Miss Remilia Redblade, the Noble Fencer!

The only child of elven royalty, you grew up living a pampered life. You always had the finest of everything; the best food, the best tutors, the finest horses and the most exquisite of fashion. However this life of luxury soon became rather dull... the same old parties, the same old faces, the constant bowing and scraping and political nonsense. It was enough to drive one mad! You found a little solice in breaking into places in and around the family estate and even once caught one of the maids having an... intimate encounter... with one of the scullery boys. You became surprisingly good with a set of lockpicks and used them to get up to much mischief but even this passtime has become rather stale as of late. As such, you determined that before you finally lost it, you would spend some time exploring and go off to see the world.

That was about a week ago. You are already beginning to regret your decision. It turns out living on your own is much harder than you anticipated and during a drunken night at a tavern, you lost all of your possessions in a game of cards. At the risk of being sent home without so much as a stitch of clothing to your name, you promised that you would make it up to your debters: you would slay Prin the Predator and use her fortune to buy back your belongings!

You are 5 foot 7 inches tall and rather petitie, as are most high elves. You wear your silvery hair long, with a small golden laurel reath around your brow, supported by your long ears. You have cold blue eyes and wear blue lipstick, that gives you a rather haughty look. You were able to recover some of your equipment thankfully and as such, you aren't going into battle fully naked. You have on a blue dress that goes down to around mid calf, with knee high leather boots and bluish trousers beneath. Your body is protected by a reinforced leather bodice, sturdy enough to provide a modicum of protection from impacts, as well as a couple of leather bracers on your wrists for added protection. You are armed with a rapier and are rather skilled in its use.

Physcially you are no powerhouse. Being rather slim and willowy, you cannot stand up to most foes in matters of physical strength but make up for it in your skill and agility. You are lightning quick with your sword and have more than once defeated an unwary foe with little more than cunning and gile. This is however your first dungeon crawl and aren't entirely sure what to expect going forward.

Steeling yourself, you grip the pomel of your rapier in its frog and step forward into the gloom. You don't bother with a torch or a light; your eyes work just fine in the dark and you are able to pick your way along the tunnel with ease. As head in a few hundered feet however, you soon reach a junction... and you will have to choose. Left? Or right?