The Silver Scar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=894665)<br/><br/>The Silver Scar was even more fashionably late, dressed for the stage.  Of course, she's always dressed for the stage, nowadays.  Her mask smiles as proudly as she does underneath it, and she greets everyone cheerily.  "Hello hello."<br/><br/>More noticeable than the mask's smile, of course, might be the horrid silver scar running down its right cheek.<br/><br/>A towering six and a half feet of gaudily dressed humanoid, she nevertheless is clad in a white and silver top that clings tightly to her lithe form, bottomed off by a golden skirt and matching leggings, ending in relatively plain leather boots with silver trim.  Gold heart-shaped earrings hang from her pointed ears, and her black hair is done into a braided ponytail, leaving somewhat grayish skin off to the sides of her mask on display.   Even with that weird get up, you can't hide a half-orc's nature too easily...<br/><br/>"I am the Silver Scar.  I look forward to putting on a show that we'll never forget," she says as she makes a fist.  Without gauntlets, her fists are plain to see: grey-fleshed and well marked by battle.  Maybe she'll bandage them or put on gauntlets when it is time to fight.