2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?

Linblum Tavern was as lively a place as ever in the Industrial District. Most everyone was grouped together, enjoying a good drink with friends and patrons. The exception being a tall girl standing by herself at the bar.

She was somewhat of an oddity among them, wearing a blue set of armor and a lance strapped to her back. Not only that, but it was rare to see burmecians anywhere since the tragedy had dwindled their numbers so low. But, as such, she did catch the eye of one of the more lonelier (and drunken) patrons.

"Hey, you! " A dingy man wearing a bandana loped over to the girl, slurring a drunken greeting to her, "The name's Mike. Do you have a map? ... 'Cause I'm getting lost in your eyes here."

The burmecian girl glanced over at the man and rolled her eyes in disgust. The only men who bothered to, well, bother her, were always drunk out of their wits. She figured that no one ever truly found her attractive, especially due to the fact that she was one of the last of her kind.

"You kinda look like that Freya chick..." The man hiccuped and then put an unwanted arm around the burmecian's shoulders, "Not as pretty, but almoooost-"

"Piss off!" The girl shrugged out of his grasp and then roughly pushed the man away, causing him to tumble on the ground in a drunken heap. The tavern exploded in laughter and cheers, as the barkeep and the serving girl groaned simultaneously.

"Way to go, girly!"

"You showed that idiot! Harhar!"

Suddenly noticing that she was now the center of attention in the pub, the young burmecian girl immediately felt herself go stiff, and, in an act of flightyness, she quickly bolted out of the bar, shouting an apology to no one in particular. "S-sorry!!!"

The pub exploded in laughter once more and the sound of clinking glasses rang. Once it died down, the barkeeper glanced over at the man still sprawled on the ground. "Well, then. Guess this will be on your tab, Mike."

"Ughhh... I knew I shouldn't have bothered with that weirdo... " The man grunted and pushed himself up weakly. He then turned towards the barkeep and smiled in a dopey fashion. "She did have nice eyes though."