Name: Morgaine Geiradot
Race: False Paleblood Hunter
Appearance: Preferably, the only thing a blood-drunk lunatic out on the hunt would see of Morgaine is the flash of her blade. Alas, not all those out on the night of the hunt are beasts. To those with the wits about them to recognize a fellow human and hunter, Morgaine appears to them an inscrutable figure, cloaked in a forest colour, which in the grey-brown streets of Yharnam is quite awkwardly perceptible. With her hood pulled back, she cuts a far less intimidating figure, revealing a tanned, almost browned face, lined with tangled brown hair tied loosely in a bun upon her head. Her face is somewhat pudgy and she leans more on the stout side than the lean in build. In the quiet streets as she walks, she tinkles lightly, a testament to the many charms and trinkets pinned to the inside of her cloak and on her clothes. On a night of the hunt, it pays not to compromise on matters of luck.
Height: 160 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Clothes: Dressed not dissimilarly to the local Yharnamite populace, but with the addition of the common hood and half-cloak of dark green. In her foreign land, though not so far from Yharnam, it is thought that the colour darkened the soul, becoming untraceable to the beast scourge, and the hood blocked out illusory light, leaving only the truth to be seen.
Background: The city is a strange place for Morgaine. Her upbringing lies in a small village, so small it does not have a name. The people there were reliant on their own strength to make their livings, in the field or in the woods. The community was insular, and given how much their livelihoods depended on good fortune, were given to superstition. Charms, naturalistic rituals, and reverence for the natural world have each imparted their respective wisdoms on Morgaine, lending her an eye that seeks out meaning and a heart that rests on vigour. She grew up strong in those environs, and no stranger to horror. The woods bred beasts, so it was said, that smelled blood coursing through veins. She learned quickly to keep her charms close. That was before the affliction struck her in her new adulthood, tearing through both her body and her soul. She traveled to Yharnam in search of the healing blood, incurring a debt to the Church that could only be paid by service as a hunter on this the night of the hunt.