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Short, but not sweet, Reina looks to be in her mid-to-early twenties. She is usually dressed in a cross between punk, goth, and rockabilly styles.
She is sometimes brash, loud and obnoxious, and she just loves getting into fights in bars. What? That guy just hollered "sucky sucky two dolla" at her. Of course she's beating his head in. Seriously.
But in her quieter times, you will note she seems to be looking over her shoulder, looking to see if anyone is following her. You cannot tell if it is something she fears or wants.

---More to come as the character develops---

Daniel Forrester has a young appearance; judging by his face alone, he can be no older than seventeen or eighteen.  Yet within those blue eyes there seems to be a deep, aged sadness that tells the tale of a much older being.  Those mortals who have had to guess his age would place him well above his "mortal" years.  

He has a tall, lean body, with shaggy but soft brown hair pushed to the side.  He often wears simple clothes:  a pair of jeans, a rumpled button-down shirt, maybe a denim or buckskin jacket.  He walks with a long, loping gait, his back often bent as he stares at the ground.

When he speaks, it's very soft, with a slight Southern twang to it.  Not the long drawl of the Deep South, but the slightest little edge.

Character Descrïption: Hel (Zsofia Helena Batchnye)

Zsofia is a distinctly Slavic (Hungarian for those of you who care to know) looking monstrosity.  She stands at around 6'1, though her slouch combined with the horrible scarring on her face and tangled, filthy dreadlocks often gives the impression that she is much shorter.

In life, she was an animal ecologist and linguist who spent more of her time in the woods of Alaska tracking wolves, than in the company of those of the more hominid persuasion. Thusly she is much more comfortable away from people than with them, and is therefore noticeably awkward when forced to communicate with large groups of people.  That being said, her passion very clearly communicates itself when fired up and she can be very persuasively charismatic if she feels the need.

Most often she will be wearing battered black and green army fatigues, reinforced knee-length moccasins, and a black long-sleeved shirt.  Her hair is usually tied back with a filthy bit of rag, but loose enough to barely cover the spiderweb of scars that runs across her face and down the sides of her head, to disappear (and presumably continue) down her shirt.


Having just woken from a 20 year torpor, she doesn't have much by way of influence or contacts.  

She has a herd of deer that she tends to outside of the city limits.

And a point of influence in industry where she keeps track of local goings on by dumpster-diving records and tracking corporate movements.