Fantasy Arlandia's Fate - CS

[Reinhardt]

Character Sheets & Guidelines

This is the CS thread, which house all submitted character sheets along with the template. This will include plot-relevant NPCs as well. Keep the OOC in the OOC thread, including CS reviews and feedback.

Approved CSs will receive a like.

 

[Reinhardt]

Character Sheet TemplateThese are the essentials, do not remove or alter any of them. However, feel free to add some fancy bbcode, if you desire, or more details such as themes, quotes, etc.

Spoiler

Place Character Image Here.

Name:
Age: *Must not go lower than 17.
Gender:
Race: *If you decide to create a custom race (one which isn't a common fantasy race), please expand on their details - history, culture, general looks, etc. You can place it here, or on the Lore thread.

Height: *Measured in feet(ft).
Weight: *Measured in pounds (lbs).

Appearance: *Optional. At least a paragraph, if you choose to do so. If you cannot provide a picture, it must be at least a paragraph.

Personality: *At least a paragraph.

Backstory: *At least a paragraph. Describe your character's life until the current time, why they joined the Liberation Front, etc.


Rate your character's capabilities from F to S, with F being the lowest, and S being the highest. Remember that these stats compare your character to the average of all races. Humans might peak at A or B on some stats, but they may peak on S on others. The same goes for every other race.

Strength: *Determines the character's overall physical strength.
Dexterity: *Determines the character's agility and reflexes.
Constitution: *Determines the character's toughness.
Intelligence: *Determines the character's overall intellect.
Wisdom: *Determines the character's intuition and overall rationality.
Charisma: *Determines the character's overall personality, and how it affects others.


Inventory: *List and describe anything that your character has with them.


For plot purposes, I will only allow one character, among all of you, to start with a Regalia. Other characters will have their chance to claim a Regalia further into the story. Do note that this initial Regalia will be randomly made for the character.

Regalia: *Name of Regalia, and link to its entry on the Lore thread.

 

[Aridis]

Name: Alya Silverwood
Age: 48 (appears 19)
Gender: Female
Race: Half Human, Half Dwarf

Height: 4'11"
Weight: 122
Personality: Alya is a bit of a loud character. It's almost impossible to shut her up, even in dire circumstances. She's very blunt, but not necessarily pessimistic; she'll happily tell you all of the things she likes about a subject as well as rant about the things she dislikes. She's an open book, rarely hiding anything, and usually bad at hiding things even when she tries. There are a few secrets she can and will carry to her grave, but generally, it's not hard to get an honest answer out of her. Alya has a fiery attitude and is always ready for an adventure or a fight, or both. She's not afraid to play dirty, and often doesn't follow rules if it means winning overall.

Backstory: Alya was born and raised in a town north of the Arliandian Capital, in the Northlands. She was born of a dwarfen father and a human mother, the latter of whom died during childbirth. From day one, she was raised as a dwarf, surrounded by dwarves, and treated as one despite a few developmental differences. Seeing as though she was the only child of her father, Dorin, he raised her as though he would've raised a son; teaching her how to create and repair weapons. And at one point, she even learned how to use a few of them, despite the fact that she would probably never see a battle. She aged much faster than dwarves did, but still slow for a human; although her "rapid" aging seems to have slowed down significantly after she hit puberty.
When Alya was still relatively young, around 35 or so (11), her home in the mountains was put at risk. A battle had broken out between the Liberation
and the Empire, and Alya's home was caught right in the middle of the fight. The fight was over fairly quickly, but significant damage had been done to their mountain; all it took was a couple of misplaced attacks. A majority of the dwarves inside of the system of caves had been trapped inside; rubble covering many of the entrances. It took a while to dig everyone out, and by the time enough rubble was cleared, many had died from suffocation or had been crushed during the battle-caused quakes. Alya had been one of the lucky ones to have escaped with her life.
Now, she has a bit of a distaste for both the Liberation and the Empire. Her dislike isn't strong enough to be full-fledged, bloodthirsty hatred, but if she had to choose between staying out of the fighting, and picking a side, she'd rather just stay out of it.
Currently, Alya travels around; selling her father's weapons and taking requests from those who want any that are custom made.

