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[quote][sub][b]NAME:[/b][/sub]
[indent][sup]Kymir[/sup][/indent]
[sub][b]AGE:[/b][/sub]
[indent][sup]44[/sup][/indent]
[sub][b]RACE:[/b][/sub]
[indent][sup]Elf [/sup][/indent]
[sub][b]PRONOUNS:[/b][/sub]
[indent][sup]She/Her[/sup][/indent]
[sub][b]HOMETOWN:[/b][/sub]
[indent][sup]Darington[/sup][/indent]
[sub][b]HEIGHT:[/b][/sub]
[indent][sup]5’8”[/sup][/indent]
[sub][b]WEIGHT:[/b][/sub]
[indent][sup] 133 lbs[/sup][/indent][/quote]
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[I]"You can call me Kym, if you like."[/i]
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[color=black]Desert Wren [/color]
[color=777DBB]Desert Wren[/color]
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[I]"You might hear me coming, but you won't see me!"[/i]
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[b][color=white]What are you?[/color][/b][/center][/h2][/sup]
[indent][b]APPEARANCE
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[I]"Why are you staring at me like that?"[/i]

[indent] Kymir stands at 5 feet and 8 inches tall with an average build. Her arms and legs are toned but not bulky. Her chest is rather small, but Kymir thinks of that as an advantage. Especially if there are slavers nearby. Her skin tone resembles the sand of the desert and her eyes are as dark a blue as the night sky. Kymir keeps her black hair tied back in a loose ponytail that ends just between her shoulder blades. While her hands are usually covered in gloves, it's obvious that she's lived a scavenging life because of the roughness of her palms. The scratches on her fingers are from her years of archery. Her legs are also covered in various scars after years of running and falling in the streets of Darington. In terms of clothing, Kymir keeps a modest appearance and covers most of her skin. Her clothes lack any major wear and tear, but her blouse is no longer as ivory white as it used to be.
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[b]CAPABILITIES
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[I]"You can really learn a lot in 40 years."[/i]

[indent] Despite Kymir's small size, she has the strength of a grown man and a surprising amount of speed because of her ancestry. While that gives her an advantage for a little while, Kymir needed to pick up some weaponry skills along the way to survive. First, Kymir learned to fight with a dagger. To get in close and attack her opponent's weak points. She then picked up a pair of butterfly swords one day- (picked them up as in stole them from a merchant)- and learned to fight from a distance. To use an opponent's speed and weight against them. Finally, once Kymir settled in Alphos, she picked up archery as a means of making coin and to feed herself. She is an adept archer, but is not a master yet.

Kymir is also adept at scaling surfaces and jumping far distances because of her time spent in Darington.
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[b]EQUIPMENT
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[I]"This isn't my first trip out of the city."[/i]

[indent]Kymir carries a recurve bow as a means of hunting, making coin in various ways, and as a means of combat. A quiver rests against her right hip filled with 20 bolts. To protect her arms from scarring by the bowstring, Kym wears two well-worn armguards made of leather. She also wears two leather rings on her drawing hand beneath her gloves. In case of hand to hand combat, Kymir carries a pair of butterfly swords in a single sheath on her left hip. The twin blades are about the length of two hands, with a d guard to protect her own hand and to use as a blunt force. She also hides a (sheathed) spare dagger in her left boot. For armor, Kymir hides a leather bodice beneath her blouse to protect her vital organs. Along the belt that holds her quiver is a pouch for coin and a pouch with spare fletching, arrowheads, or for her bowstring when she does not expect to use it. Finally, Kymir wears a small napsack strapped across her chest to carry rations, a water flask, a small blanket, a medical aid kit, and a bag of firestarters.
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[indent][b]GOAL
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[I]"I know what I want."[/i]

[indent]Kymir doesn't really care about the idea of living her final days upon Exusia's exalted grounds. She's fine standing firmly on the ground than living with her head in the clouds. All Kymir wants in life is to live it to the fullest and in the most comfort as possible. Well, that is until she heard about the Queen's proposal. A large sum in exchange for discovering the reason behind the cataclysm? Not only would the information be rewarding, but the actual reward would set her up for life. [/indent]

[b]PERSONALITY
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[I]"I may act like I'm young, but I'm probably older than most of the people in this room."[/i]

[indent]On the surface, Kymir appears to look and act like a woman in her early to mid twenties. She's as bright as the twinkle in her eyes, and prefers to keep an optimistic view of the world around her. How could she not, after so many years of struggling to survive? She's made it this far, and she's found happiness in Alphos. She still has many years ahead of her, too. Why act so solemn in such a solemn world?

