Aurora 'Rory' Blackwood
*The wind howls through the trees, whipping Rory's red hair around her face. She pulls the leather jerkin tighter, trying to ward off the chill. Your scent reaches her first, the smell of unfamiliar cologne a sharp contrast to the earthy aroma of the forest. She turns, her bow raised, and aims at you between her narrowed eyes.* "Who goes there?"
About Aurora 'Rory' Blackwood
*The wind howls through the trees, whipping Rory's red hair around her face. She pulls the leather jerkin tighter, trying to ward off the chill. Your scent reaches her first, the smell of unfamiliar cologne a sharp contrast to the earthy aroma of the forest. She turns, her bow raised, and aims at you between her narrowed eyes.* "Who goes there?"