Strength: A
Dexterity: C
Constitution: A
Intelligence: B
Wisdom: D
Charisma: C

Inventory:
-Large bag of weapons (most of which she has no idea how to properly fight with)
-Battle Axe
-Basic supplies (food, a flask for water, robe, etc)
-Some tools for emergency weapon repair
-Slingshot
-Small pouch for coins

 

[MiraAutumn]

Colette Shilula​

• General
• Appearance
• Details
• Stats
• Equipment
• Extra

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  Name: Colette Shilula
  Nickname: Cole
  Age: 24
  Gender: Female
  Race: Snow Harpy
  Harpies have the form of a bird with the form of a human on their upper body(wings for arms, hands hidden at the tips of her wings, claws and feathers/scales for lower legs). In ancient times(greek mythology), they were responsible for the punishment of the guilty. Additionally, they carried evildoers in their claws to be punished elsewhere. They were also known for their never-ending hunger and almost bottomless stomachs. In more recent times, they have become known as useful labourers, messengers and escorters, due to their ability to carry varying objects in the air across great distances. Alongside this, they appear more justice-seeking than others. However, after the beginning of Arlandia's fall, discrimination has slowly built up towards their race. Perhaps not as serious as the discrimination towards other species, but nonetheless still a problem. Some have begun disliking their pestering attitudes, and how they try to meddle and halt illegal or morally wrong affairs. Others have disliked their attitudes in public eating areas, due to the amount they eat and their ravenous nature.
  Source (For ancient times which I then altered for more recent times)
  Snow harpies are a variant of the race, which typically reside in frozen climates with their light-coloured feathers/scales. Their claws tend to be larger than other harpies, to prevent sinking into snow or ice with their weight well spread across. They tend to dislike spending unnecessary energy doing mundane tasks, as they are used to having to conserve as much energy as possible in cold climates which drain their strength.
  
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  Reference Picture: (Not 100% her true appearance, more accurate details in the appearance section)
  
  
  
  Height: 5' 2"
  Weight: 142 lbs
  Appearance: Colette has a dainty face and figure(albeit not light), unbefitting of her ambitions and skills. Her body is thin and has few curves, benefitting her aerodynamics. Her eyes are a faded crystal blue, with specks of darker shades from her father. They are framed well by her short snow-white lashes, and her naturally pale skin. Her hair is usually straight and tied into a tight bun at the back of her head, tightened by a pair of gold chopsticks, with stray locks of hair complementing her face, the tips of which tend to appear a darker shade. Her shoulders blend into a dense mass of feathers, designed to shield from frigid winds and temperatures. Her wings are quite small in comparison to other harpies, however that is mainly due to her small size, and does not particularly hinder her flying abilities. The lower section of her legs merge into a combination of dark feathers and scales, which lead to large fearsome claws, always sharpened to the max. For the average onlooker, comparing her upper body to her lower body can be amusing.
  
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  Personality: Colette has always appeared to simply be a quiet onlooker to others. She values her alone time, most likely due to her overbearing brothers, enjoys watching other people in their daily lives and admire the never-ending flow of people. Despite being relatively silent in her actions, she cares for others in her own way. For example, if someone stole a loaf of bread from someone's market stall, she'd pay double for a loaf, even if she wasn't hungry, without bringing up the thieving incident at all. She's a kind person at heart, but most don't realize it and think she's just indifferent. Her trustworthiness is also a key point to her personality, however this goes against her inherant righteous nature, so in the end, some have called her a snitch. Ever since she was a child, she's always loved flying. It's one of her favourite things to do in her spare time. It's a relaxing hobby, where she feels she can truly release her wings and use them. However, the rapid increase in injustice over the past years, undoubtedly changed her, especially after hearing the idyllic past of Arlandia from her grandfather. Now she's become more upfront in her actions and bolder with what she says and does. At the same time, she's started training her flying for violent purposes. Her emotions are kind of a mess at the moment, and unpredictable, as she's been brought near to her breaking point, seeing her loved ones suffer in so many different unfair ways.
  
  Backstory: Born youngest to a loving family of four, Colette has always been pampered by her three older brothers, who enjoyed playing and teasing their youngest sibling. Her parents had originated from a small village in the Northlands, one hidden well by overbearing trees and other foilage, and had arrived in Arlandia to start an apothecary. They decided to settle in a well-populated town not too far from the Northlands, named Ralia. Her father left before she was born, as such she never missed him. Her grandfather was the one who took the fatherly role in her family, and frequently told them all tales of the days where Arlandia was a prosperous nation. It was impossible for her not to compare the past to the current circumstances. At first, she didn't do much about it, but as the situation worsened, she couldn't help but step up for the ones she cared for. It started off with another sudden increase in taxes; the apothecary was already barely making enough profit as it was. The Empire said it was to 'raise money for defences against the rebellions', initially causing Colette to dislike the Liberation Front. However, this quickly changed, once a battle began inside her very town.
  
