Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Female
Alignment: CG
Class: Rogue/Fighter
Age: 30

Height: 5’4”
Weight: 120
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Pale Blue
Ears: slightly elongated but not quite tipped, looking mostly human.
Attire: Dark leathers, dulled to not reflect light.  Weapons: two shortswords, light mace, longbow, multiple daggers.

Personality: No-nonsense and forthright but still respectful and compassionate, loyal, passionate, and highly protective of those she cares about.

Brief History: Orphaned at the tender age of four, Leta grew up on the streets with her older brother, Justin.  They did whatever they could to survive, whether it was legal or not.  Justin garnered the attention of the local thieves guild and both were utilized in various ways.  Things went well enough until Leta turned ten and there was talk of a certain kind of training for her that would involve things her brother didn’t want for her.  He saved up enough to leave the town and headed for a larger city where he hoped they would be able to evade any followers.  It was there they were taken in by a couple of mercs (Ikan and Tarma) after being caught trying to pick pockets.  It’s rather hard to steal from a former thief after all but Ikan was far better natured and forgiving than most, something they would be forever grateful for since they were finally in a more loving situation again.

Ikan and Tarma were part of a company called The Order of Light and Justin and Leta both traveled and took on duties along with training, becoming official members themselves.  It was during the war with the Walking Man that made them realize the harsher times of their childhood were nothing compared to what could truly happen in life.  The battle was worse than anything they could have imagined.  Leta had seen people cut down before in skirmishes but this was beyond comprehension.  She and Justin fought alongside Ikan and Tarma and several others in the Courtyard but the Marilith proved more than capable in battle.  One problem with fighting with family is how devastatingly distracting they can be.  Leta found herself in trouble, trapped between summoned things and the Marilith.  Justin dove in to protect her and lost an arm as a result but Tarma kept things from being worse for him.  Their adoptive mother lost her life protecting them.  Ikan managed to fend off the fiends while Leta got Justin out of the fray.

When it was over, Ikan was grievously wounded but the physical pain was nothing compared to losing his shield mate, Tarma.  He died two months later, more from the broken heart than the deep gashes over his body.  Justin healed as well as possible, adapting to having only his right arm.  He limps still from the multiple breaks in his right leg.  He married Emma, the cleric who tended to him for so long.  They have a son, Kris, who is eight, and a daughter, Tanna, who is six.  Leta herself got married five years ago to Eric, the stable master.  They have twins, a boy and a girl, now three years old, named after the adoptive parents who proved to them that there is always goodness and light even in the darkest of times.