Charlotte
average regular old human
22
Five feet and three inches tall, long blonde hair that goes to her waist, pale blue eyes
Street medic
Arya
Serval shifter
20
Five feet and seven inches tall, ambery hazel eyes, rather unkempt brownish black hair that goes down to her shoulders, usually is in a messy, half attempted bun
Random wanderer
average regular old human
22
Five feet and three inches tall, long blonde hair that goes to her waist, pale blue eyes
Street medic
Arya
Serval shifter
20
Five feet and seven inches tall, ambery hazel eyes, rather unkempt brownish black hair that goes down to her shoulders, usually is in a messy, half attempted bun
Random wanderer
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Arya:
Arya shivered to herself, fighting the urge to shift back into her serval form. The town she was heading to somewhat reluctantly, was getting closer. It would be complete lunacy to shift so nearby. Who knew what kind of paranoid people were there? It was also windy today, and, in her opinion, cold. She wrapped her scarf more securely over the lower part of her face, grumbling as she did so.
At least she could get a replacement for her coat there. The last one had been lost for a month or so after a frantic rush from the last town she was in. Grumbling, she trudged along, head downward and averting any passerby’s gaze, intent on a quick in and out.
Charlotte:
Absentmindedly twisting a bit of blonde hair that fell over her face, Charlotte sat in a small tavern. She was currently sorting out her bag of medical supplies. She worked as a traveling medic and finally had a moment to herself, not that she was complaining. Humming a little, she half sorted, half people watched.