<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Sresk.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sresk</span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2446598)<br/><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Skinwalker Monk/Bloodrager</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>52<br/><strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Sophia's words that day as she stood upon the boat had been grand, riling the Sept up and encouraging them for the trip to the Dark Continent. Plunder and Glory and Adventure all wrapped up in a way that boiled the blood and got the heart beating fast. The reality though was far different. Rude Awakening was ship named in truth as the open water was so very different from the plains and the dark swamp. Sresk knew she cheated a bit  but not even her scales could ward off the sting of the salt that came upon every spray or the burn of the sun that filled the sky during the day.<br/><br/>Slumped against her pack in an out of the way spot waiting on her turn to row she seemed smaller then normal, the gaze of her emerald eyes across the waves dull and lethargic. Having followed the others in only wearing a loincloth had left her skin an odd mixture of heavy tan coupled with the bright red of a sunburn, the mixture of colours almost swallowing the spiky tattoos crawling around her ankles and upper thighs, worked up her sides, and crossing her starting to peel shoulders. Drenched purple locks cling to her face as she leans forwards, one hand clenching and the corded muscles tensing.<br/><br/>She pauses as the drifting conversation catches her attention, tongue sliding across dry lips even as a rumbling laugh spills from her. "To hell with they that want us dead? Could get behind that." She slowly stands up, feet spread for balance as she sways with the rocking of the boat. Her flesh crawls as greyish green swallows sunburned tanned, small scales rippling across her arms and legs while the webbing between her fingers and toes extends. The glow that fills her emerald eyes highlights the tattoo that spreads across her nose and along her cheeks. "We lost others already." A rumble buzzes through her words as her eyes grow slitted, her gaze rather feral while ivory fangs flash with her words. "Means we gotta work harder. Push further. We carry their dreams with us."<br/><br/><br/>