Name: Denise
Age: 16
Appearance: 5'5 feet tall, and 110 lbs. Dark red hair that fails to just blow the shoulders. Held back with a white headband. Wears typical War Cleric armor with a light blue dress with white accents.
Personality: Shy, but friendly and helpful.
Origin: In a village named Melheim in the Outrealms.
Bio: Lived an ordinary life in Melheim and took to Clergy work when she was a little girl. Began to sense something wrong going on in the Outrealms and decided to take a journey.
Race: Human
Class: War Cleric (Level 20)
Uses: Axes (Level B) and Staves (Level A)
Asset and Weakness: Speed and Luck
Equipment: Advent (forged Bolt Axe), Mend, Ward, and some Vulneraries.
Skills: Armsthrift, Limit Breaker, Renewal, Galeforce, Miracle
"Phew, what a walk."
Denise sat down on the dirt road she was walking on, taking a swig of water from her pouch as she did. It had been a week since she started out on her journey, trying to figure out the source of darkness she felt over the Outrealms. Not many knew of the Outrealms, but she did. At first, she was hesitant about leaving, as she had been tending to her ill parents. However, they were feeling well by now and gave her many blessings for her trip. She smiled at the thought.
She wasn't ill prepared, as she was a War Cleric, so she had decent armor on. She was given a forged Bolt Axe, which she called Advent, which took advantage of the magical prowess she was gifted with at birth. She always had a talent with magic, although she wasn't into anima spells or anything.
Anyway, after she left her village, she had traveled to the outskirts, where she came across a towering blue gate, obviously an Outrealm Gate. She had traveled through it to this realm, pull of wide and open plains. She wasn't sure what it was called though, but she hoped she would find out soon.
"Well, time to hit the road again." she said to herself as she packed her stuff again.