I was introduced to our main character rather promptly, and already I could tell that she was going to be a delight. Her name was Edelweiss, which I was told was her first name, yet my attempts to seek out her surname fell on deaf ears. I had heard a rumour that it was Dragonborn; I hoped to God it wasn't but my future experience with the young girl lead me to the horrifying belief that it could very well be true.
She was fourteen years old, holidaying on her own without a parent in sight. I know we should not often judge about that we do not know, but seeing as she was an OC, there was a very high chance that both of them were dead.
The girl's holiday had been interrupted by the arrival of paleontologists, two of which were Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler. They said they were here to dig up dinosaur bones, she said she was here on holiday and her peaceful enjoyment was much more important than the discovery of the rare relics of historical marvels deep beneath the ground. They came to a compromise — she would move her tent about twelve feet to the left and they would make as little noise as possible.
She was a fashionable sort, glowing with colourful optimism. Black hair, black jeans, black boots and a black cowboy hat covered in black scales. She also wore fingerless gloves, the colour of which I cannot recall. No, wait. I can. They were black too.