Bryanna Fletcher

A woman, of average height and slim build. She has bright blond hair, and a kind smile. Her eyes are a sea green and her lips full. A fun woman to engage with, and resourceful in her ways.

Description
"'A woman, stunning in appearance and wit.' - Luke Tyndall"Of average stature, standing at only 5'8" the woman is hardly an imposing figure to any who would stop to speak to her. She has light flowing blond tresses, if seen in either the right sun or moon light one would say it even shines and glints. Her eyes are a sea green, often looking out at crowds with suspicion and caution. She bears a small cross of a scar below her left eye, clearly old and faded. She has full lips, often seen grinning like a wild woman. Her jawline is well defined, though pointed slightly. She is clearly very slim, maybe even somewhat malnourished by the looks of her.

Very slim, that's how most would describe her. Perhaps 100 lbs, if not less than that. She has light layers of muscle all over her body, keeping clearly in well physical condition. She has little to show in her bust, though she doesn't seem to care about her perceived feminism. Her entire right arm is missing, replaced instead with a prosthetic of her own creation. The whirring contraption shows her expertise in engineering, and in robotics. The arm contains an entire blade that extends just over a foot from her wrist where the blade protrudes.Her left arm is mostly intact, though her hand has too been replaced by a prosthetic one. This goes just to her wrist in length. Her pointer finger there holds a small barrel as though to fire a gun, her palm containing a magazine for nine millimeter rounds, twelve bullets are in the magazine.

Her legs are long, attributing to most of her meager height. They are well toned, clearly used to running long distances and carrying heavy loads. Her rear is much like her bust, not much to look at. Due to her lithe build overall, it gives her the much needed mobility to jump from roof to roof and to pursue those she would be found chasing.

Personality
"'Fun, witty, dangerous, and in general a good bit of fun.' - Jason 'Osprey' Royal"A cautious person by nature, she doesn't take easily to new people. Rather, she gives an aura of strength and attempts to be rather imposing with all those new she meets. On the inside she is rather fun and friendly as a person, loyal to her friends, to the point of nearly killing herself to keep them from danger or harm. She is extremely naive in most social situations, and despite her bristly outlook at first, she may be too trusting for her own benefit. As she is younger than she may seem, she lies about her age, often claiming to be twenty one years of age. Due to her rampant lies to those she meets, she has developed a slight problem with it. There are very few who she has divulged her actual age, and even less who she can't lie to. She does her best at all times to be kind and helpful to those she meets, though she often fails at this as she many times doesn't know the best way to help those she does meet. She has a sense of humor, and a quick wit, often keeping up with the best of them.

Apparel
"'Armed to the teeth, decked to the nines, prepared for everything.' - Steven Brick"

Combat Armor
Lacking a helm or a hood to protect her head, she displays her face for all to see without a second thought in her mind. Her armor is a thick leather, red in hue and cut well in some places. Below the leather is a layer of mithril chain mail used for extra protection. On her belt hangs a small grappling gun, with a range of near to 100 meters. She seems completely devoid of weapons, though that isn't the case ever. The only other things adorning her belt are four magazines for the gun in her prosthetic hand.

Casual Wear
In her casual wear, she is much less imposing, or seemingly ready for battle. Though, don't let that fool you, she is very combat ready and prepared to fight any and all who would come to challenge her should that arise. Otherwise, she is in a white linen shirt, with a medium brown leather vest as well as brown leather trousers. On her belt is only one reload for the gun in her hand, though her grappling hook is missing, it has been replaced by a small book that has the appearance of a journal.

Formal Wear
Her formal wear, something few will ever see. She would be seen in a dark black dress, missing her belt or any reloads for her hand pistol. The dress is strapless, and leaves her back bare down to a point at the small of her back. The only thing that would seem out of place would be her prosthetic pieces, jarring heavily against the sleek silk of her dress.

History
(WIP)