Name: "Amelia Leika Dawson. At your service, my lord."

Gender: "I'm a full-fledged female, milord..."

Age: "I've lived for sixteen winters..."

Species: "...What?" *blinks, confused*

Height: "Five...five five."

Dark Secret: ?

Scenario 1: You went for a ride alone. Your horse had been startled by a leopard and ran off in a panic. You hid in the snow, freezing your fingers, but luckily the leopard lost your scent and soon left. You didn't know your way around so you just wandered. Out of nowhere, a growl rips through the silence of the frozen forest as the leopard comes back and jumps at you. You hear light footsteps and suddenly there's a spear embedded through the predatorial feline. It falls to the cold ground, dead, and the white-haired beauty who saved you turns around and says, "Are you alright, Milord?" You...?

Scenario 2: You were armed and walking through the snow-cloaked forest to hunt for fun, or food. You hear a gasp, and tighten your grip on the reins of your horse. You peer through the bushes and see two guards, surrounded by three, angry, over-sized white wolves. You...?

Scenario 3: Make your own!