Nikala

Name
Apothecary Nikala Lexara Smithton. Often refers to herself as "Auntie Lexie".

Physical Traits
Nikala, from a distance, would probably appear frail, though at an average height for her age. At a more close range, she appears to be slightly tanned but for the majority of the time, her face would be covered and she rarely reveals alot of her skin, thus making it difficult to notice her fairly tanned skin tone. She emitts a revolting stench, often warding off any of the 'sociable' type with such aroma; it smelling rather rotten. This stench can be found more unbearable at the source, being her right shoulder and left hand. These two parts of her body are heavily covered by layers of bandages and if uncovered, it would reveal her flesh partially rotten with an odd-coloured gunge seeping from it. It'd be quite a ghastly sight, with the edges apparently burnt and crisp, gradually becoming more flesh-like in the center of the wound. With her hand uncovered, a finger would be barely hanging on to the rest of her hand, though a desperate attempt at sewing it together and pampering could be seen, but any attempt would seem unneccessary to the damage done; it probably should have been severed off long ago. Stench and rotting skin aside, she is seen as fairly 'normal' for a Woman at thirty-six years of age; curved, with several strands of dark hair falling from underneath her hat, which is mostly worn. On that note, the hat which she wears is often a scratty, brown type, probably looking like Nikala had picked it from a homeless Man and claimed it as her own, after thoroughly stamping on it and the occasional feeding to the squirrel - Though, that's just for an idea of looks. Due to her wearing her hat, only the bottom half of her nose and mouth would be uncovered, with her mouth scarcely cracked from heat and her nose small and pointed. You'd find her often with a smirk upon her face, her mouth tilted in a somewhat patronizing manner. Along with this, are her barely-cared-for teeth, with them pointed a fractionand often covered in dirt of some sorts or an odd substance. Nikala, almost certainly, speaks with an undermining tone, causing offense to some and referring to all as either, "Dear", "Dearest", "Sweetie", "Sweetness", and for those worthy of it, "Dearest". She talks as though she were talking to a child, or a pet, though she can often change her tone to that of a harsh one - Speaking with a sharpened hint to each word and occasionally dryly and somewhat croak-y.

Race and Class
Human, Rogue.

Guild
Katra Zil Shukil (( OOC Info only. ))

Occupation
Though not known publicly, she takes alot of pride in her abilities with conjuring several liquids by combining them. She claims herself to be an 'Apothecary' due to her mutilations and usage of needles to either inflict pain or aid herself or allies. She allows this 'passion' for her work to control her life, using her spare time to dedicate herself to either looking for a new subject, or fiddling with new potions.

Family
Marie Smithton (Mother) - Deceased

Byron Smithton (Father) - Deceased

Toby Lyfield (Brother) - Alive

Background
Soon to come.

Family Background
Likewise.

Personal Notes
Nikala isn't really the social type, often in awkward situations where she forgets how to act 'respectably' and often appearing an un-mannered woman with little respect for people. She's often seen inspecting people and taking out several tests on willing candidates. Though, if unwilling, she'll find a way to worm her way around said-person with verbal persuasion.

Current Status
Alive, living somewhere in Ironforge though is often travelling.