"Evil's afoot. If it had bothered switching to the metric system it'd be a metre by now."


Name: Florence Waychilde
Age: Roaring 20's (26 in fact)
Race: Half-elf
Height: 5'9. (There's a joke to be made if she were a whole 12 inches taller.)
Hair: Shoulder length hair so white that she probably couldn't dance.
Eyes: A bright vibrant green
Build: Athletic and lightly muscled! She wasn't a delicate flower.
Notable notes: Her left arm was a metallic prosthetic.

First and foremost Florence is a paladin, a bulwark against the dark, a bastion against evil, and set to  thwart where no (wo)man has thwarted before. As combat oriented as she may appear, she would not simply cut down the wicked upon sight, preferring the method of redemption rather than enacting vindication.

Possessing intense eyes, high cheek bones, a strong jawline, one cocksure grin, and an angular nose.  While she may never truly be described as an easy breezy beautiful covergirl, she was no doubt striking  in her own way.

She was evidently a half-elf, judging by her sharp features and lightly pointed ears, but stood a little  taller than your average gal. Florence was also a little more buff than your average gal, but now that's not  to say she's been doused with gamma radiation - you can tell by the fact that she isn't green, but  perhaps you wouldn't like her when she's angry - instead she was toned and athletic, long limbs defined  by feminine muscle, with abs of bronze; not quite qualifying for a set made of steel.

Her entire left arm had been severed at some point in her career against the blight. Ugly scar tissue met gleaming metal upon her shoulder where the replacement was joined. In a realm with high magic and advanced contraptions, Florence's prosthetic didn't seem out of the ordinary, though perhaps there was more to it than meets the eye.