Aurora
Des déchets au nord de la ville côtière d'Urenda, une figure solitaire apparaissait encore couverte dans les restes de la tempête de neige dans la nuit. C'était une fille seule qui s'approchait de l'aire de répartition des tours de guet de la ville. La neige s'accroche encore à son manteau et à son capot lentement soufflant en raison du vent fort venant d'une direction ouest. Ce n'est qu'après qu'elle s'est approchée que le garde a pu voir le renard blanc suivre la fille. C'était une vue des plus merveilleuses et une de beaucoup de grâce et de beauté. Non pas que la fille qui se dirigeait vers la porte ait même essayé activement d'évoquer de tels sentiments.
Pour ceux qui sont nés avant la Grande Descendance, elle a porté un sentiment de paix et de solennité des jours passés. Pour certains gardiens, il aurait pu ressembler à un ange venu les bénir.
Mais tous ces sentiments magiques se sont rapidement évaporés alors que la fille s'approchait assez pour que l'œil voie assez de détails. C'était juste une jeune nomade vêtue d'un manteau de fourrure blanche. Seule la capuche qu'elle a continué à mystifier la figure qui s'approchait.
Peu de temps après, comme les premiers rayons matinaux du soleil dim transperçaient les blancs des cieux, la jeune fille se tenait devant les portes d'Urenda.
"Je demande à entrer dans cette ville." Une voix calme, mais glacée, a été expulsée sous la couverture de son capot.
"Quel est ton nom, fillette? Soulevez votre capot, pour qu'on voie votre visage.", l'un des gardes à la porte a répondu avec sérieux.
Lentement et doucement, la fille a retiré sa capuche juste assez loin pour qu'on puisse juste voir son visage et quelques brins de cheveux blancs-neige danser dans son visage. "Aurora.", a-t-elle simplement déclaré, pas d'émotions audibles dans sa voix encore glaciale.
Les gardes ont clairement débordé non seulement par la beauté de ce visage, non pas parce que c'était le visage inébranlable d'une princesse, mais parce qu'il montrait les difficultés de sa vie d'une manière qui conservait encore la beauté naturelle de l'elfin, mais aussi à cause de sa fermeté inébranlable devant les gardes qui étaient habituées aux filles de son âge apparent ayant peur de toutes sortes de soldats.
Enfin, l'un des gardes a réussi à sortir un "D'où venez-vous, de quoi vous occupez-vous ici?".
Pour la première fois dans cette courte conversation, les émotions étaient visibles sur le visage d'Aurora. Un petit sourire s'est formé sur son visage alors qu'elle pointait vers le nord.
"Je vis dans les déchets et j'ai besoin de matériel pour construire une maison. J'ai l'intention de vendre des fourrures et d'acheter des outils ici."
Le gardien satisfait ouvrit la porte et laissa la fille entrer où elle se dirigea vers l'auberge locale. Le renard, pendant ce temps, l'avait rampé dans le dos et s'était assis sur son épaule droite maintenant juste au-dessus du sac à dos géant qu'elle portait.
En entrant dans l'auberge, elle passe devant tous les buveurs matinaux et s'assit sur un tabouret du bar en plaçant son sac à dos géant à côté. Avec un joli sourire, qui frapperait le cœur des gardes antérieurs qui ne l'ont vu que des mimiques gelées auparavant, elle a cambriolé le renard sur son épaule.
"Entretien, j'aimerais passer la nuit dans votre noble établissement. Y a-t-il des chambres gratuites pour une fille comme moi?", elle demanda calmement sur le bruit du bar, sa voix glaciale, cependant était suffisante pour percer à travers la calamité autour d'elle.
Il a dit que l'aubergiste a hurlé et lui a demandé d'attendre un certain temps à cause de la situation du client dans l'auberge.
L'excès de temps qu'elle avait, Aurora regardait autour d'elle faisant un léger arc de sa tête vers le nain à côté d'elle.
Pourtant, ça peut avoir l'air idiot puisque l'auberge était assez chaude, mais Aurora n'a toujours pas complètement enlevé son capot.
Name: Aurora 
Age: 19 
Race: Frost Elf
Appearance:  Aurora's looks really do honour her name. Her face is soft graced by pale blue eyes, but very obviously of elven origins, aka not round but more vertically elongated with a pointed chin. Framing the face is a mighty mane of hair white as snow topped off by two, also white, fox ears. This mighty mane of hers extends down to her hips and will look extremely graceful when the wind is blowing. From her tailbone, though, extends a soft, long, flowing fox's tail with white fur.
