<div class="floatleft">(http://img00.deviantart.net/c93c/i/2014/321/4/5/steampunk_elf_by_byrsa-d86pqgu.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Namiha (Nami) Barlow (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2452168)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Half elf oracle</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+7<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tamaa, Aishah, bill, Gregory, Faru,  Zain, mouser<br/><hr/><br/>Namiha sat on the edge of her seat, foot-tapping and her mind wandering back to those last moments with her father. She had tried her best, but she didn’t have many offensive spells and her ranged weapon had barely been effective. But she still tried, fought until her father pulled her back and told her to run. That she needed to live, but didn’t he realize that he needed to live as well. That they all did?!<br/><br/>Time passed far too slowly as she simply sat there, at least when she was running for help she was doing something. This was..this was torture. Tears threatened to fall again, but Nami fought them and wiped her eyes before they could fall. She needed to be stronger than that; she needed to be strong for them. So she stilled her mind and focused on what she could do, and that was ready herself for the battles to come.<br/><br/>Blinking Namiha looked to Zain and took a deep breath before speaking, “Yes of course you’d need to know my skill set.” Nami nodded and licked her lips, “I am a skilled combatant, held my own well enough to...to survive what came after us. But my main skills have to do with magic. I can cure wounds, stabilize someone, summon magical weapons, even make your weapon magical. I also have gifts with knowledge and time.” She explained hoping that it would help him understand her gifts. Though truth be told there were some gifts she didn’t understand herself.<br/><br/>“I don’t know everything about the group with which we were with. But My father’s group are all accomplished adventurers. They have been doing crazy things like this since before I was born. Fighters and magic users alike.” She explained best she could at that moment. “My father was looking for...for my mother. He believed she was here on this island somewhere.” Namiha finally shared the little rib bit though part of her worried if maybe she shouldn’t have.