Name: Kaitlyn Rosa Marzol

Age: 21

Race: Human

Nationality: Argosan

Hometown: Hima Town

Occupation: Archivist

History: Born with a misshaped left hand, Kaitlyn spent her childhood shunned by those who should have been playmates and companions. This also restricted much of what Kaitlyn could do for her village as far as contributions go. Having been raised in a town full of scholars, Kaitlyn spent her adolescent years amongst the books and scrolls within the libraries of town. She absorbed any wisdom or stories that the passing scholars were willing to share. Because of her familiarity with the library archives, she eventually found work helping to keep things categorized and to help passing scholars locate the lore which they seek in town.

Kaitlyn has no formal training of any kind with weapons, nor does she enjoy violence in any form. It reminds her of the days when the other kids used to tease her, and push her around and bully her. She would much prefer to use her mind to escape a tricky situation than to tromp in using brute force.

Description: At first glance, she appears perfectly normal and quite attractive. Her sky blue eyes twinkle behind small, gold-trim glasses. Her long blonde hair flows down to her back, but is more often put up in some manner. She has a light scattering of freckles on her face and shoulders, showing quite clearly upon her pale white skin. Her smile is enchanting when seen, but is rarely shown except on rare occasions. She is far too preoccupied to be worried about such silly things as emotions, after all.

Her normal attire tends to alternate from simple dresses to flowing robes, depending on the day. She wears velvet gloves that extend nearly to her elbows, the color matching her current outfit. This helps to hide her deformity from first glance, although she is still unable to use her left hand for much of anything.

If there is one true girlish passion in her life, it would be shoes. She is in love with all the different types of shoes, although she tries to hide her passion while in public, opting for more simple boots and shoes when not barefoot. Her dream is to one day wear an elegant gown and dance the night away with a handsome young scholarly man.

This seems less likely as of late, as a recent mishap in a library shattered her right foot. She now wears a modified protective boot on this foot which enables her to walk, albeit slowly and with a very noticeable limp. This only goes to further her self image of being an outcast freak.

In spite of her loathing violence, she knows enough of the world to carry a small knife with her, concealed at all times.