Blythe
Blythe at first only appears to be a ghostly figure. Her pale face, now even paler because of her change, is framed by raven black hair, which is so fine it resembles silk. It falls down to about shoulder length, showing no ripples as it falls; it’s completely straight. Her eyes are a tawny color, always suspicious of everyone and thing, and also observing something most people can’t see, the spirits of the dead (Her magic talent). Around her thin body fall long black robes, tied tightly at her waist by a strip of black cloth.
She stands average in height for a 15 year old, neither taller nor shorter than most children her age. Though she is considered a child, she acts like a grown adult, never indulging her self in things other children would cherish.
She clings to the night and shadows, and is very mysterious and quiet. Since she trusts almost no one, little is known about her. She wanders from place to place, calling nowhere home. Now, with her, she carries a thick, black cloak to protect her from the sunlight when it’s necessary for her to go out during the day.