Rosewyn

What stands before you is some strange creature unseen before, they look about as if they are a skittish deer, constantly watching the movements of those around them. Unnervingly quiet, and uncomfortably still the only time you seem to get a reaction from them is when any movement is made at them. Bright orange, unblinking eyes stare you down, and large ears flick whenever you speak. It is quick to see, the creature is missing one of her arms, the right has been amputated up to the elbow. Though 'amputated' seems to be a nice way to put it. The work is grisly, and it's any wonder at all how it healed. Thanks to the works of modern medicine it has, at the very least for now, been amended with an archiac do-it-yourself type prosthetic that seems to serve the creature well. The red scarf wrapped around her head seems important to her, and smells faintly of roses. When left alone she'll fiddle with it, it seemingly bringing this nervous wreck some form of comfort.