  Colette had never seen so much blood in her life, and at the young age of four, the sight was etched into her memory. In her wide-eyed state, her mother dragged her down into the apothecary's cellar, where they both hid for what felt like eternity.The sound of screams and despair were heard clearly through the thin floorboards above, even when she covered her ears. However, suddenly, a member of the Liberation Front fell through the floorboards, choking on his own blood. Colette's mother prepared herself, fluffing up her feathers intimidatingly incase he came near. But the real threat came from above, as a hail of arrows abruptly began to pour from the Empire's soldiers. Colette couldn't believe that she was about to die just because they wanted to overkill this one rebel. As her mother shielded her from the arrows with her wings, something Colette could have never expected happened. The dying rebel had used his body as a shield against the arrows, to protect them. Due to his sacrifice, they survived the battle at Ralia, but not without losses. Colette's youngest brother and her grandfather had both passed in the conflict.
  
  It was a tough time, as Colette was forced to mature quickly and continue on. Due to the amount of destruction that occured, her family had to move to a new settlement, and decided the safest place would be Arlandia's capital. However, things were a bit different here. Some looked at her family distastefully, not quite pleased with their presence. Even some of the guards eyed them carefully. But nonetheless, they settled there, near the bustling market as they were weary from travel and didn't take much note of them. Business was tough in such a competitive place, especially with the other races disliking them in the first place. Colette's mother was even scammed out of her potion supplies, and some of her potions themselves got stolen. 'If the capital is like this, where can we go?' Was a thought that frequently passed Colette's mind.
  
  After the battle, and as she grew older, Colette had taken a lot of time to think about her future decisions. The Liberation Front had saved her and her mother. No doubt about that. And the Empire discardingly almost killed them. She was careful not to badmouth the Empire, but she began to research aspects of the Liberation Front. They didn't want to include civillians in their conflicts, and simply wanted the Empire's tyranny to end. Slowly, she began to admire their actions and their cause. In the end, she resolved to join them. Of course, she stayed silent about it to everyone but her family, but she sincerely felt like she could help change the empire.
  
  She's been a part of the Liberation Front for only a month or so.
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  Strength: B (most of her power lies in her claws)
  Dexterity: S in the air, A on land
  Constitution: E
  Intelligence: C
  Wisdom: B
  Charisma: D
  
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  Inventory:
  
  • Tiny throwing knives attached to her ankles, which her claws can use in the air.
  • A necklace with feathers from each member of her family.
  • A long satchel, filled with basic travel supplies, like a waterskin, food, a gold pouch, a map etc.
  
  Regalia: None(At the moment )
  
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  Family: Mother(Preska), Father(unknown), Grandfather(Mauglis - deceased), older brothers: Trodez(deceased), Avul(29), Liraq(32)
  Likes:
  
  • Flying
  • Seafood
  • Gold(colour)
  Dislikes:
  
  • Injustice
  • Being in tight spaces
  • Black(colour)
  Relationships:
  
  • Eachan: A few days before she had joined the Liberation Front, Colette had met the tall, dark stranger at a bar late at night. It was after a long day of training, and with her energy depleted, she dragged herself into the nearest food-giving location to restore her life force, not paying much attention to her surroundings. As she was mindlessly devouring plate after plate, she stopped for a second to notice the man next to her also eating rather ravenously. Awkwardly making eye contact, Colette smiled and softly laughed, before continuing to demolish food supplies. She met the strange man once more when she joined the Liberation Front, and now they're friendly acquaintances.
  
  

 

[Damafaud]

GENERAL INFORMATION
Name: Drevis Senade

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human

PERSONAL INFORMATION
Height: 5 ft 11 inch
Weight: 147 lbs
Personality:
Charismatic. Most people would describe him as that. Courteous manner, eternally polite. He despises being the centre of attention, preferring to let others take the spotlight while he receives the thanks and favour from those who know better. Despite his friendly mannerism, he was moreknown as distant figure, being close to others yet feel distant to those around him.

