willowy build.  The blond girl's cavalier's hat was pink as well, with a pristine white plume.  Her neckline was low, her generous bosom supported by a corset.  The pin of a swords-woman was over the young woman's left shoulder.  Rapier and main gosh at her hip.  She bore a heavy pack, but few nobles indeed could pack so light as to carry all their possessions themselves.  A letter was clutched lightly in her hands as she approached.  Her hat came off of her head as she dipped into a bow.  "Bonjur, musketeers.”  The beautiful girl was gifted with the sensual accent of Paix, her voice like a cherry dropping into brandy.  “My name is Elaine Valroux du Martise.  I bear a letter from my grandfather Sylvan Rois et Reines du Rogné, who vouches for my skill and character.  I seek to join your order.”<br/><br/>