!Name: Fusha
Age: 17
Race: Monequi - The Monequi are an artificially created race that is mix between monkeys and elves. This makes them have an intelligence about the same as a human and an amazing amount of dexterity and agility. However, they are not very strong and are not very tough which means they have to rely on their agility and dexterity to remain undetected and execute more complex attacks on an unsuspecting enemy. They look much more like the elf, adapting only the monkey's small size, tail, and tough foot and hand pads. They also have adapted the monkey's way of walking on four legs effectively, making them adept at climbing and balancing on things. They are not very magically talented, and are somewhat rare, with only a few dozen remaining in Pal Tahrenor.
Physical Description: Fusha is a relatively tall Monequi. She is around 4'6" and weighs 76 pounds. She has dark, hazelnut hair that is cut at her shoulders. She generally wears leather clothing that she makes from hides of animals she slays.
She is not strikingly attractive but not ugly either, with pretty long, pointy ears that sometimes penetrate her hair. Her eyes are violet, which often conveys a sense of dread into her enemies. On the left side of her face lies a jagged scar which was imprinted on her face after fighting a bear. She has not attacked a bear since. However, she keeps herself to herself with her deep cowl so that only the people she wants to see her face can.
Possessions: She has become skilled enough to make herself one set of leather armour for hunting with, and generally wears a cowled cloak on top of that colored dark green by getting pigment from shrubbery. She has meager possessions that include mainly things scrounged from the forest. These include: a homemade dagger made from the glass shards of a beer bottle and a piece of wood for the handle, leather armour, a camouflaged and cowled cloak, and a mysterious letter that she woke up with in the first memory she has. There is also a certain wolf that she rescued when it was a baby as it's pack was attacked. The wolf has grown up to like Fusha, and sometimes hunts with her. It is the only thing she trusts and can call a friend.
Powers or Strengths:
Unconventional fighting style: Fusha was left in the woods with nothing but a mysterious letter that she was too young to read. She had to adapt to life in the wilderness with no helper but the animals. She learned to hunt by studying the habits of other animals and developed her own fighting style unique to herself. It was originally inspired by watching a pack of wolves hunt. It involves being able to stay undetected until attacking and attacking from many angles at once. This of course seems impossible to execute but it is possible to do by using projectiles. She is able to use to her advantage rocks to confuse her enemy of where she is and then finish them while they are distracted. However this comes at a price (weakness number 1).
Discipline: Fusha witnessed how wolves hunt and was able to realize that half of the battle was discipline. She is able to control her body and mind how she wants, being able to repel the influence of adrenaline and the like.
Stealth: Due to her uncanny dexterity and agility as well as her observance, Fusha is able to be very stealthy and needs to rely on this much of the time to survive.
Tracking: Fusha can track uncannily. She is able to tell the animal, almost exactly how long ago it passed, and it's weight just from looking at tracks. She is also very good at spotting them in the first place, making her a great asset for search parties and hunting parties.
Ingenuity: Fusha needs to be able to make things out of mundane materials. She is able to craft rough versions of most things with just the materials found in the forest.
Hearing: Due to her bad eyesight, Fusha has adapted with an amazing sense of hearing. She can hear a twig break in the forest several feet away, meaning it is very difficult to sneak up on her even if you are behind her.
Sense of Feeling: Due to her vulnerable skin, Fusha has developed an adept sense of feeling. This can be good for some things like judging how much off she has to aim because of wind when throwing, but bad because she is more sensitive to things like the weather.
Weaknesses:
Unconventional fighting style: If Fusha is unable to distract her target or fails to finish them on her first real attack, she is left very vulnerable due to her lack of training in combat and weakness.
Weakness: Like most of her race, Fusha is very weak and therefore needs to rely on stealth, and flight more than fight.
Education: Fusha never received an education and therefore cannot speak well or read and write. This can prove a big disadvantage when trying to communicate with other sentient beings.
Social: Due to her childhood being spent without any other people around her, she often doesn't know how to react when others try to interact with her.
Craftiness(couldn't think of better word): Because of her monkey heritage, her hands are much less nimble than most, meaning she can make things, but is bad at carving or other things that require precision finger work.
