Dirty and disheveled walking with an unevengait Echo drifts alone through the world. Her mind touched somehow, leaving her often staring out as if in a fantasy. Her sandy hair unbrushed and tangled, often with leaves and sticks stuck in. Her lithe body and small bust barely covred by the dirty smock she sometimes wears. Barefoot and vagrant this urchin can often be seen begging by the street corner.

//WIP\\