| NAME: |
Xafina
| RACE: |
Human..she think
| AGE: |
somewhere in her 20s
| ABILITIES & SKILLS |
Is able to tame most beasts, can read Braille in multiple languages, good at manipulation of the living brain. Though this dose not work on synths, great charisma and luck
| EQUIPMENT |
Braille leather journal on the occult. Hunting knife, canteen with water,deathclaw gauntlets and mail. staff used for walking, bone carved into whistle. Nuka cola she was saving
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Was born blind, can't shoot, can't survive without her companion, is strong but not trained in hand to hand or anything.
| SAMPLE POST: |
She felt warm, the sun, it had to be the sun that was resting on her skin, a constant ray like the licking flames that she had grown so used to. The moment they walked through the old iron prison she felt as though her ears had popped, sound, so much sound that was unblocked for miles. "We're out, we're actually out." A low rumble beside her she extended her hand till she felt a side of scales, blood pulsing beneath, the side began to move forward, a staff in her left hand she tapped it on the ground that gave way ever move, rocks, rocks were beneath her, she could hear them tumble down what seemed to be a gorge. Falling down the decline like the bodies her companion had thrown out of her way in their escape
Slow footsteps passing by she tried to take in as much as she could, the air growing colder began to tell her the time, worry scratching the back of her mind she patted the shoulder of her companion. "We need to move faster, can I come up?" She didn't hear any growl in protest, the beast stopping his stride, ground no longer shaking from his steps she felt around open air till she found his spines, slick ebony that her entire hand wrapped around, lifting herself with ease. Legs positioned right behind his shoulders she felt as tall as a sky scraper, open air about her she leaned close to his neck.
"Lets go"
Slow footsteps passing by she tried to take in as much as she could, the air growing colder began to tell her the time, worry scratching the back of her mind she patted the shoulder of her companion. "We need to move faster, can I come up?" She didn't hear any growl in protest, the beast stopping his stride, ground no longer shaking from his steps she felt around open air till she found his spines, slick ebony that her entire hand wrapped around, lifting herself with ease. Legs positioned right behind his shoulders she felt as tall as a sky scraper, open air about her she leaned close to his neck.
"Lets go"
| NOTES: |
Growing up in a cult that worshipped the deathclaw she was originally planned as a sacrifice. Throwing Xafina in a pit to her current companion only for them to find out that he refused to eat her. Being the crazed fools that they were they instead worshipped her alongside the scales beasts, calling her the tamer. Yet she grew desperate, in need of escape of the dire prison she let the deathclaw loose, tearing through the halls on their way to freedom. They now wander the city streets and are seen as a ghost of some kind due to the abnormality of the pair.
