Name: Arabelle
Age: 19
Species: Skinwalker
*Skills: Can transform fully or partly into various animals, she can also sense the emotions of places.
**Elements: Earth, Fire
***Weakness: Air, small spaces/cages
Appearance: She has pale skin and freckles, large blue eyes and ginger hair. She is short and curvy. When in animal form she can be recognised by a green ribbon tied somewhere on her body.
Wardrobe/Outfit: She wears a pair of black leggings and a baggy, oversized green vest. Both are dirty and worn, with holes and tears. Her long, ginger hair hangs down her back in a messy fashion. She looks like she needs a good bath and some clean clothes.
Arabelle ran. Fast. Faster than she even thought possible. She had to get away from that place. It was wrong, terrible and wrong. Suddenly she stopped for breath and looked around. Trees surrounded her and she realised she must have entered the forest. As her heart beat stabilised, she started walking deeper into the forest, constantly on guard for any danger. She didn't sense any major disturbances of peace in the area but that didn't put her at ease. Her skills were poorly developed and she never fully trusted herself. She shifted into the form of a fox, one of the few wild creatures she had perfected, in an effort to stay unnoticed by any humans that might be around. She felt the familiar silky fabric tied round her left wrist and for some reason this calmed her slightly.
She decided to head towards water, she was getting very thirsty and needed to drink. With her fox's hearing she picked out the sound of rushing water and set off, at a slow trot, towards the source of the noise. It wasn't long before she reached a river. After drinking her fill, and catching a small mouse for a snack, she resolved to explore the forest further. Arabelle headed upstream, seeing nothing of interest, until she noticed a clump of trees which seemed to have been bent into the shape of a building. Altering her body back to it's human form, her clothes reappearing as if from nowhere, she cautiously headed towards the strange tree building, hoping, in the back of her mind, that she would find somewhere comfortable to rest. As she reached the door she slowly lifted her hand and knocked timidly. She could sense a slight hint of excitement which made her nervous, but her past ordeal had made her a little braver and so she knocked again louder this time and waited for an answer.