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NAME: Galia Guardstrike
GENDER: Female, She/Her
AGE: 36

APPEARANCE: 
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BACKGROUND: Galia Guardstrike killed her first man when she was 16 years old, and had been prepared to do so since she was 12. To say she has lived a hard life would be an understatement, and to say she has lived a moral life would be a lie. Cities greater and full of weak men exist in this world and it in them Galia was born and made into the woman she was ten years ago. With no family to rely upon, it was Galia that carved out her own existence in the streets, in the underworld, and in the battlefield. Mercenary and sellsword work, both legal and not so, has granted her years of experience. She has killed those who deserved it and those who have not. There is nothing Galia despised more than the idea of poverty, of being helpless, ever since her early childhood. But that all changed when she met a woman named Eleanor Wadewater. She was a nurse working alongside her mercenary unit at the time, and for the first time Galia saw someone for more than just a proof of a kill attatched to a set of shoulders. Eleanor Wadewater was the first love of Galia's life- and Galia will never know what Elly saw in her- but for some reason Elly loved Galia back. 

	Slowly, Elly pulled Galia away from the mercenary life. Galia taught Elly to fight, to be resourceful, to be perseptive and deceptive, and Elly taught Galia how to enjoy life for more than it's base pleasures. To see the good in people, to see the value in looking out for more than just oneself. And of course, plenty of medicinal training used to heal instead of hurt. Galia wasn't sure if she would ever "buy into" it, but overtime she did. They married, and Galia adopted Eleanor's last name. Eleven years ago, Eleanor made Galia swear an oath that she would never return to that life. Somehow, Galia managed too. One year later, Elly dragged Galia along on a routine journey to some arbitrary location so the pair could do some good. They were not alone, Eleanor travelled with a group of similarly minded companions called the Practitioners. Bad luck. The fog settled in that day and the pair would spend the next decade of their lives within Pigeon Citadel. Trapped, isolated from Eleanor's extended family. But the two would survive. Eventually they even began to grow content. If anything, Galia was happy that those who she feared stalked her shadow, the ghosts of her dark past, could never find her within Feros.

	All that changed, however, when six months ago, Eleanor came down with an illness. As things progressed, the Practitioners came to the conclusion that it would, indeed, end Eleanor's life. The only cures were of an herbal and exotic nature. The only catch, was that it did not exist within Feros Providence, and that it was expensive. Too expensive to be made within a short amount of time doing safe work.

	They argued. Elly demanded that Galia not go, and at her behest she stayed, but both of them knew Galia had come too far to just sit back and watch, even with as dangerous the Beast was. It was only a matter of time before Galia Wadewater needed to retire; Galia 'Guardstrike' the mercenary, would venture out one last time.
 
MOTIVATION: Galia is travelling the North Road to hunt down the beast, collect the reward, use it to purchase the foreign medicine required to save Eleanor Wadewater. Then she would return using the newly liberated passage to administer it. No half-measures, the beast must die. Not only to make the return trip possible, but Galia needs the money aswell. 

GEAR: 

The Guardstrike Longsword itself. The blade is 40 inches and comes to a keen, if slightly asymmetrical, point. The guard is made of sturdy steel and curved slightly upward. The handle is polished ebony wood ending with a simple steel pommel.

A lantern with fuel, and a bag of first aid medicine Galia knows how to use. 

Bedroll and mess kit.

Four days worth of rations. 

Medium armor, mostly comprised of leather and cloth but with shoulder and neck protection. Overall it looks very thrown together, made of various pieces of armor from different but once complete sets.
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