Physical Description:
-Hair- Platinum blonde, twisted on the back in a Grecian coil, with long pony tail end falling on her back
-Eyes- Black
-Height- 173 cm
-Weight- 55 kg
-Appearance- Wears a silver sabrina shirt which is doubled by a matte black leather corset on her torso, and falls like thin draperies to her upper thigh. A pair of semi-tight black, cotton pants covered her slim legs, as a comfortable flat-heeled boots protected her feet
Mental Condition / Personality: Distant, yet unecessarily closed, or restricted in emotions. Able to communicate in a friendly way if requested, and somewhat an expert at sarcastic jokes
History: Born as a result of the love story between a
Winger father, and a Human mother had given Fycta both
sides of te coin. Physically, she is at her very
advantages, with enhanced super speed and agility, to
match a typically versatile persona for any other
additons. On the other hand, not being cleared about
what she is, caused neither the Wingers or Humans to
be willing to accept her existence among them, and
thus, forced both her parents to locate a new place
for them to raise Fycta. They found a haven amongst
the Kobolds up until she reached twelve, with means of
livelihood coming from her father's mercenary days,
and her mother's inn bussiness
At age thirteen, a report that says her father's
status as MIA brought her mother to disbelief, and
determination in finding him and brought him home
herself. Producing no other option for her to leave
Fycta behind with their Kobolds friends, she left her
daughter with a lucky pendant, and the warmest hug
ever
Waiting for years about her parents' return forced
Fycta to accept an existing fact that they're both
still alive. At age fifteen she crumbled all her hopes
down, and decided to make a living of her own with
everything she got. Fycta left Two Rivers for a series
of intense physical training, only to come back to the
world as an extremely good mercenary, with her face
being always covered by a black mask with a strange
picture of a butterly embossed on its surface whenever
she's in the middle of working
