Name: Hattori Katsumi (Family comes first in our culture)
          Race: Human (Japanese)
          Height: 4ft 10 inches (I am tall for my people, do remember)
          Weight: 120lbs
          Hair: Raven black
          Eyes: Emerald green


"I may not be as powerful as my father, but I promise you. The cunning of the Iga clan is at your disposal."

Standing at barely five feet before you is a lithe woman of Asian blood with a sense of purpose that adds inches to her height. Dark green eyes stare at you wide for her bloodline, pale skinned with rose lips drawn taut from unease. Raven hair is pulled back into a bun, tightly held in place with a golden hairpin.

A dark toned robe of some sort wraps around the woman tightly ending mid calf, draped over leggings. A cuirass protects her chest, made of some type of shiny polished leather. Fingerless gloves made of strange gray leather cover her hands, legguards of similar make cover her shins. In her hand sits an abnormally large longbow of asymmetrical design... by the way she holds it it seems dear to her.

Beginning to adjust to the life of a recruit Katsumi has traded in her robe for the garb of the chosen, still donning the fingerless gray gloves and boots on most days. The lines of unease have begun to fade from her face, steadily being replaced with a look of gentle determination to prove to the mage that his faith was rightly placed in the striking clouded leopard that is Hattori Katsumi.