Arielen

Arielen, of real name Yelena Isayev, is an unaligned werewolf struggling to remain in control of her bloodthirst and supernatural rage. Canifian runaway, she's fled as far as she possibly could from the place she once called home.

Appearance
Boasting the lean figure of a martial artist, the woman presents an imposing figure standing at roughly 6'1" interlaced with a feral grace. Carrying herself with the meditative readiness that betrays many a year of intensive training, her gaze is focused, bearing a concentrated wariness that threatens to trip hostile. Her hands are calloused and scarred, fingers crooked and bent from too many years of fighting without properly binding her hands.

The rhythm of her steps is somewhat jagged, accented with a light limp, the source of which can be traced back to what is likely a problem with her left knee.

Dark-haired with sharp traits featuring high, prominent cheekbones, her eyes are of a vivid, unsettling green standing out all the more because of the ivory pallor of her skin and the dark shade of her hair.

Permanently clad in close-fitting heavy leather, her armor is designed to turn most light blades but wouldn't do much against a bolt or a blunt weapon. An observant person might note that her armor seems to be somewhat padded at the shins. Over her equipment, she wears a heavy coat boasting many pockets filled with trinkets. The only weapons she bears are fighting knives worn in sheathes at her ribs, the boot knife strapped to her well-worn, good quality boots seems to be more of a utility tool more suited for dressing a kill or cutting tree limbs.

Background
Easy to find and easy to hear about in some circles, the Werewolf is a known trouble-maker. Between cleaning out unfortunate gamblers in card games, fighting in illegal fighting circles and pulling shady jobs and supposedly working as a professional body-guard, she's rather blatantly on the legally-challenged side.

Combat and illegal activities are not so much of a profession to this woman and more akin to an entirely unkind passion or a very addictive escape from reality. Having long since shrugged off the shackles of shattered hopes and murdered dreams, she can be found roaming Ardougnian docks. Strongly preferring to roam during the evening, the rogue is rumored to be fully and functionally nocturnal, some even claiming that she can see in the dark! Likely is it simply a false rumor but it is one she has never seen fit to deny. In fact, she never denies any of the rumors concerning her.

What records there are of the woman detail a highly trained individual specializing in martial combat and knife-work, potentially happening to be former military or once a guardswoman. What has been recorded in official files is in parts both inaccurate and incomplete. What little has been agreed upon is that the woman has no known relatives and that she is likely systematically destroying her records and is a fairly non-confrontational, placid individual that will offer up false information if prompted.

Abiding by standard pirate code, she is rumored to have once been a pirate. As of yet, her heritage is unknown.

Personality
Once a vessel for a burning idealism, she is a sly cynic steeped in blood that is never quite cut down by the cruelty of life that has only served to reshape that idealism into a feral abandon that have seen more than a few people (and nearly herself) very, very dead. Relentless, driven and paranoid, she is prone to alienating those around her though seldom by device. Outwardly, she is calm and collected, a rather calculating individual that happens to be curious about everything. Honoring contracts and business deals no matter the employer, she is a creature of posterity, lies and detachment.

Her fondness of things seems to be reserved for cigarettes, knives and beating people up.