Lilathy Truhart

There's an herb for that.

Lilathy is a 20-year old, young woman. She stands just over five feet high and only weighs about a hundred pounds and change. Her brunette hair framed her face and dangled its ends at the tips of her shoulder blades. Her brows matched the colour of her hair, but her eyes were a piercing blue. Her skin was bronzed from the sun but still soft to the touch. Donned in thick furs and a cape to match, Lilathy is not very intimidating at first glance. She also has many small pouches scattered along her body and a quiver made from a hollowed out fang of some giant beast.

Lilathy is young, inexperienced world-wise, and naive. She is friendly and curious, but bores easily. She's a happy individual seemingly without a care in the world.

Lilathy is a damn good hunter. She uses a bow that had been handed down from generation in the Truhart family. She wears a necklace of teeth, one from every kill, and it doesn't look like there is no more room for more. She's very knowledgeable about a vast variety of herbs and plants and can make a poison or a salve in the matter of seconds. She wears many small pouches which she uses to store herbs and food, as well as a backpack for her larger possessions. Her belt is nothing more than coiled rope.

Lilathy has a Fallen companion, Soatch. He is best described as a wyvren, for he has scales that are immune to smaller projectiles and swords, and his arms are wings. He is loyal, obedient, and docile, which makes him a good mount. He has a saddle that he usually wears and saddlebags for things too heavy for Lilathy to carry, like a tent that houses them both comfortably.