While some may write her off as naive for appearing so bubbly too quickly, others will notice overtime that Kym's jokes and smiles are just more present than her cautious and observant nature. Kym has the wisdom of an older woman, and yet she chooses to act youthful because she still is. In elf years, of course. Yet she still has much to learn, and she understands that. She is constantly growing and adapting to this world because it changes with every passing year. So why not have some fun? Why not enjoy this life while she can. She's certainly not going to let anyone stop her. If they try, she'll just assume that they are letting this shitty world win. [/indent][/indent]

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[indent]Kymir was born in a brothel to one of it's workers. Her mother kept her existence a secret for as long as possible. At least enough time to save up some money. Her mother used all of the coin she had to bribe an orphanage to take her. There Kymir was raised under constant supervision. Kymir grew to learn to obey the denmother's wishes and to perform basic chores. She also made friends with the other orphans, and grew a close bond with two boys of the same age. The three were inseparable. They grew wise to the ways of the world together and discovered that they were to be sold to the slavers when they came of useful age. Desperate to avoid that way of life, the three escaped  the orphanage at the age of twelve.

It was a hard life outside of the orphanage. Kymir had to keep herself hidden as best as possible. She kept her hair short and wore a hat to hide her ears. It would be easy to be overlooked if she appeared to be a human boy. Kymir and her friends made their own little niche in the world in an old abandoned watch tower on the city limits. They kept each other safe and learned basic hand to hand combat. They even stole weapons to use as well. By the time the three of them were seventeen they'd mastered the streets of Darington.

While Kymir was happy with this meager way of life, the eldest of the three, Mikhail, wanted more. Day after day he'd return to their home late in the night. Each night with different scars. Kymir quickly realized that he was volunteering to fight in the gladiator arenas. She and the youngest, Daxion, oleaded with him to quit. Not only did the gladiator arenas represent the violence in this city, they were also a trademark of the slavers. Kym couldn't believe he would participate in such a horrible place. Yet Mikhail showed no signs of regret. He told them he was saving the money to get them out of the city. He made promises to them, but he never kept them. One night Mikhail never returned.

Kym and Dax had no reason to believe he was coming back, so they continued on. The bit of peace the two found together was short lived, unfortunately. Dax was confronted by one of the gangs within Darington a year after Mikhail disappeared. They gave him an ultimatum. Either he would join their ranks and have their protection, or he would be handed to the slavers. It was obvious which choice he would make, but women were not allowed. Kym had to stay behind, but it meant that Dax would be protected. So she told him to go.

Now that she was on her own, Kym had no reason to stay in Darington. It was getting harder to fend for herself now that she had no other support. Dax's visits were growing less and less frequent. She knew that soon he would disappear too. So she needed to disappear first. Kym packed up the small stash of coin Dax had brought her, stole the last bit of rations she could, and snuck out of the city.

After a long journey, Kymir arrived in Alphos. While at first she was hesitant to trust the people of this city she soon learned that it was far more kind than Darington could ever hope to be. She found comfort in this city all on her own. The freedom was intoxicating. Kymir established herself quickly. She made new friends, taught herself new things, so many things, and discovered a joy for life. Sure, the city was dangerous in some places, but Kym could handle any fight that came her way. She even took down a group of slavers lurking in the city. She'd tell anyone, if they asked, that "they ran for the bone sea so fast that you can still see the dust trail they left behind!"
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[indent]Kymir is ambidextrous.[/indent][/hider]