Aurora a été un peu secouée quand Alex a remis sa capuche en place et l'a tapée. Inattendument, c'était bien d'être patté et pétri, peut-être qu'elle a enfin compris ce que Luna ressentait quand elle l'a pétri.
Mais sa distraction n'a été que peu vécue alors que le propriétaire de l'auberge s'approchait des invités et s'éloignait de Luna du comptoir. Bien sûr, étant un animal sauvage, Luna ne l'a pas très bien pris. En montant sur les épaules d'Aurora, elle gronda au propriétaire du bar alors qu'Aurora bégayait un peu sans défense.
"Je suis désolé, monsieur. Je ne savais pas. Luna ne voulait pas salir votre comptoir. Et concernant le coût de la bouteille de boisson alcoolique, si l'or n'est pas suffisant pour couvrir le coût de la bouteille, je suis en mesure de payer en fourrures."
Elle a pointé vers le sac à dos qui s'appuyait sur le comptoir qui semblait impossible pour elle de le porter.
« J'ai des fourrures de haute qualité, comme des fourrures d'ours glacés et des fourrures de loup arctiques, pour autant que j'aie entendu, des fourrures très rares. Je les ai rassemblés moi-même afin de pouvoir vous assurer de la qualité d'eux. Quant à la raison de mon séjour dans votre demeure est que j'espère acquérir des outils pour construire des maisons et des outils pour construire et réparer ces outils, donc l'équipement de forgeron. Après plus de dix étés de migration et de vie nomade, j'ai l'intention de m'installer pendant un certain temps, bien que le ramassage des fourrures apporte beaucoup de valeur à mon métier. »
La capuche s'est glissée de nouveau révélant ses oreilles de renard une fois de plus. Mais cette fois, Aurora n'a pas paniqué. Au lieu de cela, elle a simplement enlevé son long manteau révélant de longues jambes minces, mais entraînées vêtues de collants surmontés d'une jupe de plaid sous laquelle une queue de renard à fourrure blanche s'est évanouie. Tous les vêtements ont été faits par elle-même, bien sûr.
"Si ça ne vous dérange pas, je préférerais ne pas avoir à couvrir mes mutations. Néanmoins, j'ai entendu dire que certains prêtres pourraient vouloir m'exécuter comme je le prouve de tout ce qui ne va pas dans ce monde. Une mutation causée par la mort criante... c'est ce que je suis. Si vous voulez encore m'héberger, je serais honoré. Si vous ne souhaitez pas ma présence dans votre établissement, je comprends et je suivrai votre jugement immédiatement », a déclaré sa voix glaciale froide comme elle avait son sang-froid dans ses propres mains.
Pourtant, sa voix semblait un peu hostile, bien que vous ne le sachiez peut-être jamais, car sa voix glaciale ne contenait souvent aucune émotion.
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...