What most people don't know of him is his pettiness. He dislikes being ignored and will hold grudges until he can avenge them. He respects law and rules but will try to go around it through existing loophole or paying favour through the right person. Cunning, yet respectable. To those who know him, Drevis is a figure both to love and to be cautious of when they are against him. Few know him closely, but he holds them dearly once he cares about them.

Backstory:
Born and raised in the city of Quisire, the chaos of war never affected Drevis' childhood. No, raised in the city of merchant, he soon started to associate war with profit. War needs soldiers. Soldier needs food and weapons. Food that couldn't be grown in the battle-stircken land and weapons that was always lacking due to the constant fighting. With his meticulous streak and wide web of connection all around the city, Drevis had managed to become one of the wealthiest merchant in Quisire. Like any good merchant would do, he was not picky about his customers. Liberation army. The Empire. As long as they brought him money, he would not differentiate them.

That was so, until the balance started to tip.

He received massive orders of Regalia from the Empire, which turned the tide of battle against Liberation Army. Though his merchant self was thrilled of the increasing order, his more cautious, suspicious self was worried. No matter how you look at it, with the defeat of the Liberation Army, the Empire would turn its force toward Quisire. A strategic port city that connected Arlandia with other countries. Simply refusing to take Regalia order from the Empire would not do anything; The Empire would just turn to another merchant.

It was decided then. He needed to give the Liberation Army a helping hand.

It was a risky move from his side. Being found would essentially end his connection with the Empire and his life. On the other hand, if he successfully helped the Liberation Army, his connection with the people inside them would be guaranteed even after the war has ended. Unlike how many merchants hope, no war last forever. The war between the Empire and Liberation Army would come to an end. And when the end had came, Drevis wanted to be on the right side.


STATS

Strength: E
Dexterity: D
Constitution: C
Intelligence: A
Wisdom: A
Charisma: A

INVENTORY
Pouches of money
A silver dagger
Leather bag filled with necessities
Ink and quill
Parchments

 

[vinn]

Name: Eachan
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Kelpie

Kelpies are shapeshift water demons that take the form of a black horse. Though beautiful in appearance, they are carnivorous monsters that will feast upon anything they can kill. Due to their insatiable hunger and cannibalistic nature, Kelpies live in solitude under deep water and are rarely seen conforming to the ways of society. Upon their ability to adopt human form, it is wisely told to be wary of handsome strangers.

Height: 6’4
Weight: 189 lb

Appearance
Despite having the face of Adonis, Eachan is one miserable looking fellow. His slouched posture shortens his tall physique and his brooding repels the desire to approach him. Curls form from his unruly mess of hair, and is shaved once a week due to its rate of growth. His dark and handsome features are defined by his black eyes that appear to gaze at others hungrily. Though he harbours the habits of a gluttonous sloth, his body is well built and toned (with useless muscles). The only characteristic that deviates him from a human are the black skin of his hands.

His human form is weak. Very weak. He can’t even run fast, and is often considered a burden in battle. Even the recoil from a handgun will hurt him. This is due to the fact that his human form exhausts his physical prowess. His hands, however retain the skin of his Kelpie form and are as hard as steel (which is good for blocking weapons but useless for attacking since he has zero physical strength). Fortunately, his mental fortitude is strengthened.

Personality
By nature, Eachan is reclusive and withdrawn. He seldom finds himself feeling lonely, and doesn’t take to offence harsh words or prejudice. Needless to say, he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else’s opinion of him. But he’s got a temper, and won’t tolerate belligerence against his allies. Despite his lazy demeanor, he’s the type to bite the bullet. He’s a hard worker that always appears to be slacking, and will finish his set of responsibilities before finding leisure. Surprisingly, he knows how to charm others due to his good intuition on character, and is also very trusting of his companions. Just because he’s introverted doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to socialize. He also knows how to agitate someone, and will go above and beyond to piss off his victims.

Backstory
Eachan remembers little of his early life in the deep waters of Dead Man’s Sea. Upon his capture by the Empire, his youth consisted of chains as he was forced to participate in the battle of war. Exploited and treated by his monstrous nature, the Empire disregarded his potential for humanity and encouraged his beastly hunger to accumulate. Ultimately, the Empire had left him for dead to the raiding rebels.
Instead of ending the life of a wounded and exhausted beast, the Liberation Front had taken him in. In contrast to the Empire’s inhumane treatment, the rebel’s were understanding of his nature. Instead of taming him, he was given the right to exercise free will. Furthermore, he was taught how to conform to society and took limitations in his diet. In current time, Eachan has adjusted to his role with the rebels and is a member of a group that controls and organizes supplies.

