Your The Reason I Left-- Camilla

[Skylar Tyson]

So, he had made it to Barrove. Barrove was a nice city, concealed in years of rock and stone that even the toughest storms could not shatter. Mountain walls were the defenses this city had, large landforms that stroke fear into the hearts to visitors, discouraging even the bravest of heroes. Anyone who did come was either a local or monster, sometimes even both happened.
Skylar was just a local though, he was the shaman of Avarea but he had take. His leave for various reasons. He know longer cared what happened and he left the temple to search for a better suited environment. He was not yet a fully realized shaman but he was still rather formidable. He could take on anything and get away alive, although he wouldn't always win.

Skylar had visited his father and teacher in Garratow, sharing advice and words of inspiration to their lost pupil. Yes, Skylar was lost. People rejected him from the town he was raised in. No, the town just wouldn't have. Well, he would let them be. They did want him and they certainly didn't need him. He'd let the knights and warriors take care of that.
Skylar wasn't gonna change himself for the sake of the city, that was just selfish of them.

The shaman walked on. He wore a white coat that draped over his shoulders, under earth that he had a grey collared shirt with cuffs and a pair of dark jeans with black hiking boots. His hair was swept out of his face with the breeze and he looked ahead as he entered the town of Barrove. He kept walking, not stopping until he reached a small bench where heat sat down, setting his bag down as well. This would do.

Eventually the guy fell asleep, slunk forward and slumbering in the heat of the day.

[Camilla Pine]

Laying on top of a roof that covered one of the many houses, Camilla gazed at her wrist that were scared from the cuts she had inflected upon herself in her past life. The life that kept her in a temple surrounded by Shaman and serving them as they pleased. After being taken in since her family was all dead. Her father killed when he was serving his kingdom as a loyal knight. Her devil mother, along with her four older sisters burning in the fire that consumed her birth home and bringing it down to the ground. Spending eight years in the temple, Camilla found herself falling into deep darkness. Hiding her sorrow behind a mask of joy and laughter. Severing the Shaman to the best of her abilities and spending her free time listening to the screams and cry in her head. Her once long white hair was now short and uneven. Soft pale skin scared tainted.

After her leave of the place, Camilla came upon a rouge who was a half demon. She took a great liking to him and when traveling with him was attacked and infected by a cat beast and was transformed. Given cat like ears along with matching white fur tail. Long nails that were strong and sharp like claws. Small cat like fangs and yellow eyes with cat like pupils. Her personality changed. She was no longer a weak cowards, but a strong independent woman who feared nothing and took all risks. Doing dirty work for other half demons and stealing what she wished when she pleased. Camilla had changed for what she thought was the for the better.

Raising herself to her feet she fixed her black pants that hugged her legs and ended at her ankles showing her bare pale feet that had no shoes on them. Some of her stomach showed, as well as her arms, but her chest was covered with similar fabric as her pants, the shift going to her collar bone then stopping. Around her thin neck was a black leather choker necklace that had a silver bell on it, but it never made a sound. Around her waist, two belts full of throwing knives rested. On both of her legs were to sharp silver daggers that were elegantly decorated. On her left ear silver hops and a cross hung, new additions to her look. A long black cloak was swung over her shoulders and was buttoned.

Walking towards the edge of the roof she jumped down, swinging on a sign and gracefully landing on the ground without a struggle. Fixing her cloak so it covered her body and placed a shadow over her face, she stepped out of the dark alley she was in and into the crowd of people. She made no fuss and looked around for a meal to steal away from it's owners. She stopped when she saw a familiar man resting on a bench. Her yellow eyes looked at him intensely, wondering as to where she had seen him before. Slowly, she approached him and and crouched down, her hand appearing from the darkness of the cloak. Soft pale skin reaching for his chin and a soft gentle voice speaking, "Skylar is that you?"