<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/37e6d575-9ad7-4618-84be-cc9926784dfe/dffskub-4c8a9156-2b6d-402a-9437-fa430686d356.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzM3ZTZkNTc1LTlhZDctNDYxOC04NGJlLWNjOTkyNjc4NGRmZVwvZGZmc2t1Yi00YzhhOTE1Ni0yYjZkLTQwMmEtOTQzNy1mYTQzMDY4NmQzNTYuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.z49zz-yY203CAaah2DNtxq7X2Y1EUrmyK4dpfCAUK6k)</div><strong>Name: Thistle</strong><br/><strong>Race: Human</strong><br/><strong>Age: 18</strong><br/><strong>Class: Barbarian</strong><br/><strong>Status: Freeman </strong><br/><br/>Thistle's hand of cards scatter on the ground, seeming to have found an opportunity to escape her grasp and make a break for freedom.<br/>The girl's now empty hand, still held out in front of her in a claw like grip as she had before her cards had slipped free from her grasp, had begun to twitch and shake.<br/><br/>Her voice stutters as she tries to articulate<strong>"Z... ZZ...ZZa....Ahhh..." </strong><br/>The syllables she formed appeared not of the common tongue, but instead those of a Primal nature.<br/><br/>Every last drop of blood within her seemed to had been drained, as the bright red of her checks grew pale and cold.<br/>Her gaze drifts down to the ground in front of her, seeming to focus on something under the dirt itself. Outside of the perceivable natural world.<br/>