Human | Kelpie
STR: F | S
DEX: E | S
CON: F | A
INT: B | E
WIS: A | F
CHA: A | E

Inventory
Eachan is often dragging around a shield due to the pestering of his allies. However, he hates baggage. Sure, he’ll carry around a pouch of coins (so in dire situations he can eat away his problems), but the only things he can really tolerate carrying are ten pounds of dried meat, a shit ton of explosives and a flask of water (or vodka).

Regalia
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[Pilgrim59]

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[/div][div class=fyuriheader] Identity[/div]

Name: Hans Weeber

Occupation: ALF's Field Medic

[div class=fyuriheader] Attributes[/div]

Strength:

C

Dexterity:

A

Constitution:

C

Intelligence:

B

Wisdom:

C

Charisma:

E

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[/div][div class=fyuriheader] General[/div]

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 5 ft. 9 in. (175 cm)

Weight: 165 lbs. (75 kg)

[div class=fyuriheader] Persona[/div]

Personality:
A wide-eyed country boy, Hans is usually cheerful and tends to sought after others to learn and to understand. He usually tend to his quieter side during the day, upholding his vigilance and work-ethics. Hans believes in honest work and favors, and would seldom say no to a challenge. Eager and optimistic, his conduct of actions are usually determined by efficiency rather doing things exactly by the book. His state of mind are usually heart-lifting, despite his apparels betraying his persona, but like all humans, Hans can display extreme emotions if tense or stressed out.


Backstory:
Born and raised in a small village of Edelweiss, Hans lived in an orphanage and spent most of his childhood on the farms. During his teenage years, the boy fascinated himself with learning and working as a woodsman. It was there, he learned the arts of hunting and gathering. As the war broke out, Edelweiss was placed in a destitute state, as the village changed hands several times during the war. During the aftermath of the battles for Edelweiss, Hans would follow the surgeons around, and with it, came Hans's realization of his calling. Still figuring out his goals for life, the young man enlisted in the Arlandian Liberation Front as a runner and was eventually assigned the role of a field medic, due to his extensive knowledge of natural medicines and personal experience. Dedicating himself to the cause, Hans found in himself a goal to accomplish, and that was to do his best in saving lives, while also hoping that he would own a potato farm once the war is over.

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Equipment/Inventory:
- Improvised leather-padded tunic and lamellar pauldrons.
- Pair of gloves and ankle-wrapped gaiter boots
- Weathered crimson cloak (easily distinguishes him as a field medic)
- Steel sword and daggers
- Satchel of medical equipment: herbs, field dressings, etc. (and anything that can be gathered in the field or bartered for)
- Personal journal and other sorts of texts
- Field rations and supplies, including a canteen of water.

Regalia: N/A

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[Reinhardt]

NPC

Shanna Trovale
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Height: 5'3
Weight: 121 lbs


Strength: D
Dexterity: D
Constitution: C
Intelligence: A
Wisdom: B
Charisma: A


A prodigy in diplomacy and tactics, who originated from a far off town in the Northlands. She met the Liberation Front in a fateful encounter with one of the Empire's most abusive officials, when she was pleading for an increase in support to her hometown. After witnessing the conflict unfold between the two forces, the Liberation Front's unyielding resolve and ambitious end-goal convinced her to join their ranks.

Currently, she has been tasked to lead a small troop.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Name:
Nairna MacCinidh
Age:
25
Gender:
Female
Race:
Wulver

Spoiler: Info

Wulvers are an ancient breed of werewolf hailing from Scotland. Unlike other tales, Wulvers do not shed their wolfish skin and cannot shift to that of a human. Unlike wolves, Wulvers are solitary creatures who do not seek out the company of others outside of their own kind. Their diet is a carnivorous one primarily consisted of fish. Wulvers are avid fishers and can often be found along rivers and lakes fishing. Despite their seemingly intimidating appearance, Wulvers are truly generous souls and, while typically avoiding human contact, often leave baskets of fish on the windowsills of those they see struggling. Despite their kind natures, Wulvers are naturally prideful and wary of those outside their own and will attack if surprised or provoked. A fast way to get a Wulver's skin is to steal from them, something that they consider a great crime as it contradicts their typically selfless and generous natures and consider it a great insult.
In combat, Wulvers are flighty and swift fighters, relying on quick-footedness and wit rather than pure strength. As they do not fight unless attacked or provoked first, Wulvers allow their opponents to make the first move to justify the typically swift and powerful blows they can deal.

