  (I'll just use an old idea first. Ezo was originally supposed to be an alien from a water planet orbiting Alpha Centauri A, but I never got around to writing it. It's a great name, though. ) Character Name: Marja Hav Character Gender: Female Character Age: 23 Character Race: Human Character Weapon request: Well, I know this is a long shot, but... are there any laser weapons availible? Either way, she uses a dark blue bow, a simple one about three feet long with a resistance between fifteen and twenty pounds. The arrows are about 2 1/2 feet long with three feathers eight inches long ('bout twice as long as regular feathers). The tip is quite long and smooth. No jagged points, which are common to hunting arrows. Height: 7' 4" Eye color: Bright, solid green Hair color: a darker shade of blonde. Not white/bleached, but not necessarily on the brown end of things, either. (Comes halfway down her back, if you're interested, usually worn in a loose ponytail at the back of her neck.
) Item request: As a complement to the bow, she carries a leather arm protector thing (I don't know what it's technically called, but I find it useful. ) I suppose she also uses a kind of three-fingered glove contraption to protect her fingers after prolongued archery sessions. A ring. Character Description: She generally wears flowing clothing, nothing especially stiff. Most days, she dawns dark blue or green shirts with fairly high necklines and long, flaring sleeves.
Her pants are similarly designed; a tight-fitting waist with a slight flare at the bottom. All this is generally worn over a tighter fitting suit that she swims in. She grew up by the sea, swimming as much as possible in the cracks in a strenuous study schedule. She loves the water to the point where she would not love it unless it was deemed absolutely necessary. Her parents died when she was twelve, at which point she began to live with her family's friends, a kind of godparents relationship, if you will. She dropped her acedemic studies and began to train with her bow daily, the goal of killing those she suppects to be her parents' murderers constantly in her mind.
At this point, her training was foremost in her mind, but she always resorted to the water when life seemed overwhelming. It was her peace. At the age of twenty-one, she left her new family's home, intent on finding the murderers she'd imagined for nine years. She didn't take much with her: her bow and accessories and her parents' single surviving gold wedding ring.
Now, she hardly ever shows emotion. Her face isn't jovial. Ever. If any emotion is provoked, it's negative. Not many tell about that memory without pointing out a new scar or two and holding up some broken piece of an arrow, pulled from their skin. Hope this is a good start, seeing that I'm new to this and all! 
