Name: Lavinia, or Vi as she puts it
Species: ‘Fox’-Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: 
Her hair is long, dark red and reaches down the middle of her back in large curls. It is pulled back at her temples, which is practical and looks nice with the natural flow and curls it possesses. Lavinia always wears a fox mask that almost completely covers her face. Only her mouth, lips and chin to be more precise, can be seen. Her eyes don’t show through the disguise, only the expressionless black holes of the piece of art itself are viewable. The woman’s body is delicate and slender, giving her natural skill on the matters of running around. She wears a white long sleeve peasant blouse that might give the impression to be a piece of pirate’s garment together with a mahogany faux leather vest. The leather and blouse are cut in such a way that it gives her a décolleté, unlike a lot of variations seem to appear to be. Her dark brown pants are tight, hugging her legs closely. The shoes she generally wears are easy, not too complicated ones. Simply black shoes, fit for running. Where she lacks strength, speed and agility make up for it. Like her whole body, her hands are built gracefully, someone who would look at them would notice how her nails appear to be slightly longer and sharper than what could be called the general ones.
History: Will be revealed leisurely as I roleplay with her.
Powers: Lavinia is able to create illusions. She certainly is not a master of Illusion, although she controls it well enough in her own opinion. Doing such a thing, however, demands lots of energy and input on her account, so she will naturally only create an illusion when she doesn’t see any other option. More than once it has happened already that she collapsed after having over exerted herself that way. Sickness, like nausea, also is a very likely consequence.
Her body is stronger and faster than the general human. This does not apply to her strength, but for example, if she jumps down from a house, she won’t break anything. Despite the fact that this vitality, of course, is limited; you will not see her gladly jump off a flat building or something alike, seeing as it would simply cause her death.
Personality:Cheery and optimistic are ways to describe her. She has a light voice, very clear as well and the woman will easily laugh for no peculiar reason at all. Lavinia generally appears to be happy; never does her bright happy-go-lucky mood seem to falter. She possesses a few daggers, those are hidden skillfully in her clothing. She might appear to be harmless; however, she can defend herself well enough. She is very careful and perhaps even wary. On the overall, she tends to be rather gentle than anything else, though mischief and trickery are two other things. If she must, she will deceit.
Sample RP post:Old stone felt pleasantly chilly to her heels and hands. It was a strange sight, if a man was to notice it, the figure of a woman sitting crouched on a roof certainly wasn’t something you saw a lot. Complete stillness had overtaken her form. Except the slightest waving of her large curls in the wind, nothing seemed to be able to move her. Not many people were out in the evening during these wintry times, she observed, though she herself wasn’t bothered by the cold in the least, as her clothing clearly said with unspoken words. The small street was completely empty, only an abandoned lantern radiated a weak orange light at the other side, softly illuminating her front. The masque glistened mysteriously in the light. The beauty of the hand-crafted object was stunning; the glow made its decorations, which existed out of little swirls that reached the eyes, above those there were little squares, painted in different variations of red and orange, stand out strikingly. She soundlessly rose from her position, every move carefully calculated and graceful. An unexpected smile curled up her lips as in one fluid motion she leapt down from her standing position, arms stretched forwards as she dove through the air. Catching the impact of her flight on the freezing cobble stone paved ground, she made a head roll, and in only mere fractions of a moment, the woman already stood proudly right again, walking further to the source of light. Her face carefully tilted to the left, the expressionless masque hiding every emotion her features carried. Still no one to be seen at the other side. The surrounding silence was a pleasant one, although a strange sort of tension seemed to have tangled itself through the air… The red haired woman stopped once she stood under the lantern, she didn’t notice the two golden eyes with slit pupils that had closely been watching her for some time now. Her body gave away the nervousness that was finding its way more and more into her mind, her head moved around a bit more frantically as he still hadn’t arrived. “Elroy, where are you?” a small tinge of panic seeped into her normally gentle and happy voice. A trembling hand timidly brushed away some strands of curly hair. “Here”, a deep voice tenderly whispered in her ear.