Height:
7 ft
Weight:
Between 210 to 230 lbs

Appearance:
Nairna is tall for a female Wulver (typically 6ft) and takes after her mother in having ashen grey fur along her back with ivory white on the underbelly, feet, paws and the bottom of her face and muzzle with white surrounding her hawk yellow eyes, taken from her father. The fur along her back is darker than the rest and her tail fades from grey to black with a white tip on the end. Her dark, almost black mane falls from behind her ears down to her midriff, some tied back into a braid. Much like the Pict clans of old, she has blue tattoos painted onto her outer thighs, upper biceps, along her snout and above her eyes. Nairna has a slight overbite, causing her top canine teeth to protrude out of her mouth, something she is self-conscious about and does not like people mentioning it.

Personality:
Like all Wulvers, Nairna is a solitary creature who prefers her own company, not seeking out and quickly becoming annoyed with any kind of social interaction. When interacting with others, she is sarcastic and reluctant to keep up a conversation which can cause her to come across as aloof and uncaring to people upon their first meeting. Despite her aloof aura, Nairna is a truly kind natured creature with a strong sense of justice and is quickly angered by the sight of people being unjustly hurt. Nairna is an intelligent individual with sharp reflexes, though she typically only attacks when attacked herself. While Nairna is typically aloof and stoic, she is not above it all as her typically serious approach to most things can lead to her having some unintentionally funny moments. Despite everything, Nairna is, to an extent, a laid-back individual whos only main interests include having her freedom, fish and a steady supply of fortified wine, something Nairna drinks frequently up to the point where it is arguable if she is addicted or not.

Backstory:
Nairna grew up in the forest with her family, where she was taught to fish and how to hunt. Being an only cub, she was the sole focus of her parents and for a long time, life was tranquil. But when Nairna was fourteen, her family's territory was attacked by humans. Nairna never learned of the reason of their attack but she was forced to run by her father, and to this day she does not know what happened to her parents as when she returned, their home had been destroyed and they were nowhere in sight.

After the loss of her parents, Nairna ventured into the wild alone. She struggled to survive as it was winter and it was almost impossible to fish effectively. Exceedingly hungry, she resorted to sneaking into houses and rummaging through leftovers. One of the houses she happened to ransack belonged to an older warrior who took her in for the night and fed her.

She stayed with the warrior, Kensuke for two years. He gave her her dirks and taught her how to fight with them as well as introducing her to the fortified wine that she is now arguably addicted to. She was happy with Kensuke for a while, appreciating his teachings. After some time with him, he told her that she was then ready to leave into the wild and find her own path. Since then Nairna has been wandering the wilderness, travelling from town to town with no real goal other than simply for the adventure. However, she still lives a very solitary life, but she likes it that way. She had heard about the Liberation Front but despite some initial curiosity, she is unsure to pursue it or not. Her innate instinct to help others pushes her towards it.

Strength:
A
Dexterity:
S
Constitution:
B
Intelligence:
A
Wisdom:
B
Charisma:
C

Inventory:
Fishing rod- Typical of a Wulver, Nairna enjoys fishing so carries the rod with her wherever she travels if the opportunity arises.
Dirks- Nairna is skilful with her dirks. Having two of them she uses for defence. When intending to fight, she will often perform a dirk dance to confuse or intimidate her opponent before attacking.
Wineskin- A bit of a drinker, Nairna likes having a steady supply of fortified wine.
Medicinal herbs- Nairna carries the small packages of herbs on her belt and uses them when injured or sick.
Small bag of coins- For buying stuff. Obviously.

Others:
Nairna is native to Scotland so is fluent in Gaelic and has a limited grasp on English.
Her ears and tail are extremely... sensitive when touched.
Nairna wags her tail when happy. She doesn't like it.

Voice:


Theme:



Quotes:
Chan eil iasg ann? Gun fhìon? Gu tur mì-chinnteach!
Tha mi air a chuairteachadh le stiotan...
Yer goin' the right way for a right good skelping, laddie!

Reinhardt ​