<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/d11062ce09942d22dc37e4ebe1a3c42a33063a9c.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>'Loap Sparrington' (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262693.msg12959904#msg12959904)</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>49/49</em><br/><hr/><em>Loap, when she did arrive, arrived rather boldly.  She walked through the doorway and approached the table as though she had a personal grudge against the bit of furniture.  When she arrived, she grabbed one of the chairs and spun it abruptly about, planning herself into it and leaning forward, arching her back slightly and pressing herself into the chair's back.  The woman may well have been a walking leather advert, for not only was every inch of her rather slender frame covered in the substance, but the material shone with a slight shimmer that indicated it had been both cared for and treated on a regular basis multiple times since it was originally crafted.  The only areas which weren't fully leather-wrapt seemed to be the woman's face, a small area around the base of her gloves, and a rather deep swath of flesh beginning at her cleavage and running up to her neck, though the existance of the chairs back would frustrate any attempt to oogle.  For anyone not distracted by cleavage, the other immediately note-worthy things about the individual were her stark-white hair, eerily animalistic yellow eyes, and a rather predominate violet tattoo deeply marred into one cheek that, anyone who had been to the Iron Flats would immediately recognize as denoting a condemned criminal (though such tattoos were not removed upon release from prison, so the existence of one wouldn't necessary indicate a wanted criminal)<br/><br/>Loap would look at each of her compatriots in turn after she assumed her seat and then she'd smile, slowly, looking as though she weren't used to the action.</em>"Hello!  My name is Loap, and I hit things."<em>She hesitates for a second, frowning, and then adds </em>"with swords."<br/><br/><em>Several more seconds pass before the woman barks a short laugh.</em>"Just kidding!  I may not be winning any spelling contests, but I'm not quite so dim to need an extra torch... I just love playing into that stupid fighter thing,... always lets me see who the smug ones are!<br/><br/>"Hrmmm... so... what about me?  I play rough and I demand competence.  As long as you're good at what you do, we'll get along fine.  If you suck at your job expect some sort of repercussion.  I am looking to drag down the fat and comfortable aristocracy and let chaos run its course and... hrmmm.  I like sweet rolls."