<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">Venus<br/>HP 17 AC17</span></div><br/><br/>The black haired woman sat among the group staring at the sword sitting in her lap lost in a trance as she concentrated upon it.  It had still been about a month since she had woken up with no memory and at the time no control over the shifting of her features.  Only now was she actually taking use of the equipment she had found with herself.<br/><br/>The talking of the others finally got her to look up from her reverie.  "Oh Is everyone introducing themselves, I wasn't really paying attention.  I go by Venus."  Why was she here again, oh that's right perhaps by fighting the undead and going new places she might find hints as to what her past had been.  She placed the Sword back against her backpack standings up to stretch the chain shirt jingling over top the thin leathers she wore to protect her from the cold.