Ilya stands at a laughable height of 5'5, and has been that way for the entirety of her life ever since she came of age. After her first lover took her innocence (and left her the next day), Ilya refused to groom herself beyond the expected level of hygiene. As such, her auburn hair is always unkempt; sometimes tied in a ponytail, but nothing beyond it. The girl's emerald eyes is often noticed in a half-lidded state, showing her disinterest in the larger picture of things. Her build is slim yet athletic and toned due to her training as a marksman since she had to do something to distract her mind from the betrayal of her past. As an accomplished ranger and forager, Ilya wears a jet-black hooded cloak which covers her beige but fair complexion when doing her tasks-- after all, stealth is one's ally in the night. A large scar runs down on the right side of Ilya's lips-- a mark she obtained when a slight misstep caused her to fall from a twenty-foot tree, and into a Thornberry bush; although, numerous scars are found all over her lithe body.

1. Longbow Mastery - Ilya specializes with her wooden longbow when in combat. She takes time and patience in finding the right spot to pick off beasts and other opponents from a distance. Her keen eye allows her, in the proper conditions, to strike a target from over 140 yards away. However, Ilya's craving for a 'perfect' and 'artful' aim causes her to dally between her shots, often leading to targets escaping her sights, and her losing a valued shot.
2. Dagger Decency - While close-combat was never her forte, Ilya has some modicum skill with the dagger and knife. As such, she keeps a silver dagger which hangs from her waist. When pitted against rookies and everyday criminals, Ilya can stand on her own, but against skilled professionals, the lass' dagger cannot hope to beat them, if not only delay the inevitable.
3. First-aid Knowledge - Wounds are inevitable in the woods. As such, Ilya taught herself the art of herbs and other medicinal ointments. She can also patch up wounds with splints and gauzes, but major wounds are out of her league.
4. Seduction - Living in the poorer rim of Aauron disables most from acquiring the vital things in life. Ilya circumvents around that problem by beguiling the wits of men with her allure and killer physique. She often seduces shopkeepers and other corrupt businessmen into providing her needs, only to find her gone the next day.

"Ilya? I know of her. Some say she came from the slums of Erekon, a small place in the outermost rims of Aauron. For the lass to survive in this barbaric rim, she seduced the will of men and sharpened the tip of her arrows. Kindness means nothing in the outer rim, and I know Ilya learned that lesson at a young age. Her innocence shone like a lotus in the dirt, and in a place of darkness like Erekon, it was naught but an eyesore. Barkus, a lad from a nearby district, trampled on Ilya's faith and innocence. He wrecked her being on that one fateful night, and the young lass never stayed the same since. She trained herself until her bones cracked, until every fibre in her being screamed for relief. Until she got in to the Forage Squads of Erekon-- a sub-division under the military. Ilya possessed a keen eye unknown to those who live in the outer rim, and her skills far surpassed that of her peers. No one came to hate her, because they all feared her prowess in and out of the woods. Still, a deep shadow looms around her eyes; a look of unknown suffering longing to be sated.

Her ambitions know no bounds, comrade. She grows stronger everyday. The Choosing is near, yes? I heard Ilya speaking of it, and her desire to partake in this event. I, as her commander, gave her the opportunity, and sent her to the main kingdom. Ilya's world is so contained in Erekon, and I want her to see the entirety of Aauron itself. She is naive at best, and while she knows a thing or two about the harshness of the world, she still has a lot to learn before her bow and arrow can slay those monsters.

She is not a bad person, comrade. Ilya just experienced a lot of tragedies in her life. She defiled herself in order to protect those who cannot; she sold herself so she could buy the freedom of those who she cared about. She just needs a lot of persuading that there is still a meaning to life. Her tongue might cut quick, and her attitude might be snide, but mistake not that under all of that hate-- a warm and caring core lies within.

Ilya is on her way to the capital by now, and I can only pray that she help herself first or nobody will."
-Yhagal, Erekon Forager Squad Commander

Elizabeth Grimshaw

Age: 20
Gender: Female
Skills:

Martial Artist: Elizabeth is an expert in many fields of martial arts. She was trained by her father ever since she was a young girl.

Acrobatic: She is an athlete, gymnast, acrobat and aerialist capable of numerous complex maneuvers and feats.

Minor Marksman: Elizabeth knows how to use basic weapons like a knife, bat and so on. She has been trained how to use a gun as-well, by her father.

History: Elizabeth was born with one parent, her mother died when Elizabeth was a very young age. She died over fighting with cancer, and Elizabeth had to be raised with her father. But those years that she was with him, it didn't just mean candies and hugs. No no, Elizabeth was raised with a father that trained her in different fighting areas. He wanted her to be able to take care of herself and protect herself as she grows up to be a young adult. He took her off to fighting contests, programs and even made her fight against her bullies in school. It's also a reason for Elizabeth not attending school as much, but she did go to a private one.

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