[hider=Esailia Lelander]
Race : Kil'garen
Gender : female
Background : Guardian
Age 22
Appearance : A cleancut Kil'garen, her fur is kept trimmed, straight, and groomed. She is rather plain save for the [url=http://i.imgur.com/NlYbiCJ.jpg]Guardian Mark[/url] at the hollow of her throat, and her armor was standard issue combat plate from the Empire. She keeps her own [url=http://i.imgur.com/ohGvHX0.jpg]shield[/url], however, along with a pair of matching swords, one shorter than the other, on her left hip.
Fur Color : dark brown
Eye color : green
Height : 5'6''
Combat style : Frontliner (uses shield for defensive and offensive means)
Skills : 
Life skills : [b][color=aba000]minor armorer training[/color][/b] (enough to repair any dents in her shield with a hammer, and aware if her armor needs to be replaced or repaired), [b][color=aba000]Survival[/color][/b](at the very least knowing edible plants from poisonous for most parts of the realm), and [b][color=aba000]discipline[/color][/b](A strict routine when waking up, double checking straps and supplies, that sort of thing).
History : Living in a traditional tribe, surrounded by family, Esailia's mind was in turmoil. She felt that she was only wasting away in the middle of the forest, with nothing to challenge her skills, to help her improve. Esailia was the best in her tribe, and it had been over a year since she was beaten by a tribe member in the weekly contests the tribe held. After much deliberation and more than a few heated arguments with her parents, it was decided that she would be permitted to leave. The chieftain himself only allowed this because he knew that she would eventually decide to sneak away regardless.

So off the Guardian went, with naught but a shield on her back and a pack over her shoulder...

Fourteen months later, Clad in the armored uniform of the Capitol Guard, Esailia was panting heavily, longblade out with her shield scratched and dented, standing between a gang of highwaymen and the cowering Capitol Official she was assigned to escort. She didn't know the details. She didn't need to. HIghwaymen were starting to crop up more often lately, and several caravans had lost lives and cargo to the bandits. Her own comrades had either fallen or fled, leaving her alone against the remaining three enemies.

Another arrow shattered against her shield, the splinters showering her as she turned to glance back at the Official "Trust me, you will get through this, Sir." She tried to console him, but if he heard the Kil'garen, he didn't show it. Esailia didn't bother checking before ducking behind her shield and crouching a bit lower. She didn't stand much chance of killing all three highwaymen before blade or arrow found the official. But they wouldn't escape either.

Finally, Esailia had enough. setting her longblade down, she tugged out her smaller sword and prodded the official with the hilt "Neither of us will live unless you get up and be useful. I may be here to protect y-" Another arrow crunched on her shield, "You, but to defeat these bandits I need to engage them. I need you to hug my back and follow me in, use this if you get the chance."

This was it, do or die. Esailia would either succeed in getting this man home, or die at the hands of highwaymen. Hardly much of a legacy...She stood up, the Official hesitantly pressing against her plate-clad back, sword in hand "Here we go." She said calmly, before dashing forward, shield up.

The bandits had been expecting the guard to try something like this, and had even planned for it. The archer in the back, with the other two meant to flank. They rushed in, only to be met with a sword on either side. The Official seemed to have found some form of bravery, managing to deflect his bandit's blade long enough for Esailia to deftly dispatch the first one before sidestepping to catch the second unaware, shield aimed all the while towards the archer.The archer saw his friends go down, and quickly decided the payment was not enough for him to lose his life, fleeing and half stumbling in his rush.

All in all, Esailia would recount this in the Capitol, explaining that she had no other choice, and that she was lucky the bandits had not expected two swords from a single guard. Having saved her chargewith quick thinking, along with being the only guard to have survived or not deserted, she was offered a position in the Citadel. She accepted for two reasons: The pay was better, and she had wanted a chance to meet some live Magi after all her studying about them.
Predisposition to the Magi : Friendly
Personality : Firm. She won't allow herself to be easily led around by the nose.
Notes :
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Removed from RP at [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4195117]this point[/url]