Those Essentials
Birth Name: Iris Miron
Name: Iris
Occupation: Messenger (And a damn reliable one at that.)
Age: 21
Race: Hoo-MAN

What You're Made Of
Height: 6' .5"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair: Long, straight, and brown.
Eyes: Also brown. A bit on the dark side (think between dark and milk chocolate). Somewhat "deep."
Body: Tall and thin, with slender muscle and very little fat.
Voice: Mid-range, though leans toward being just a tad bit low.
Skin: An impressive tan from spending a majority of her life outdoors.

STUFF
Clothing: Think this sort of outfit, minus the high collar (also much smaller tatas). Also, she doesn't often wear a skirt, usually tight-fitting pants that reach her knees, though she carries a skirt similar to the one in the picture for occasions that call for one, when she will simply wear the skirt over her pants. She very, very rarely wears shoes (they are awfully distracting, and they wear down too quickly on her). She has a thick, warm, long coat (much like a trenchcoat with a hood) to wear in very cold weather.
Weapon: 1.) A knife supposedly made from a dragon's claw, though Iris suspects it is just some sort of bone. She calls it Ryu after the friend who gave it to her. 2.) A curious pair of gloves. On command, the fingers can stretch to almost any length (Iris assumes so, though she hasn't actually experimented with great distances). At this point, the fingers act more as rope-like tentacles, flexible, agile, and extremely durable, with the potential to both impale most impale-able things as well as hold, lift, and support great weight. They were given to her by a benevolent wizard for whom she did a large favor. It's likely they are incredibly valuable, though any thief would be out of luck--they are uniquely shaped to only fit Iris's hands.
Armor: None.
Accessories: 1.) A messenger bag that is always slung diagonally across her body. It's just a plain off-white color, made of ordinary but very thick and durable canvas. It's only an ordinarily-sized bag, but seems able to hold far more than it should be able to. In fact, it can--another gift from the wizard who gave her the gloves. (It was a very important favor.) 2.) A thick, sturdy leather collar fitted closely around her neck with a few chain links still hanging from it. There's a story behind it, but it's long, drawn-out, and meant for another time.

All In Your Head
Attitude: A bit antisocial and cynical, though she knows how to enjoy herself. Even so, typically very relaxed. She prefers to give up rather than prolong conflict, unless her job is involved; she will do absolutely anything to deliver what she has been charged with.
Habit/Twitch: None.
Quote: "I can't fly, but I shit far less than a bird and I have a brain larger than an acorn."

Extras
Abilities: Iris can run a hell of a long time. She can keep up a fairly swift jog for nearly a day. A full-on run she can maintain for four to five hours if she's been recently well-rested and well-fed.
Immunities: I wouldn't go so far as to call her fully immune to anything besides perhaps chicken pox, which she had as a very small child.
Resistances: She's fairly resistant to the elements (hot/cold/rain/etc.), though that is to be expected. She also has a very strong resistance to disease, due to the fact that she is pretty much in peak physical condition due to the amount of exercise involved in her occupation. This means that when she gets wounded, it's less likely to get infected, and she is less likely to suffer complications. (That is not to say she cannot suffer from these things, of course.)



((This is my first character on this forum, so if I've done anything wrong, or if there's something disagreeable, just tell me and I'll change it.))