Race: Elf Age: 123 Gender: Female Height: 5ft 0in Weight: 80lbs STR 10 CHA 18 A mysterious creature, even among//"We are not the masks we wear. But if we don them, do we not become them?"// -As Ashlee- quiet, cold, ruthlessly professional, more comfort is found in a midnight graveyard in the deepest darkest parts of winter then in her shadowed brethren Ashlee has never been seen in her actual form. She wears a hooded robe and halfcompany. ---- -as Ashe- (disgusie rolled) //"We all wear the twin masks of emotion, Happy or sad, haunted or hunted, You choose the mask, much like an ecclesian preistess, keeping her black eyes and somyou choose the risk. You choose your own poison."// personality is guarded and seems to be watching everything, constantly aware of her tan skin what goes on around her. ---- -as the only thing seen. Ashlee stands about 5ft even and given the billowy natureMikara- (disguise rolled) //The Heavens burned, the stars cried out And under the ashes of the robe and cloak, her body type is left up for anyone to guess. While met in this form, Ashlee speaks with a raspy voice. -as Ashe- (disgusie rolled when in play) personality is guarded and seems to be watching everything, constantly aware of what goes on around her. -as Mikara- (disguise rolled in scene) rudeinfinity, Hope, scarred and bleeding, breathed its last.// rude, crotchety old woman. ---- -as Jester- (disguise rolled) //"Life Is A Carnival, But the tents are folded before dawn"// playful, outgoing, friendly and perhaps a bit nieve, this seems to be the embodiment of joy and happiness and the persuits there in scene) playful, outgoing, friendly and perhaps ---- -As Samirra- (disguise rolled) //"Conceal nothing, and watch the fools search forever."// a bit nieve, this seems to be the embodiment of joy and happiness and the persuits there in -As Samirra- (disguise rolled in scene) a jovial, rough sailor sort most would expect by the docks. ---- (Additional characters/disguises created as needed)