Ailyn Matiu
Age: 20
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Whoever catches her eye, catches her eye.
Current Residence: Homeless
Relationship Status: Technically married
Social Status: Friendly neighborhood hobo
Physical Appearance
Height: 5’7
Weight: 167
Physique: Muscular but still keeps her feminine shape
Hair Color: Dark daaarrk brown
Scars: One large scar from her neck to her cheek
Hygiene: She can never seem to wash the smell of salt off of her. Constantly dirty from her travels.
Voice: She can’t help but talk like a sailor.
Personality
Likes: Freedom, exploring, meeting new people.
Dislikes: Not being able to do whatever she wants
Strengths: Physical strength, survival knowledge
Weaknesses: She just can’t seem to pick up on social cues
Fears: Commitment
Values: Freedom
Possesions
Wardrobe: Gods forbid she ever venture north or she’d freeze to death.
Jewelry: She wears a string of beautiful shells, pearls, scales, and teeth on her hip. Has an earring with an old seagull feather attached.
Always carries: Her old rusty trusty fishing rod. Her leather satchel that has all her essentials like a change of clothes and random things she’s found.