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Name Elk Leah
Ageearly twenties ( she isn't too sure or bothered to keep track )
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'2"
Occupation Professional (unpaid) Solider Killer.
Residence Whereever

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Physical Description
Elk is a wee thing. Malnutrition has kept her from being very tall and she's slim and lean muscles. Besides that, should she be cleaned up she could be called cute. A round face, big expressive periwinkle blue eyes, a mop of strawberry blonde hair cut at odd angles and tied back with a bandana that only does half it's job. Wearing layers of clothing, she's easily mistaken for a boy.

A few notable things she wears is a wolf pelt, head intact so she can wear it like a hood, and thick clothing she's either stolen or crafted. She takes what she can get and make use of it.

Her arms up to her elbows are covered in burns, the flesh red and smooth, this is due to her specific brand of magic.

Personality
Blunt. Having only been traveling around with a moose for most of her life since her parents were taken to mage camps, Elk hasn't really developed people skills. She says what she means and means what she says. She's kind to creatures and animals and, should she see fit, people. Distrusting and perhaps a little angry at the world, Elk feels no remorse for the lives she's taken.

Also very adaptable. She's quick to learn and a fast thinker and, despite having been alone for so long, she can be of quick biting wit.

Magic/Abilities
Elk, like her parents, is a mage.
Elk, unlike her parents, has a volatile self destructive magic - at least it was. A master of elements, Elk has an interesting magic. She can't manifest the actual product, like a fire ball or a ball of water, she can only control it. Create the product of it. Heat. To use water she has to draw it from somewhere. The hardest to use is of course, fire. She simply can super heat the air. 

Before she learned to control it, the heat would climb up her arms and bubble her skin, but her perseverance has either made her numb to the pain or, just maybe, she can control it after all. She simply doesn't fear it anymore. In the end, her magic is versatile and perhaps more useful than 'making a campfire' or 'setting a soldiers tent on fire'.

Her weapons are burnt and dark looking from her use of these magics and she's replaced them multiple times.

Elk is also a talented climber and sorta-acrobat. She fights dirty and quickly. She may not be able to go toe-to-toe with someone who has a giant shield and a sword, but she would be able to, perhaps, turn it in her favour. Heavy plate mail can be heated to dangerous degrees.

She's talented with knives, axes, daggers. Nothing too big or not 'intuitive' to how she lives except for the long bow. Elk is constantly making new longbows to use, them being simply too long to carry around with her. And, besides she wears no metal armor, she is capable of being very quiet and it makes for easily ending her targets.

Elk's treasured possessions are a few knifes she keeps on her person made of Friend's previous antlers after his mating season has ended. She does not heat these up, instead using them for simple murders.

Relationships
Friend - Friend is her 'pet' moose. While not herd animals, Friend was found by her after her parents were taken to the mage camps, and it was more like she wouldn't leave him. Friend is about 10 or 11, fully grown and depending on the time of year, has a large set of horns that she totally doesn't ever hang stuff on. As a wild animal who has grown up with her, he tolerates her presences but sometimes wanders off. Elk tracks him and sorta goes with him. Sometimes he listens.

Friend looks like an average brown moose, he's about 6'1 at the shoulders and she has to literally climb up him to ride him. Elk knows he simple tolerates her but sometimes, if she's gone too long, she can find him wandering around where they last were together.

History
When the mage camps became a real thing, Elk's parents were taken. Going by a different name then, her birth name she was young, Elk did have a happy childhood, not understanding just what was going on. In the name of the Grand Duke, they said. Of course, her parents expecting foul play, sent their daughter into the woods. Having grown up in a little village she'd been taught to hunt, to fish. How to survive in the wild should she ever accidentally wander too far.

All she really remembers from that night is fire. Their homes set ablaze just in case someone returned. It scared the animals. The soldiers were mean and Elk cemented that into her memory. Soldiers were bad. They killed. Which meant, in turn, they deserved to be killed. It was the day after that she found Friend, a long legged, knock kneed calf in the bushes. His mother's body having been killed in what cross fire there was and Elk coaxed him up and away.

Together, the calf and the child grew. Some times were hard. The first winter nearly killed them but they learned. Elk was a fast learner and it was the first spring after she'd killed her first soldier. Just on his lonesome. An insignia on his chest that she recognized. It was easy to press her hands to his face, make him scream, then burn his insides. Elk would never forget how it smelled - which is mostly why she switched to knives. and bows.

It wasn't giant raids. As they grew, Elk would pick off wayward soldiers. Set arrows on fire and shoot them into tents. In a way, she helped the stigma against mages but she didn't care. She had two of the only things she cared about in the world with her and the rest of it could burn. Now, very capable of living in the forest, she has a decent number of kills under her belt and all Elk wants is more.


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