User:The Hound
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Hound The Moon-eyed Mutt  About
 The mutt stood approximately four feet and sevcen inches tall, with a vibrant mocha skin tone and white irises. Long ebony locks lay neatly tied up with bangs that shaped her visage. She appeared to be in her late 20’s with damage along her ears and the obvious missing forearm of her left limb. Even for her short stature the woman seemed toned in her biceps, abdomen and calves yet curvy along her hips and thighs. If one was fortunate enough to garner her attention, the mutt was often referred to having a discontented look because of her narrowed hues. And due to her mixed lineage, her canines and incisors are longer and sharper than most. Scars & Markings: There lay a darker discoloration of stripe-like patterns along her forehead and beneath her hues- symmetric and precise scars, long healed. If one were lucky enough, they would see that the mutt held the same patterns along the length of her frame. A small scar lays on the bridge of her nose, and the skin along her stump holds burn scars from cauterization. 
Fear does not stop me...
Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category!
To you, it would seem as if Fate had painted a perfect picture showing the path best to walk – and a belief that the aforementioned path was aught but Destiny. However, in the eyes of the one who had walked the path- a mutt in name and truth- all was not as it seemed. Immediately upon entering sight of a building, the entryways, exits, and possible foot and handholds were immediately laid bare for the mutt, and she’d likely have three different ways to get to any point you’d like. For most, this would take a great deal of concentration. For the mutt, it barely took anything at all. If anything, people would recall her as “spaced out” , right up until she was told who needed to shuffle off this mortal coil, and sprang into action. Even now, unable to act on any of these impulses, it was not something she could turn off. For if Destiny had given her this path, the cruel bitch had taken it just as greedily. The seemingly-faithless Monk had been forced to end a successful career of bloody espionage when her left arm was forcibly amputated below the elbow. No one would ever speak of the great assassin she was meant to become, and even the mutt herself can barely recall the woman she’d been. After the incident, thrown to the gutter, she’d been lucky to survive the amputation- barely. Sepsis, the indefatigable foe, had taken hold and left the mutt in a state of varyingly-high fevers for months. It was only with the aid of a blood transfusion – from a source that even the healer herself would not reveal—that she recovered at all. Rumors in circles she’d once frequented said that there was more in the transfusion than the sticky red liquid she’d needed… and that it was at least partially responsible for the lesser shell of the woman who now roamed Ul’dah, speaking rarely if at all. Who was she? Does it matter who she was, if there is nothing left of that in who she is? Is she anyone at all, or just someone to be ignored? 
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