(Hey, this is set in the world a friend of mine made (which is set in an offshoot of a world from a game we play), so check out the OOC for info on the world.) Eliza frowned as she looked out into the desert to the west of Town through the scope of her rifle. There seemed to be some sort of skirmish between the Desert Raiders and some poor group trying to pass through, possibly traders headed for Din. She sighed and lowered the rifle and leaned against the railing of her little sniper tower. Really it was just and old water tower, but the water tank had collapsed long ago and they'd built a little fence to keep people from falling out while on lookout duty. Eliza was a young woman in her late 20s with short dark brown hair and freckled skin. She was just average height, and some would say she had a pretty face save the scar right next to her eye, not to mention that one of her eyes was gone, replaced with a bionic eye before the Storm. It's unsettling red glow was much different from the hazel of her natural eye. Eliza wore a flannel jacket and jeans, which would be very hot but today was a cooler day for Nevada. She coughed to herself, then began whistling a tune. Today felt like it was gonna be a slow day, but she could be wrong. She often was.