Since Aurora lives even farther in the north than most of the survivor, in the deep, deep snow, she usually wears very warm winter coats. In the rare moments she actually wanders into villages, she will pull up the hood of the coat to hide her ears, as she feels like it will make her seem like a demon child or something.
One of the less visible facts of her biology are the fangs in her mouth, which are normally only visible when her mouth is sufficiently open.
Her statue is small, at 4'10", and lithe, but at the same time she has a robust look to her, someone who can withstand the woes of this world.
Personality: As Aurora grew up almost completely alone since her 10th summer, she is awkward with social interactions and seems shy. but if she warms up (pun intended!) to somebody she can be quite cheerful. Despite her innocent appearance she is quite the trickster and will often try stuff on people to get a nice laugh out of them. Combining her skills with traps and her "stealthiness", she makes for one fearsome trickster and prankster.
Due to her time in the wilds she doesn't seem scared of anything but the fear of not having an arrow ready to be shot. 
Morality / Religion: Aurora frequently prays to Sylsetria, especially before and after a hunt. She doesn't care that she is a weak goddess. Completely convinced that Sylsetria is the goddess responsible for her continued survival so far, she is absolutely sure she wants to give the goddess more power over the world to turn it beautiful once again. Another task she relegates to Sylsetria is her usual prayer before any bout of combat "Let my aim be true." Since she hasn't been brought up will all elvish traditions and stories about the gods, she made Sylsetria a goddess of hunting and archery for her.
Biography:Aurora's parents were nomads. Not hit particularly heavy by the Great Descent at first, her mother had been pregnant with her when the Creeping Death made both her parents sick. Exposed to a high dose of divine magic as well as the sickness, the embryo mutated and developed traits of the arctic fox. Despite her parents slowly dying, slowed even further due to their hardy elven genes, Aurora seemed very healthy and unaffected by the Creeping Death. As her parents slowly wandered even further north into the icy and snowy regions of the desolate, but uncorrupted lands of the mountainous tundra. There her parents died, but not before teaching the 10 year old elfin a few necessary tricks to survive in the coming winter.
During the following 9 years almost absolutely nothing of interest happened to Aurora except that she learned to survive under hostile environmental circumstances as well as reading and writing from books that she managed to find in abandoned villages, which were left more than a century ago due to a huge storm that apparently had destroyed all their valuable farming land for a couple of years. Nowadays, however, the climate was too cold for wheat to grow and so Aurora was always on the move, sometimes not meeting another sentient being for months. And so she had only animals to keep her company. After a while Aurora managed to "befriend" a female arctic fox, which she seemed to understand a bit, mostly due to her animal traits. After a few more of such incidents, she found a way to, if not talk, then communicate with the more intelligent animals, but also not all of them. Maybe the ones she could talk to were also mutations caused by the creeping death, was her only logical explanation.
A month before she made her way to Urenda, Aurora finally decided to settle down somewhere in the fertile area of the tundra and to try farming for once. For this, though, she needed tools. Tools to build a home and tools to build new tools used for farming and maybe even husbandry.
From her visits to minor villages, she had heard about the town of Urenda where she hoped to gain everything to build herself a new life, without the judgmental eyes of the humans, elves or dwarfs. 
Other Notes:Nothing for now.
Class: Ranger/Trapper
Combat Style:In her few encounters with lesser shadows, she always tended to stay out of range and rely on careful planning of the battlefield laying out traps and, out of stealth, sniping the sometimes nonexistent heads off the shadows with her repertoire of several different kind of arrows. If it does come down to close quarters combat, she hacks away at enemies with her axe made with Norse elvin steel.
Weapons / Tools:Bow and different kinds of arrows, all self assembled (Arrow types include flammable arrows, exploding arrows, poisonous arrows, arrows with hardened tips able to pierce armour, arrows with hook-tips and other, rarer types which she will only assemble when needed)All sorts of accessories used to build traps Her trusty axe made out of old Norse elvin steel
Skills / Natural Abilities:Keen Senses, i.e improved hearing, due to her animal ears and improved sightSneaky stealthiness, as in, she learned how to not be seenRacial ability: Create sparks to light fires
Spells / Magical Abilities: Semi-magical connection to animals
General Equipment:Always carries around a stash of furs and rare herbs which she can sellHer "crafting equipment", aka carving knife and her "sewing kit"Basically her house, since she's a nomad, with fur tent and bedrolls all in her backpack, which is more of a sledge/cart.
Miscellaneous:N/A
I don't know if I'm done yet, but I ask to excuse any mistakes. It is 6:30 am, been working on this since 2:30am... including distractions...