<div class="floatright">(https://mfiles.alphacoders.com/766/766988.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tula Elanorin<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Elven Hunter<br/><strong>Strength:</strong>Legs<strong>Vulnerability:</strong>Arms<br/><strong>Willpower:</strong>30<strong>Defense:</strong>9<strong>Morale:</strong>11<br/><strong>Bondage  Head:</strong><strong>Arms:</strong><strong>Legs:</strong><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Passive:</strong>Volley Fire<br/><strong>Passive:</strong>Skillful Precision<br/><strong>Attack:</strong>Projectile 2d4, Concealment & Thrust Kick 1d4<br/><strong>Cooldowns:</strong>Piercing Shot, Snare Trap, Rain of Arrows & Call the shot<br/><br/><hr/>She was silent in her footfalls despite the beautiful flooring. Her thigh high green leather boots were well worn, but very well made. She had them for many years. Her ears peaked out of her white hair. The colouring rare among the other wood elves in her village. She looked around nervously. It was Amanda’s idea and she was just following her. She was visibility uncomfortable in the throne room. She was way out of her league and bit her bottom lips and listened as the other girls introduced themselves.<br/><br/>What was she going to say? She turned and looked at her friend. Hopefully she does not get “quirky”, especially in front of the Princess. A Princess...Goddess...How will she start? Just then she heard the girl next to her introduce herself and turn to her. Flushed, she bows, trying to copy the rest of the girls in the room. At least she was dexterous enough not to fall on her heels, “My name is Tula, Tula Elanorin...errhhmmmm... I’m a hunter and I am good at hunting and hiding and...protecting,,and ...I think I am going to keep quiet now...” Looking at her feet, she squirms, hoping that the floor will open up and swallow her in. After a though, she bows again.