Slightly outdated art of Flo drawn by yours truly.
Full Name: Florence Melissa Strider
Height: 5'8" (172.72cm)
Nationality: Stormwind (Westfall)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Languages Known: Common (Fluent), Darnassian(Broken), Thalassian (Moderate), Orcish (Moderate), Dwarven (Broken), Taur-ahe (Broken)
Professions/Skills: Novel-writing (Knowlegeable), Medicines/First Aid (Basic)
Florence stands at a somewhat tall 5'8", possessing a lithe and toned frame built for agility and stamina rather than brute strength. She is a distance runner at best more than a sprinter, and so she keeps herself fit and healthy in order to maintain her stamina. Decently attractive, yet certainly not anyone that will be turning heads, the Huntress has a full head of rosy auburn hair that she keeps bound back out of her face in a messy ponytail, reaching down to her shoulders on the rare occasion that she does let it flow loose. Her features are relatively sharp and avian, a thin and somewhat pointed nose sitting beneath a pair of glasses, black with a green trim.
Framed behind the lenses of her glasses are a pair of abnormally bright, almost sickly green eyes, more akin in appearance to a Sin'dorei's eyes rather than a human - a lingering effect of the Huntress' past. The majority of the time while she is out and about, she looks quite the rugged individual, two scars present on her body, the first of which across her left cheek, and the second of which marking a previous stab-wound across her stomach.
While she rarely shows it off openly, one of the most interesting aspects of Florence's appearance is the large black rune, or what remains of it, that is carved into the skin of her right shoulder. To those who would be knowledgeable in such matters, the rune clearly looks demonic in origin; thankfully however, the tattoo seems to be drained of any power that it once held, and is torn to the point that it looks like Florence mutilated herself trying to be rid of the thing.
Whether out in the wild or in the middle of a city, Florence generally only feels comfortable while wearing her armour. Consisting of a set of leather leggings, belt, shoulder-length gloves and cuirass, bracers and gloves, each piece is lightly plated with scale-mail, sacrificing some of the protection a full set of mail armour would offer for the sake of mobility while out and about. On the rare occasions she does not wear her armour she keeps things simple and casual, donning a sleeveless jacket, boots and leggings. What she will absolutely never part with however is her cloak, made up of fur-lined leather with an attached hood made of green dragon-scales. The cloak and hood both look painstakingly hand-crafted - evidently, it was by no means cheap.
Along with these garments is of course her equipment. She carries around a medium-sized leather satchel carried over her shoulder on a sling along with a longbow that she designed herself. Across the back of her waist is a scabbard, holding a simplistic bastard sword, single-edged with two hitches on either side of the weapon allowing her to catch an opponent's weapon. Lastly of course is her knife, a simple tool that she keeps strapped to her belt.
Stoic at the best and worst of times with those she is not familiar with, Florence often seems to be a woman of few words, not having much else to say other than jokes at someone else's expense. This seeming lack of empathy can make her cold and unapproachable to many - indeed, unless it is a clarification in order to prove herself the most knowledgeable of a chosen subject, it is rare to hear her say anything other than puns and jokes. This of course makes it difficult for others to trust her, and all the more difficult for her to trust others.
Often well out of the gaze of the public, she carries a lot of worries in her mind that she seeks to carry on her own. Stubborn and prideful to a fault, she will usually vehemently deny the aid of friends and other individuals with anything and everything, from the most menial and everyday task to the most crucial of undertakings. Her pride stems from a fierce intellect and a fiery temper, both of which she often forgets to keep in line. These two factors, coupled with her general lack of faith in the intelligence of others, can often make her butt heads with people and even get into fights.
For her, respect is something to be earned rather than expected, a mentality that she has carried ever since her childhood. As a result she possesses a general dislike of authority, more anarchist than orderly, straying outside of the law when necessary - morality is more of a grey concept for her rather than a simple black and white outlook. The faction war and the inevitably racist concepts that fuel it are another area of particular distaste for her. She tends to walk the line of neutrality, believing the war and the warring factions themselves to be overall pointless - as a result, she will normally fight for her own values, or indeed whoever is paying her the most if need be, forgoing most conflicts entirely.
To those she trusts however Florence can be friendly, even affectionate at times, showing an unusual degree of care and loyalty towards her friends that is often hidden beneath her rough exterior. Certainly knowing how to take a joke, humour is something that definitely comes easily to her and something she often shares with her friends, for better or worse.
Bio is a WIP as always, constructive criticism greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading!