Name: Niesha
Age: 26
Gender: female
Appearance: 
Facial appearance:
Armor: THe armor that she is wearing within the image.
very light armor, mainly leather, things that she can move around in easily, Niesha hates being weighed down.
Clothing: again, light weight clothes, typically considered of easy to move in pants and shirts, nothing that restricts her movements
Weapons:
niesha works with a modified how and arrow set, with arrows that have been specially made to have electrified heads
Miscellaneous items: A gold necklace, slightly blackened, in the shape of a heart that had been her mothers.
A small pack, with first aid supplies in it.
She doesn't really have much else.
Biography: Niesha grew up a seventh child with six older brothers. She felt like she was always in their shadow, and always expected to just sit and be pretty. There was nothing to distinguish herself amongst her siblings. Until one day, she found her fathers bow. It wasn't long until she could be seen firing arrows at a tree, under her fathers careful gaze.
They weren't the richest, but soon, Niesha was out hunting. She brought home meat, and fur. She became valuable to her family, and she soon began other training, working on being fast, agile, flexible. She was happy.
It didn't last.
Her family was murdered in a deliberate house fire, which she had been out hunting. She returned to find the house a ruins, her parents and siblings dead. She didn't leave the farm for four days, choosing instead to bury her family, and search for anything left that she could keep.
There was much.
She was 20. And all alone. Vengeance woke in her heart, and she began to hunt. She searched for two years for the man that had killed her family. She hunted, stalked, and preyed. Until finally, she found him.
He was younger then her, and scared. It had been an accident, and he was scared of fire. He hadn't thought it would be bad, but had fled before seeing the damage. As Niesha raised her bow, the boy cowered, screaming that all he had wanted was some corn.
She lowered her bow and turned away, knowing the boy had to live with the deaths of eight people. And that was payment enough. She began to wonder, having no where else to go. She began to board on ships, learning a trade there, using her flexibility, speed and small frame to access parts of the ships she was working on that would be harder for someone else. She cleaned. She followed orders. She did all that was asked of her, and more. She learned about ship weapons, and how a ship should run.
But she didn't stay for long, feeling like she was just being ordered to do all the menial tasks that other crew members didn't wish to do. She turned instead to thieving, becoming an excellent sneak, and pick pocketer, getting enough money to live by, and enough to give to others struggling. She learned how to hide.
She was caught one day, by a rich merchant. She fled, but her face was out there. The went to her hidey hole, and gathered her things, but waited until night. She was probably fortunate that the The Crimson Dusicyon was docked. She watched for a time, before sneaking aboard. She wasn't foolish enough to think that she could hide on the ship forever, and she knew that she would probably be in trouble when she was found out, but all she wanted was a chance. She wasn't afraid.
Even before the ship left, Niesha approached and asked for a job. She would do anything. She didn't even care if she was paid. She just wanted a place to sleep, and some food each day. So she became exactly what she was on any of the other ships she had served on. A cleaner. A menial task completer. But she found that she didn't care. It was better then being jailed. Better then the streets.
Extra: I think I was suppose to put Fox Somewhere, but I can't remember where. So Fox.
