Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190504234845

The figure emerged from the storm, the distortion lessening as it drew close, and took the shape of a petite, slim woman with an unimpressive build. She wore plates of armor on her chest, shoulders, and at her back, and little at her arms or legs, although the knees and elbows of her outfit seemed to be reinforced, and her boots were sturdy looking. Her hood was down, the tough winds pulling her short hair in wild directions, exposing the burn scar that marred on half of her face. If the biting dirt bothered her, she didn't show it.

She flexed her right hand, opening and closing her glove, as she came to a stop twenty meters out from Paul. Her eyes were squinted against the storm, and see seemed unable to make out the features of anyone but him. "Do I know you?"