Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170525105952/@comment-25073873-20170529093850

She silently walked, not knowing, not caring. It was as if the world meant nothing to her, as the lone black sword that hung on her back gleamed in the sunlight. She didn't even remember much of how she lived, or where she came from.

She was Amaryllis. A lone swordswoman who used a strange black Katana. It was like an Akaviri sword, yet was too straight and long to be one. It was just ... different.

Amaryllis walked in Evermore, keeping a lookout of what was happening around her.