Peu importe ce qu'il a fait, Brax n'a pas pu vaincre ces deux-là. Ils avaient l'air d'une proie si faible et facile. Il n'avait jamais mal jugé quelqu'un. Sa prochaine attaque a été bloquée de nouveau et le garçon a frappé un poing dans son estomac. Le coup lui a fait souffler le vent et l'a mis à genoux alors qu'il essayait de sucer dans l'air. Le garçon a peut-être été fort, mais c'était un lâche, évitant le coup de feu. "Arrête-moi, bon sang." L'homme sifflait entre les souffles. "Tu as pris tout le reste, autant prendre ma vie." Il n'a même pas eu la peine d'essayer d'attraper sa hache, qui était tombée de sa main quand il s'était mis à genoux.
Name: Emara
Gender: Female
Age/Birthdate: 19 (June 9, 462)
Appearance:

Emara is a petite girl, standing at only 5' 3" and weighing barely 100lbs. She has short silver hair, dusky blue eyes, and a fair complexion. She can usually be seen wearing the outfit in the picture, more often than not with the hood up.
Background/Personality Blurb: Emara is the daughter of Brax. Her mother passed away shortly after she was born, and the man did his best to raise her by himself. They were poor, extremely poor, sometimes going days without a good meal. That's when Brax turned to banditry in an attempt to feed his daughter. Because of that Emara saw things growing up that nobody that young should have to see. So she's more okay with death and violence than most people. Though it scares her that she no longer feels anything when she has to take a life. She's loyal, but will not hesitate to question authority if she is against something that they do. Which is why she left her father in the first place, because something changed in him and he would no longer listen to reason. It crushed her to do so, but it was something that had to be done.
Class: Thief