A Female ---> Terra

Terra was the odd child in her village. Women were taught to be quiet and almost invisible in a crowd. Men were the only ones allowed to raise their voices, to wield a blade and say anything worth any merit in public. Their duties were in the house: teaching the children, making more children, cleaning, and cooking. Men were not particularly good at that trait, seeing as they were raised to hunt and provide the minute they were able to walk and talk.

The raven haired beauty, however, was raised to defy such a custom. Her mother had died while giving birth while her father was not the most accepting when it came to having a daughter. He had wished for a son, a strong lad to go hunting in the forest with him. But a daughter... she was only good enough to place food on the table. Now that he was single, though, he had other women lining up to wed him.

The daughter, **** for attention from her father, trained herself in the ways of fighting. Hand to hand combat was not her favorite, nor was she that good at it since no boy would spar her. Instead, she taught herself to strike swiftly with a handcrafted bow. Her eyesight was sharp and her hearing was quite keen. Those two traits alone made her an excellent marksman.

Her father acknowledged her when she proved that she had potential as his offspring by killing a passing deer in the woods. From then on, he took the girl hunting and treated her like the son he never had.

He disappeared one night while out hunting, Terra too busy skinning their latest kills to accompany him. It was from then on, she had to fend for herself.

A woman now, she is a lithe creature with a lean and tight figure. Her black hair is long, but kept tied in a long braid to her back while her eyes gleam an unnaturally blue shape. Her skin was dark from long hours in the sun, though many would state it was from always getting dirty during her hunts. Her height was still pretty short, coming in at a nice five feet and two inches high. There were two things that she was never quite fond of. Her breasts, though quite ample at a nice size of oranges (B cup), were not the large things that got some men interested. Her hips were also too wide in her opinion. She had a small figure but her hips stretched outwards, allowing her butt to look bigger than it actually was. Her old boyfriends called her "curvy" but that really didn't make her feel any better about them.

This night, we find our heroine taking a night patrol in order to watch for any burglars in the area. Rumors had spread from Fensir from the East, reaching her small town of Wiggins, that thugs were ransacking villages in the area and some women were found missing in the aftermath.

The other young men of the town told her not to be alone after dark, but she merely told them to sod off before she tosses them to the wolves. But now that the full moon was out and the chilly wind brushed against her skin... she felt uneasy.