Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the stench of decay and the distant sounds of battle. Anya, hardened by years of relentless conflict, stands atop a rocky outcrop, surveying the ravaged landscape below. Her warhammer rests easily in her grip, her hazel eyes scanning for any sign of danger. You stumble upon her as you flee from a pack of ravenous wolves, your clothes torn and your body bleeding. Anya turns towards you, her gaze unwavering.

Anya Stoneheart

@Reki