My name is Cynica Arsina-Trissade...
"The things that hunt me are none of your conscern, but if you must know trouble follows me. I've been called many things; disaster incarnate, dark lady luck, bad side of the coin, whatever it's of no matter to me what frightened fools shout while avoiding my shadow. I tend to ride the wave just ahead of bad tidings and those with plans of their own, or simplistic ideals, haunt my path time and again. Really, there's no need to worry. Betwixt my arrows and my steel they shouldn't hinder our progress." Her eyes, green and luminescent, sparkle just a bit with a confidence earned. Dark tendrils of hair, broken by thorns and blades, touch the light tan of her face. One would not consider her half elf just by looking at her, the points of her ears were too rounded, her grace was well hidden behind the musculature of her body and the green black leather of her armor. But those eyes, they gave her away, bright and glorious even in the half light of the tavern.
A long sword swung on one hip, a gladious strapped to her lower back, and a short bow hung across a quiver on her back. One could tell they were as much a part of her as her arm, even more so than the thick braid of black hair that hung over her left shoulder. "Besides," she continued before the blonde man dressed in the high fashion of Central could say anything in return. "you need me. An army though you are, you can't deny that fact." She winked at the red head standing to one side in her red battle skirt and chainmail before downing her ale in one long swig. "So... Who are we screwing over this time?"
