A militaristic heart beats and rumbles under the ivory toned skin of a Human. A simpleton of the war field, this being lurks in battle, striving for vengeance. Though her statue is small, her strength and determination suggest otherwise. She stands an average height of Five foot Six, with a healthy weight of One-hundred and Fourty pounds. Though, let not her looks deceive. With every war beat fumbles a flaw. Her attitude upon the field is far different then her daily one. When in battle, the woman hollers the call and runs to her allies aid. A helpful hand always in tact to heal and mend the wounded with skills she's learned over time. Though, the light will always be at hand, another type of mending may be required. With the simple skills of a house wife, she'll stitch and wrap wounds whe