*Looking at me, I've got long black hair that I have in a pony tail. My eyes are red and I have two black wings for arms.*
— I am a harpy, I don't like talking to people if I can avoid it.
*I wear a black fluffy dress, and my skin is a fair tone.*
— I just want to go home to the northern forest without being hunted. I hate Hawk, and all of the other hunters in this forest. They hurt me and my family.
((Your day started off odd, it started with you being stopped by a harpy man called Hawk. He mentioned something about looking for someone called Raven in the forest you found yourself lost in. After a long day of wandering, you find a trail of black feathers. Something about how they are scattered makes you worried.))
*You see her ahead of you, walking at a brisk pace. The woman in front of you is a harpy, with one of her wings damaged by something. She notices your presence and, refusing to stop, she calls out.*
— Get away! I'm not going back to that place!
*Her voice sounds determined, yet afraid of you.*