Toughness: When the Monequi were created, the mixing of elf and monkey skin did not turn out, meaning that Fusha has very sensitive skin except on her hands and feet. What may just be a scratch for a human could be a large gash for Fusha.
Vision: For some reason, Fusha has poor eye sight. This is the opposite of most Monqui but something Fusha has had to deal with her entire life.
Alignment (not required but I thought I should include): Fusha is very cynical of all life forms, giving her a seemingly mean aura. However, she is actually quite neutral and is more concerned with the well being of those she trusts than the law or how her actions might make others think of her. At the moment the only one she trusts is herself and her wolf, but in her mind she knows she will protect any she does trust with a passion, because of her numerous years without anyone.
History:
Fusha does not know where she was born, but her first memory was waking up lying on her back in the forest. She did not know where she was or why she was there, but she was.
She thinks she was around five years old at the time. She discovered her only possessions were a letter and some ragged linen clothes. Her first goal was just to survive. For the first few days, she was too helpless to do anything anything, so she just hid and watched. She was afraid, and spent several sleepless nights shivering in the cold and occasionally crying in pity for herself. After a while, she became less afraid and started to search for some food, for she was starving. She soon started to improve at sneaking around and within a few days found berries and a small stream to drink from. She then began to learn the skills of the hunt. At first she would just tail a wolf or pack of wolves while they hunted to see how they did things. She would then go and pretend to do what she had observed by herself. Eventually she felt confident enough to attempt her first hunt.
She stalked a medium size rabbit into a clearing, and after gathering her thoughts, attacked. She took one of the stones she had gathered and threw it just farther than where the rabbit was, attempting to scare it back towards her. Not wasting time to see if it worked, she dashed just to the side where she knew had a bush that would camouflage her perfectly. The first part of her attack worked just as planned, and as the rabbit ran past, she struck at it with the second rock she had gathered. It was a miss. The rabbit then nimbly hopped off faster than she could follow. She was frustrated. However, with perseverance, she was finally able to catch a rabbit a few days later. It was the best thing she had ever tasted. She went on and trained her skill to the point where she could hunt rabbit consistently and effectively.
Nearly a year later, she watched a pack of wolves, hoping to tail their hunting party, as she always enjoyed the grace of watching wolves hunt. As the wolves left however, she noticed a wolf pup left behind. As she watched, the whole pack abandoned one of their own. Disgusted by the other wolves and entranced in the beauty of the pup, she waited until the rest of the wolves were long gone before moving in to check on it. It turned out that the pup had a problem with it's right eye, probably a birth defect. Not wanting to leave the cute thing there helpless, she gathered it in her arms and took it back to the stream with her, where she had created a small shelter. From then on, she fed it part of what she caught until it was old enough to hunt on it's own. She then brought it on hunting trips with her and helped it learn to hunt. As the years went by, the pup proved to be a valuable asset not only on the hunt, but as a long-needed companion as well.
Her first contact with another person came not too long after. As she was getting ready to attack a rabbit, suddenly a long projectile protruded from it's neck and it flopped over, lifeless. She was almost shocked out of her hiding place, but managed to keep control, and watched as a large person looking somewhat similar to herself walked in and grabbed the rabbit. She was outraged. She had gone through all the work to track the stupid thing and hadn't gotten to eat it. In her outrage, she acted before thinking and threw one of her rocks at the person. She hit him right in the back of the head, and he whirled around, scanning the forest for any sign of life. His eyes locked with hers and for a few terrible seconds, she thought she was discovered, but then his eyes moved on to scan the rest of the area. His scan came up short, and she sighed silently, relieved at his failure to notice her. She didn't know if she would be able to fight him like she did the other animals.
She tailed the man, and he eventually came to the outskirts of some kind of what looked to be a collection of shelters to her, for she did not know what a village was. She decided to stay in the tree line outside the city, for the plain landscape did not offer much in the direction of cover. As she watched, several others like the one she followed appeared from the shelters, walked around, then entered another one of the shelters. From that day on, she has made it her goal to be known among those people, and eventually accomplish her ultimate goal of knowing what the letter she found herself with on that first unfortunate day means.
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