Menhit

Name: Menhit

Age: About 17 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Twili

Alignment: Neutral

Description: Half long raven hair, flowing elegantly downwards her back, frames her delicately formed face. Her eyes are, of course, tinted with an amber gleam. The grayish colour of her smooth skin and dark, seemingly tattooed, lines also are traditionally part of the Twili race. Her clothes exist of dark purple and black textile, layered around her body in what seems to be a rather complicated top, leaving one tattooed shoulder bare, and a, layered, skirt that reaches down to her knees. She walks around bare footed, seeing as Menhit is accustomed to hunting in the woods, and wears a golden bracelet around her left anckle.

Powers: She can teleport from place to place. When she changes in a shadow beast, her appearance becomes the one of an ink black panther. Other than that is Menhit great at using dark magic and her self made bow and her in poison drenched arrows.

Personality: She’s a tad closed, but not completely unfriendly. Most of the times will she gladly talk to newcomers, but without revealing a lot about herself. Privacy is very important to her. She isn’t easily angered, but, once her fury is triggered a long time is needed to cool her down.

History: Like most Twili kids, she was raised in the Twilight Zone by her parents. Father was a hunter, supplying his family of food. They were a typical family, papa hunted; mum took care of the kids. Everything went smoothly. She has a little, rather annoying, brother, who has only seen 11 winters yet. The day of her 16th birthday she decided to leave her safe haven and family in order to experience things on her own. So, she left, taking her own bow and arrows and a bag, filled with necessary items and dried food with her. Having a father who hunted for a living helped a lot. Over time, he had taught his firstborn how to survive in the wilderness and make her own weapon. A bow and arrows. As she wandered around, Menhit slowly discovered that she possessed magical abilities to some extent. At a certain point, when she had gotten completely accustomed to living alone already, she met an old Twili woman who’s territory the unknowing girl had invaded. They fought, but, the fight was already decided before it had started. Of course the old woman and her advanced black magic won with ease. Even more so, in return for Menhit’s life, the old, ever sniffling, hag demanded to indulge the girl in the secrets of magic. For six months did she train the young girl and taught her so slowly gained knowledge about magic and its many appearances. Even about the different traits of shadow beasts had the witch an understanding Menhit never thought possible. In the beginning, the girl had cussed the Twili, her constant sniffing and medieval ways of teaching things. Still, as with so many things, as the time steadily passed she grew accustomed to the older female and her peculiar ways. She even dared say that they had become friends. However, those harsh, yet happy, six months abruptly ended as Menhit found the old teacher dead above her old kettle, her hand still holding the wooden spoon for stirring the black soup. Only then had she understood that the aged woman wanted to transfer her knowledge on a person, that showed some sort of talent in magic, before her end neared. She respectfully buried the cold body in the earthen forest floor. Menhit left. Without glancing back, she continued her way towards new, undiscovered areas.

Pictures: Will make one in time.