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I have no idea where Ana is, I'm a little sketched about the layout of the world.

Ana stumbled, falling to her knees as her hands flew out in front of her defensively. She managed to keep from hitting her face, but only just. Her palms protested as the hard gravel of the road bit into her skin, causing her to groan in frustration and pain as she pushed herself back to her feet, brushing her hands together in an attempt to erase the tingling.

The only sound around her was the grass, swishing and swaying in the gentle breeze. It had been hours since she had started running, judging by the height of the sun in the sky. She had run until her lungs had ached and her legs trembled, and then she walked. She wouldn't stop walking either, because no matter how far she got, it wasn't far enough from those bastards. Her eye pulsed, as though the memory of her captors could bring back the injuries they caused, and she pressed her still tingling palm to her bruised eye, wishing that whatever god there was would give her just an ounce of pity.

Am I really asking too much? She asked, adjusting the leather strap that held her most prized possession. She had made sure the bandit who held it was paid in full for his theft before she left. Just one hot meal, just one night in a comfy bed with no fleas and no rats. Speaking of fleas....she scratched her scalp, more then sure that while she didn't have any parasites crawling on her skin, she had more then a few in her hair.

Or maybe just a bar of soap. She pleaded with the invisible force of the universe. Just one lovely, simple, lice killing bar of soap.

The leather bound cover of the book dug into her waist, held there by a rope that wrapped around her thin frame. It was the one thing she had actually stolen from the bandits; she smiled as she remembered the thin, fine pages, the elegant script, the words just begging to be read.

Soon. She promised herself as she started walking forward again, her footsteps heavy. Soon.
A few more hours, and then she would rest.

Maybe.

said every guy ever.

I made the mistake of doing that. Ever heard of the rotator cuff? It turns out it's a f*cking b*tch and a half to injure that sucker. Ice Ice Ice.

Did I mention Ice? And enough ibuprofen to give yourself an ulcer.

On another less joking note I hope you recover quickly.

There's so many Fate Stay Night's on Hulu that I don't even know which one I'm supposed to watch.

(That's my excuse for not watching).

Name: Teliana
Alias: Ana
Age: 20
Gender: Female, obviously.
Appearance: Missing the ring finger of her left hand, scars covering the skin of her palms.

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Personality: Claustrophobic of large groups of people, prefers small towns and villages to the populations of larger cities. She has a sense of humor, and uses sarcasm often, but she truly cares for those she calls friends. She doesn't go out of her way to help others, but she doesn't mind giving a hand when it's on the way. Very paranoid.
Weapon: (Are you ready for this?)

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A scythe that stands as tall as she does, with the blade of equal weight of the staff. The staff itself is made of black lacquer wood, and the blade is made of iron. It curves in a sickle shape and has phrases carved into the blade. The blade itself is about three feet long.

Talents: She is a fast reader retaining most of what she reads very quickly, and a lovely voice with good sense of tone (good singer).
Goals: She would like to one day escape the paranoia that follows her, and find true peace.
History:

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Teliana was named for her mother's mother. Her father and mother loved her very much, and when she was three, they had a second little girl, Mela. They grew up in a small house on the edge of town, using a large plot of land to provide for themselves and give a little income. They bought their father a scythe for his birthday, an expensive piece made of iron. He treasured the gift so much he wouldn't use it, and hung it above the fireplace instead. When Teliana turned eight, their father went into town and never returned. Their mother tried to support her two daughters by doing the cooking and cleaning for the middle class of the town.

When Teliana turned fifteen she took a job at the local tavern in order to help her mother and sister. Mela attended school while her sister and mother worked, and the peaceful events went on until Teliana turned eighteen.

A stranger came to the tavern and took particular interest in Mela, who was visiting her sister. Teliana insisted on walking her sister home before returning to the tavern to help the owner close up. When she returned home, she found her mother and sister murdered by the strange man. Using the scythe she had bought her father, which still conveniently hung above the fireplace, she killed the man, buried her mother and sister, burned the house and left.

Plagued by a deep sense of paranoia, she miraculously survived along by herself, scavenging for food on the roadside and fending off bandits until she was taken captive. She only recently escaped her prison when the bandits were raided, using the confusion to break herself out. Now she's alone, left with the memories of her failures and her trauma.

Other: She might be a little f*cked up. And she stole a book from the bandits.
Hit Points: 21

Strength: 0
Defense: 1
Agility: 2
Magic: 1
Magic Resist: 2

Forget the second part. Whoops.