<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/SciFiMermaid.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Faya<br/><strong>Pace:</strong>6”<br/><strong>Parry: </strong>6 (Bonus to Parry equal to opponents reach +1, negated if opponent is using fists or armed with a knife.)<br/><strong>Toughness:</strong>5<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>0<br/><strong>Bennies:</strong>3<br/><br/>Faya stalked the edges of the battle field looking for an opening.  She had no illusions of chivalry when it came to an enemy.  It was a lesson her people had learned the hard way at the hands of the Kehana, which made the attempt by the fish man to join them so distasteful. Faya thought seriously of gutting the savage first before her knife found red flesh, but he was too far away.  Faya silently cursed the spirits for her luck.<br/><br/>The lithe Doreen was a strange choice for a landing party, aboard ship she was aloof and solitary as much as a sailor could be on a vessel at sea.  It wasn’t that she was not drawn to the others. She often watched them from afar, even a few in intimate moments when the more brazen of the crew thought no one was around to discover them, Faya had been there in the shadows or the water.  Her people had little concerns of privacy as they were so few and scattered.  Affection was freely given when two Doreen met. A dying race could not afford to worry about trivial concerns such as privacy.  These women were as beautiful and exotic to her as she might have been to them which was why she had volunteered for this particular endeavor, even a solitary Doreen needed companionship from time to time.<br/><br/>There was barely a need for stealth with the Red Men in such a wild panic.  Doreen had already picked out her brutish victim and dashed into the clearing light and quick.  Like most Doreen, Faya fought with only a knife in her hands and no armor to speak of.  Her toned blue grey body covered in a simple loincloth and the barest of cloth to prevent the dirt walkers from being uncomfortable around her.  The absence of armor only added to her quick deadly form of combat, but it was Veronica’s sudden absence of armor that proved her undoing.  The pale flash of pink flesh flushing with exertion drew her attention for the briefest of moments, but long enough for the fall of her foot to snap a trig.  The Red Man spun at the very last instant and her blade whistled through air instead of flesh.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-07-06 17:50:45, Faya (uid: 39181) rolls: 1d8 Result: 1 (Attack) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60940)<br/>At 2014-07-06 17:51:15, Faya (uid: 39181) rolls: 1d6 Result: 4 (Wild Dice) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60941)<br/></div></div>