- Winter, aptly named for her white locks, was a priestess and an all-together spiritual woman by trade. She did her best to help people and guide them, but her spiritual powers could only go so far when vain people refused to listen. Of course, she always tried her best, and was often appraised by others for her accomplishments at her young age.
Currently, she was in a village that was bright and beautiful, and she was taking a walk close to the town's marina. It was definitely beautiful this time of year, and the bells in her hair jingled softly as she walked. A soft smile graced her lips as her blue eyes glanced about, taking in the sights and sounds of everything. There was one thing about her (besides her odd clothing) that definitely made people stop and stare, and that was her long white locks. She was born with the white hair, and seeing it as a holy sign, her parents sent her to live in a holy temple.
As she walked, the stillness and serenity of the village were suddenly disturbed as a large bang sounded, a fire breaking out in the the distance. Eyes narrowing in disgust, she figured out what was going on and rushed to the scene. 'Most definitely pirates....' she thought, pulling her bow off of her back and pulling and arrow from her quiver. She paused in the area with the most pirates running around, assessing the damage. Frowning, she stealthily made her way back to the pirate ship, seeing a small crowd gathered up on the deck. Scaling the ship, she his amongst the villagers until she found a place where she could take a clear shot. Pulling back the bowstring, eyes still narrowed, she shot towards what looked to be the captain, making sure the arrow went straight by his face and into the wood behind him. "Next time, I won't miss." she said, voice low as she drew another arrow.



















