Name: Phantom

Age: unknown to her, 26

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Race/Species: Drow elf

Powers: Shadow Jumping, a form of instant travel where one uses shadows as doorways.

Abilities: None that she knows of, as of yet.

Strengths: Phantom's ability to survive despite her scars and limitations is astounding, as is her resourcefulness. Her physical strength is nothing to scoff at, as one would find out if they were to ever threaten her or those she cares for.

Weaknesses: Phantom, despite her ferocity, has several key weaknesses to use against her should she attack. She's blind in one eye due to an old scar, and has a warped spine that makes anything other than a walk uncomfortable for her. Her defensive behavior makes working with her less than easy on, well, anything.

Personality: Defensive towards everyone, her emotional shell is as thick as a plate of metal. Coming off as guarded, she keeps her emotions in check to the point she can seem emotionless, or aloof. Not many people know what's under this shell...not even Phantom herself.

Backstory: Phantom doesn't remember anything of her childhood, including her name. It's all a haze of slaving away in the gold mines of the Underdark, surviving cave ins, guards and whips, starvation, and even other prisoners (as the gold mines are made to imprison the worst criminals of the underdark). It was only recently that she escaped, causing her own cave in and running towards freedom, whether that be death or escape. While running she was shot through the back of the knee with a tranquilizer, and she fell unconscious into a spring. After that, she doesn't know how she got to the surface, only the freezing feeling of water piercing her lungs, of her consciousness slipping away, and what she believes to be a final hallucination...

Likes: Animals of any sorts, as well as fruits from the surface world. She still has yet to discover what she herself likes.

Dislikes: Loud noises and bright lights are downright painful to her. Thunder activates her fight or flight due to how close it sounds to a cave in. Tight, enclosed spaces and water are a deep, piercing fear for her.

Weapons: Two daggers

Voice: Percival (Delberino)

Looks: 6ft 5in

Scenario One: (Medieval/Modern) A walk by a lake of your character's choice is peaceful, and quiet with no one around. They're enjoying themselves, or lost in thought perhaps, when they spot a figure. Laying face down, unconscious by the water's edge, thick chains bind her hands and ankles, even a thick collar rests around her neck. Emaciated under her rags that could be called clothes, an arrow is visibly sticking through her knee, her breathing is shallow and gagged with fluid. What next?

Scenario Two: Suggest one