Name: Lina Lightfoot
Lina Lightfoot during work (Coloring by The Weary Timelord).
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Species/ Ethnicity: Beastman/Wolf (Kikimora)
Appearence: Fair skin, Blonde hair (Short, Hime Bob Cut; hair resembles feathers), Gold eyes (white scleras, Black pupils), Droopy Wolf-like ears (resembling the rest of her hair), Golden Feathers covering her wrists, bushy Wolf-like tail with Golden Feathers, Bird Scaled legs and feet resembling boots (with sharp claws as heels), D-Cup, 1.70 meters tall and 87 kg
Equipment: Standard Kikimora uniform - Black dress with full-body White apron, White hat with Blue feathers pin, Blue chest ribbon, Green jewel pins on wrists and chest
Casual/Barmaid uniform - White blouse, Green dress, waist-down White apron, Green ribbon bellow chest, detached sleeves, Gold pendant with a Jade stone in the center
Other items - concealed kitchen knives, concealed holster with flintlock
Skills/Powers: Proficient Cleaning Skills, Proficient Cooking Skills, Proficient Weaving and Tailoring Skills, Good Charisma, High Perception, Very Keen Hearing, Keen Eye Sight, High Observational skills, High Stamina, Very High Agility and Nimbleness, High Movement Speed, Very Good Ranged Skills, Good Fencing Skills
Occupation/Job: Barmaid (formely maid), Unknown
Home: Mirefield Town
Personality: Calm, Friendly, Warn, Doting, Stoic, Brave, Dutiful
Family: Meri Bell (Closest Friend/Alive), Alexander Crane (Former Master/Missing), Unknown
Likes: Reading, Cleaning, Cooking, Cultural Exploration (especialy related to maid customs), Traveling, Caring for others
Dislikes: Violent People, Uncaring People, Prejudice, Wrecklessness, Tragedies, the Order
Weakness: Unknown
Overview:
Run, little bird
Run like the wind
Sadness and misfortune
Haunting from behind
Run, little bird
Run, do not look back
Bright flames fill the horizon
The sky turning pitch-black
Run, little bird
Run quick and far
Praying for your life
To the brightest star
Run, little bird
Your home, broken
Your nest, trampled
Your bliss, taken
With your golden feathers,
Singed, plucked and torned
With your loving kin...
... Put to the cold sword
Run, little bird
Run for your life
From the cruel hands
From hearts full of strife
Run, little bird
Into the dark of night
On the loansome road
With heart full of fright
The gold little bird, now all alone
With no hope, fate seemed set in stone
Until one day, without intent of shady
Came a kind embrace, from the Pale Lady...