Oh no, not another one of those Catling girls.
Indeed!

The young woman who stands before you is a Catling, with hair of silken fuchsia blush falling just to her slight, smooth shoulders and violet eyes whose slit pupils are usually wide with the dilation of docile intent. Atop her head rather than at the side of her head sit two feline ears which twitch and perk curiously to various sounds, the fur upon which matching the fandango of hair they rest upon. Curiously, this girl lacks the tail associated with others of her race, and indeed this is a fact of which the Catling is very sensitive about.

Not terribly clever and possessing a body built for the more seedy end of tavern work, it is no surprise that the girl is easily taken advantage of. Luckily enough she always seems to land on her feet, however. Those nine lives must really come in handy after all.