Moscow mutters a soft "Joy." Unraveling his rope, he starts tying intricate knots. If any of the others give him odd looks, they also notice that his hands are calloused from years of hard work. After making sure his knots are secure, he motions for the others to go, being the largest means he has a better chance of catching them if someone falls.
Name: Phoebe Pryce
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Race: Human
Hair/eye color: Dark brown hair styled in a loose ponytail, green eyes
Height/build: 5' 3", lanky build
Talent: Light powers and (mediocre) swordsmanship, able to harvest edible plants
Personality: Phoebe is a good-natured individual who is loyal to those she cares about (sometimes too loyal or blindly loyal). Usually hard-working, she is actually prone to slacking off more often than not. She is very naive with regards to the world outside her home.
(Thx for joining!)
"Griffins, huh… this should be interesting" I say as I start climbing.
"Great," Marco muttered. "This is gonna be harder than I thought."
Moscow looks curiously at some rustling bushes, and calls out to the girl cautiously. "Are you playing the Game too? Want help? We seem to have made a team of sorts already, one more wont hurt." He offers his hand in friendship.
Reeling from the voice behind her, Phoebe quickly looks back.
"Whoa? Seriously?" Phoebe cries out. "Thanks! The name's Phoebe!"
Sheated sword in hand, she runs to Moscow.
"Now, tell me," Phoebe says, "what the heck's going on? I've been running from these monsters for a while now. I don't know where they're coming from, and… I can't really use this."
Chuckling, Phoebe holds out her sword.