<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lissa Oddworthy (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=952643)</span><br/><br/>(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/tumblr_o6u4zj2uoT1v4fvg9o1_1280_zps26fhcb3b.jpg)<br/><br/>Lissa Oddworthy is a young halfling woman born and raised in Kenabres, standing at an impressive (for a halfling) 3'2". While not the curviest halfling in Kenabres, she's actually rather proud of her smaller chest and (self-proclaimed) incredible ass, seeing it as making her a 'rare' speciment of halfling beauty! Clearly she doesn't suffer from a lack of confidence. Her white skin isn't quite pale, and she has a healthy smattering of freckles across her cheeks, her shoulders, the tops of her breasts, and a few other places. Her honey blonde hair is naturally a bit wavy, and she keeps at a manageable length at her shoulders, framing her expressive eyebrows and cheekbones, and emerald-green eyes. Never much of a fan of 'casual' peasant wear, she's pretty much spent the last several years making her leather armor a fashion statement. Not a surprise in a city like Kenabres where everyone wants to be ready to march on a moment's notice, but still. At her left hip rests a well-used Starknife, and a bandolier of slim stilettos is wrapped around her right thigh. While TOTALLY NOT A ROGUE, she keeps a thick, dark cloak with a good hood wrapped around her shoulders.<br/><br/>As befits her name, Lissa was always a bit of an odd duck. While not necessarily fearless, she was a proud girl with a thing for taking childish bets and getting in over her head. Taunts from the older boys led to her learning how to sneak into the barracks to prove how cool she was, and learn to throw a knife or dart and hit the bullseye every time. While cute enough she basically ended up being 'one of the boys', and when a truly dangerous bet to sneak out into the wilderness to try and see a demon came up, she was the only one with balls big enough to take it. She would've been captured by cultists for sure that day, if not for the timely intervention of an incredibly beautiful, but sad worshipper of Desna who came upon her and helped sneak her back on the path to Kenabres. Lissa shamelessly repeats the tale to any of her friends that would listen, of her first love who saved her from nasty cultists. In fact, it was this act of saving that lead her to worship Desna just like the older woman, and taking up the holy weapon of a Starknife for her personal weapon. She trained with the weapon (Forgive the pun) religiously, until she was convinced that she was the best in the city with the damn thing. As it is she's hoping for the opportunity to join in the next offensive on the Worldwound, and hopefully find that mysterious woman that saved her.