<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Violet_clothed.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Violet Hawthorn</span><hr/><br/><strong>Race</strong>: Halfbreed - human/nymph(dryad)<br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br/><strong>Type</strong>: Witch<br/><strong>Demon partner</strong>: Somni<br/><strong>Played by</strong>: ShadeOfGray<br/><br/><strong>Health</strong>: 4<br/><strong>Will</strong>: 2<br/><strong>Charm</strong>: 1<br/><strong>Strength</strong>: 5<br/><strong>Perception</strong>: 8<br/><strong>Agility</strong>: 10<br/><br/><strong>Alteration</strong>: 0<br/><strong>Conjuration</strong>: 1<br/><strong>Enchantment</strong>: 0<br/><strong>Evocation</strong>: 3<br/><strong>Necromancy</strong>: 1<br/><strong>Occult</strong>: 2<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'6”<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 135 lbs<br/><strong>Figure</strong>: Athletic, with an hourglass build<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Arcane, Greenskin<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: The first thing people notice about Violet is the horns, and if you want to stay on her good side you probably shouldn't mention them. Violet's horns are dark brown, similar to a small tree branch or a young deer's antlers in shape, and deceptively tough when compared to their delicate appearance. Her eyes and ears also belay her non-human lineage, ears coming to points and irises a bright, vivid green unseen among the human population. Her hair is a deep, rich black that falls to mid-back in soft waves though it's often tied back in a loose ponytail.<br/>Her figure is trim, with sleek, lean muscles from hours spent trekking through the woods each day. Thanks to her nymph blood she also has large, perky breasts, a well-formed rear and lovely face. She has slightly pale skin and flawless complexion, though a few small scars have accumulated over the years due to her dangerous lifestyle.<br/>Violet wears no cosmetics, and has no particular interest in fashion. She usually wears light, simple clothing in shades of green and brown either kept tight to the body or cut so it flows away easily to allow for the maximum range of movement. A number of straps and belts adorn her body at almost all times, holding the equipment she uses in the forest and various herbs and things she collects to sell in the city. The only real jewelery she wears is a small whistle held on a leather cord around her neck.<br/><br/><strong>Background</strong>: The Hawthorn family had been looked upon with suspicion long before witchcraft came into the mix; for generations they had lived in the Eastern forests, solitary and mysterious, coming into the city only to trade the game and rare herbs regular folk dared not venture into the woods to collect. Hunter Hawthorn IV (creativity was never a high priority for the family) had skill beyond that of any of his ancestors. He could pin a sparrow to a tree from hundreds of yards away with his bow, and move in the shadows as if he was nothing but mist. Over time, the solitary young man caught the eye of a dryad that resided in a tree he often passed under on his hunts. She came to him in the night many times over the following seasons, slipping into his well-hidden home as if the camouflage, traps and alarms weren't even there. Her visits stopped as suddenly as they had started, and it wasn't a year later that Hunter learned why, when he awoke one morning to find a small child asleep in an odd basket of living vines just inside the entrance to his home. Her mother had been thrilled when she first learned she was pregnant. It was rare for nymphs to bear children, most of their kind born when excessive magic pooled around some natural thing like a stream or tree or pond. When the child was born though, her human blood ran stronger than the dryad had expected. She was smaller and more vulnerable than a newly created nymph would have been, and she was growing far too quickly. The dryad struggled to care for the baby for a few months before becoming completely overwhelmed. She returned to Hunter one last time, leaving the child and it's fate in his hands.<br/><br/>Hunter was reluctant to take in the child, but having never married he realized she was the only chance he had to pass on the family name and legacy. He named the girl Violet after the flowers her mother had always worn in her hair, and as she grew he taught the skills passed down in their family generation after generation. She was naturally skilled, the grace and speed her fae blood granted her greatly aiding in archery and stealth. She was quiet and serious, like all members of her family had been, and disliked the weekly trips into Lakeshire. People pointed and whispered when she walked by, making signs to ward against evil. Her ears were easily covered if she wore her hair the right way, but her unnaturally bright green eyes and the small, antler-like horns that sprouted from her forehead were impossible to hide.<br/><br/>When she was 15, Violet's father was slain, a simple case of bad luck as he ran into a wandering orc while trying to evade a perusing band of goblins. After bringing Hunter's body to the church in town, the girl vanished for several weeks. Rumors flew, many whispering that the girl must have returned to her wicked kin, other, more charitable voices suggesting she might have been killed in an ill-conceived attempt at revenge. There was a certain amount of disappointment when, two months later, the odd girl began her weekly appearances once more as if nothing was amiss.<br/><br/>Not long after her return, Violet approached Nazhun seeking training. Despite the local population's disdain for her and her own mildly misanthropic tendencies she showed patience and dedication to her studies, as well as considerable natural skill.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual</strong>: As would be expected from someone with such strong solitary tendencies, Violet has had no real romantic relationships and retains her virginity. She has no particular prejudice against people exercising their sexuality as much or as little as they like, but personally seems content with nothing more than her own fingers.<br/><br/><strong>Gear</strong>:<br/>Composite shortbow, quiver and arrows(15)<br/>2 hunting knives, kept in sheathes strapped to her thigh<br/>One belt with several pouches and glass vials for carrying herbs and such gathered in the woods<br/>One belt with a couple large pouches containing her personal supplies<br/>-Flint and tinder<br/>-A small, collapsible spyglass<br/>-A few days worth of trail rations<br/>-Several sticks of charcoal for making trail marks<br/>-An old, much-folded parchment with a hand-drawn map of the forest<br/>-Small assortment of random lengths of twine and leather cord<br/>-About 20 feet of help rope, tied at the side of the belt<br/>A small whistle on a leather cord around her neck