She was a cold, tough, guarded girl, and everyone knew it. She never looked back, at destruction, love, friendship... She kept going forward. She dawned her long brown cloak with the green stitching proudly, and her tall, tan boots stretched up to her thighs. Her bow and quiver, both made of a strong, dark, maple wood were accented with silver swirls that danced across the weapon. Her hair, always tied up in a makeshift ponytail, barely touched her strong shoulders, and her green eyes were always alert and un-trusting.