Mouse

Mouse
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Much of this feral elf remains a mystery as few have ever been granted the chance to get close. She is a loner to the very core but perhaps due to that clinging, foreign feeling while in a land where so little makes sense to her. Her only constant companion is the small, black mouse often found riding upon her by the name of Pipsqueak, or Squeak for short.

A small and petite thing, she stands shy of five feet by inches and unlike her more refined cousins this wild elf does not display the same wispy grace. There is a more solid build, compact like that of a feline. Her skin, a lush nut brown, is adorned with a series of twisted and spiraled blue tattoos and often bearing pale war paints when she stalks the shadowed monster once encountered within the tavern's rafters. Wide set, almond shaped eyes the shade of new leaves -her crow's wing hair long and decorated with thin braids where the flutter of feathers or the odd bead or small skull may be found.

She still favors the clothing of her people, despite the tastes of 'civilization' she has been given beneath the careful guidance of her deceased husband. Softly worked hides and furs, less being more when the heat of summer graces the earth. Often a small, walking armory, she is not often seen without the following gear: Quiver and bow, hunting knife, and battle claws.

Her first arrival had been a muddy, bedraggled one when the small and crumpled creature appeared upon the steps of the tavern begging for help. That help would come too late for her aging, human mate senselessly slaughtered by the greed of bandits upon the road. With no reason to move forward and nothing to look back to, it has left this small female in a state of limbo and so she stays.

A little known fact about Mouse, she was one of two witnesses of the death of famed barkeep Pritchard whom had left this world after suffering a heart attack brought on after saving another young girl's life.