Name; Mesiri
Race; Drow Elf
Age; 34, but due to her race she appears to be nine
Gender; female
Class; scout/ light warrior
Skills; Duel swords and bow
Physical appearance; A little under four feet, Mesiri looks like a nine year old child with messy bright white hair at shoulder length, normally with a braid in her left bangs. Her eyes are bright green and her face is round and deceivingly sweet-looking. Like other drow, her ears stick outwards rather than run with her cheekbones. She dons herself with custom studded leather and normally has her ebony sword Gleam and glass sword Severe by her side. She also has a bow that only leaves her back to be in her hands.
Backstory; Like most drow children, Mesiri was sent out into the world to learn about its harsh ways in order to better prepare her for adulthood (which she would reach at a hundred years of age). She has already learned many skills needed for survival and even more for the art of warfare. She thoroughly enjoys a good fight, but hates taking things too far or taking anything at all seriously.
Everyone tells me the world is a cruel place, and they're right. That doesn't mean I can't have fun in it, now does it? I'm going to be a lot older than anyone up here before I go, but I don't care if I have a hundred years or a thousand, I'm going to spend it my way. Walls don't hold me and cages don't hold me. Nothing's held me for more than a few minutes outside of my mother's womb. My blades have crossed many throats and many guts and, once or twice, my lips. If you want to fight me, I'll oblige, but draw blood and I'll draw your heart. Ain't lost anything once, 'cept a coin I flung in the air. Men fear me; mer adore me; and creatures run faster from me than anyone else when I bring up a bow. You can have fun with me and play too, or I can have fun playing with you. The difference is you won't like it if I'm playing all alone.