[hider=Keira the Brave] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/8nU8TMk.jpg[/img][/center] [b]Name:[/b] [i]Keira[/i] [b]Title:[/b] [i]The Brave[/i] [b]Age:[/b] [i]Late Teens[/i] [b]Appearance:[/b] Keira is short even for her age. She has an average build, a shoulder length mop of dirty blond hair, jade eyes and a face best described as plain. A long scar slashes across her left cheek where she once just barely avoided being stabbed in the face. She wears an old black coat, thigh length boots and long finger-less gloves over a simple tunic. She has a belt with a few pouches holding various supplies (such as rations, two hip flasks and her trusty pickax) and a rucksack holding a worn shovel, rope, a small axe, and other essential materials. Numerous knives are pushed into the tops of her boots. Atop her head she wears a battered old wide brimmed hat that hides her bronze crown for the time being. Said crown is made from old bronze and is described with words in an old tongue made illegible by time. Five mismatched oval shaped green gems of various kinds arc from one brow to the other over a central moonstone that sits like a pupil and iris-less third eye on the forehead. This central gem seems to be the only to have not been a replacement. The traces of pigment can be seen on the moonstone and eroded writing. [hr] [b]Personality[/b] Keira is energetic, curious, tenacious, self confident and can be a cocky little shit at times, though that’s mostly only when she is drunk. She is convinced that she can handle anything with a bit of skill, cunning, hard work and heaps of determination. She’s also has a genuine interest in history. You don’t make part of a living off of digging up old things if you aren't interested in what you’ll find. Keira hates the Filth with a passion unusual for someone who has only lost their home to it. Is is a hatred and anger unhampered by fear. Some say the girl is still filled with that typical youthful belief in her own invincibility but in truth she is entirely aware of her own weaknesses and yet still believes that if she struggles hard enough and for long enough she can overcome anything. [b]Background Information:[/b] Keira does not remember her parents and was instead raised by her grandfather, an old recluse who lived in an old hovel built in, and under, the remains of a massive old tree. The old man was a rather well known sage who lived out in the middle of nowhere and dispensed wisdom to those who would make the long journey to find him. Heroes, scholars and stalkers, all seeking the wisdom of the past, have all passed through the man’s door but more often he played host to nomadic tribes in search of a night's entertainment or desperate common folk seeking answers in an entropic world. The old man was once an archivist from Illistair but was thrown out for some slight against the previous mayor and has since built upon his knowledge though stories others have shared with him over the many years since. Keira grew up among all this, among the stories, guests and old trinkets that litter her grandfather's home. While he raised her as best he could, from a young age Keira realized she could not rely on the aging man forever, and so even at a young age she had mostly taken over the task of getting food on their table. Gifts from guests are an unreliable source of food and so she has learned to hunt the beasts of the woods, to catch them in snares and trap falls, and to farm meager crops around their woodland home. Her final source of sustenance began when she stumbled upon some relatively untouched ruins and, thinking of all the old trinkets her guardian already had, decided to seek out one more as a gift. The old man has worn the old copper ring she found on that day ever since. Since that day she has grown to be a somewhat proficient archaeologist, digging up the graves of old kingdoms and presenting her grandfather with them for appraisal. Any of her finds that they decide not to keep she pawns off too people in the large towns. She prefers Kendles, because the scum that call it home took no issue in selling a teenager vodka, which has become the lass’s main vice, nor did the patrons of her favorite bar have any problem teaching her a few unscrupulous things like how fistfight or throw a knife. For a time life was good, or as good as it could be after the end of the world. They had food, friendly guests and an ever increasing supply of oddities. But her grandfather wasn’t getting any younger and though his mind remained as sharp as ever his body was slowly failing him. As time went on he became less and less able to look after himself and forest living began to take its toll. Keira began to fear for his safety while she was away, a fear that came to a head when the filth came for their tiny home and the trove of artifacts they had squirreled away from there. Keira had been spending less and less time away when the attack came, but even then it was pure luck that she was there at the time. Before that night every time she had encountered the monsters before she had run or hide like she’d been told since she was young, but knowing her grandfather would never be able to escape the hoard she went outside to confront them. She was not particularly strong or fast or tough, nor wise nor particularly cunning but when the horrors that plagued this world came for her and her own she did not flinch, she did not falter and she held her god damned ground. On that day she learned three things. That she despised the Filth with her entire being, that the nightmarish creatures could be felled, that they could be beaten, and that she would not be able to win against them forever. Not here. Not alone. When dawn came the two of them made their way to Illistair, carrying only what they could. There they convinced the new mayor to look past her grandfather's transgressions against his predecessor and, with the help of a few contacts (old and new) in the archivist's ranks, gained entry to the city. They moved into one of the cramped homes nestled within its walls only to encounter an inevitability almost as bad as the Filth. Rent. Keira has taken up treasure hunting full time while her grandfather plays host to a more select cadre of guests who enter the city hungry for his wisdom. Months after leaving Keira was traveling close to their old home and decided to look it over for anything of value left. The filth had come and destroyed most of what they could not carry with them to the city, yet in the shattered remains of a locked chest she had brought home the night before the attack she found what had finally stirred their wrath: a crown. To her there could only be one explanation as to why they had tried to kill them for possessing it and yet failed to destroy the artifact itself. Fear. [hider=Stats and Skills] [center][b][u]Physical[/u][/b][/center] [b]Might:[/b] [i]2. A woman among women[/i] [b]Coordination:[/b] [i]2. Reflexes of a woman[/i] [b]Fortitude:[/b] [i]2. Skin of skin[/i] [center][b][u]Psycho[/u][/b][/center] [b]Intellect:[/b] [i]2. The average[/i] [b]Wisdom:[/b][i]2. Straightforward[/i] [b]Willpower:[/b] [i]5. Paragon of will[/i] [b]Skills and Training:[/b] Archeology: Keira has knack for finding interesting things in the dirt and getting them out in one piece. Barter: Can’t sell off old junk without convincing people its worth something. Reading: her grandfather taught her a bit, though she’s not well practiced. Lore: She’s picked up odds and ends from her grandfather’s story telling. Farming: the basics. Turnip seeds produce turnips if you look after them and so on. Traps: Used for hunting and preventing unwanted intruders. Scraping: You dont last long in Kendles without knowing how to fight. Keira picked things up as she went along there, and as a result fights dirty. Fists, knives, pic, shovel and axe, she’s used them all at one point or another. Knife throwing: More of a hobby than a useful skill really. Stealth: Running around with ancient artifacts in your pack can attract unwanted attention. Keira has learned how to avoid this attention, be it from muggers or the filth. She’s no assassin or rouge however. Street smarts: Has so far avoiding being shived in a Kendles alleyway despite hanging around the town fairly often. Driving a pickaxe head through the crawler’s skull as it attempted to destroy her home. [/hider] [hider=supporting cast] [hider=Keira‘s grandfather(Greum)] Raised Keira in their home in the woods till it was attacked by the filth. Is now a relatively well known scholar connected to Illistair’s archivists. [center][b]stats[/b][/center] [b]Might:[/b] [i]1. An old man among men[/i] [b]Coordination:[/b] [i]1. Reflexes of an old man[/i] [b]Fortitude:[/b] [i]1. Skin of paper[/i] [center][b][u]Psycho[/u][/b][/center] [b]Intellect:[/b] [i] 5. The scholar[/i] [b]Wisdom:[/b][i] 5. Sage[/i] [b]Willpower:[/b] [i] 2. Will of will[/i] [/hider] [/hider] [/hider]