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Name: Kiera
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall and slender with flowing blonde hair, her slightly elongated hawkish nose dominates light features making her face look slightly arrogant and sour. Her eyes are tawny brown and contrast deeply with the lightness of her pale moonlight skin
Personality: A starry eyed romantic she is shy of her love, her fantasy figures the princes from her novels, knights on white horses brave and chivalrous. She has grown up in a sheltered existance shoruded from the weights of the world, her dreams fufilled in healing and novels. Thus she cannot understand violence and hatred, the beastman attack leaving her shocked and shaken yet undoubtedly alive. Her feelings at the moment are a muddle, her pure heart and eutopian virtues fighting loss grief and bitter hatred.
She is quiet essentially yet when spurred she will not hold back and the words tend to burst from her in a frenzy of passionate emotion.
Her build is slender, leggy in fact yet she walks with a strange gait, huddled as if under some great weight.
Height:5 foot 8
Weight:50kg
Background: Born, orphaned in the Shallya temple, her mother came having been abandoned by her husband, who left the village to find fame and fortune. Her death during child birth left Kiera orphaned upon the hands of the Shallya. However she was not sent to the orphanages or placed upon the streets, she was taken in by one of the priestesses who was barren, though desperately craved a baby.
Thus Kiera was raised as a Shallya, a healer and midwife throughout her short life. She has been trained to despise battle and war, yet it surrounds her and engulfs her very life. She has never taken a life, nor eaten meat and thus she is as pure as a new born babe.
She is also unwillingly and unwittingly able to tap into the winds of magic in order to heal wounds. Hidden away within the temple they are not aware of her small gift, yet sometimes when desperate, when all hope has gone, her patients will take a sudden turn for the better, there wounds healing or fevers passing away.
Yet questions have begun to dabble about the world outside, why do men make war? what of her true father? Its mysteries taunt her yet still her dedication and devotion mean it would take a big push to steal her away.
An even bigger one to force her to harm a living creature be it man beast or pure evil
Weapon List: A small knife, used to cut vegetables
Equipment: A water bottle, bandages and a variety of poultices and other substances for the healing of wounds
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall and slender with flowing blonde hair, her slightly elongated hawkish nose dominates light features making her face look slightly arrogant and sour. Her eyes are tawny brown and contrast deeply with the lightness of her pale moonlight skin
Personality: A starry eyed romantic she is shy of her love, her fantasy figures the princes from her novels, knights on white horses brave and chivalrous. She has grown up in a sheltered existance shoruded from the weights of the world, her dreams fufilled in healing and novels. Thus she cannot understand violence and hatred, the beastman attack leaving her shocked and shaken yet undoubtedly alive. Her feelings at the moment are a muddle, her pure heart and eutopian virtues fighting loss grief and bitter hatred.
She is quiet essentially yet when spurred she will not hold back and the words tend to burst from her in a frenzy of passionate emotion.
Her build is slender, leggy in fact yet she walks with a strange gait, huddled as if under some great weight.
Height:5 foot 8
Weight:50kg
Background: Born, orphaned in the Shallya temple, her mother came having been abandoned by her husband, who left the village to find fame and fortune. Her death during child birth left Kiera orphaned upon the hands of the Shallya. However she was not sent to the orphanages or placed upon the streets, she was taken in by one of the priestesses who was barren, though desperately craved a baby.
Thus Kiera was raised as a Shallya, a healer and midwife throughout her short life. She has been trained to despise battle and war, yet it surrounds her and engulfs her very life. She has never taken a life, nor eaten meat and thus she is as pure as a new born babe.
She is also unwillingly and unwittingly able to tap into the winds of magic in order to heal wounds. Hidden away within the temple they are not aware of her small gift, yet sometimes when desperate, when all hope has gone, her patients will take a sudden turn for the better, there wounds healing or fevers passing away.
Yet questions have begun to dabble about the world outside, why do men make war? what of her true father? Its mysteries taunt her yet still her dedication and devotion mean it would take a big push to steal her away.
An even bigger one to force her to harm a living creature be it man beast or pure evil
Weapon List: A small knife, used to cut vegetables
Equipment: A water bottle, bandages and a variety of poultices and other substances for the healing of wounds
