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[b]Player Name: [/b][color=lightgray]I am Yam; Yam I Am[/color]

[b]Character Name:[/b] [color=lightgray]Kara Knight-Breaker[sup]1[/sup][/color]

[b]Race:[/b] [color=lightgray]Nord[/color]

[b]Age:[/b] [color=lightgray]21 (Born 23 Midyear, 4E 200, under the sign of The Steed)[/color]

[b]Sex:[/b] [color=lightgray]Female[/color]

[b]Physical Description:[/b] 
	[color=lightgray]A spry young Nord, Kara stands at an impressive 192 centimeters, no doubt assisted by an extra few centimeters of boot support and almost a decade of physical activity. She tends to keep her bellowing, crimson hair held into a high ponytail, from which it on an impressive day may sweep like the mane of a lion. Even a passing glance at her presents the icon of a sprightly figure, eager and impatient to get a move on. Her bombastic demeanor assists this image, forming together an image of fiery youth so befitting unto her. 

	Like many of the "truer" Nords, Kara is - if one must use euphemism - assumptive in regards to other races of Tamriel. Quick to draw conclusions based on background and affiliation, her first impressions might come across as prejudiced, and it would be naive to insist that she is free of such. While she might be far from supremacist, Kara displays the usual assumptions to come from the perspective of a Nord: Altmer are arrogant and self-righteous, Dunmer are strange and standoffish, Khajiit are dishonest and unreliable, Orcs are austere and joyless - and these all certainly play into her first impressions of most people. These, to the surprise of many who might speak of Kara, are all well broken with time and experience, but like all factors of bias, such inevitably takes time. And besides, she knows from experience that there are few problems that a few bottles of sujamma cannot fix. [/color]

[b]Faith:[/b] 
	[color=lightgray]Kara is a worshiper of the Nine Divines of the Empire: Her fidelity, on the other hand, solely seems to depend on how her week happens to be going. When things are going poorly, she will always be the first to get down on her knees and raise her head towards the heavens, and when the going grows calm, nary a prayer gets passing from her lips. Asking her to pick select her favored god would be akin to a mother being asked of their favored child: All but the most sincere of mothers will have their answer in secret, and declare in public that they cannot choose. Such a view transpires well into Kara's views on religion, for the loss of any of the beloved nine divines would spell the hallmark of demise for the pantheon as a whole, and that simply will not do. Religion to Kara is such a messy affair of gods and demons asides that she has even taken to praying to the unknown, just in hopes that she might not incur the wrath of a deity she finds herself unaware of.[/color]

[b]Position:[/b] Hastati[sup]2[/sup]

[b]Magic:[/b] 
	[color=lightgray]Over the years, Kara picked up a parcel of knowledge regarding Restoration and Destruction, but she is a far cry from even an elementary mage. She may perhaps make a few incantations of flame or healing if no other situation might do, but Kara neither has the experience nor the particular interest to classify as a thaumaturgic practitioner by any professional stretch. [/color]

[b]Core: [/b]
	[color=lightgray]There's something so intoxicatingly romantic about fighting for a lost cause. Both her parents were true Sons and Daughters of Skryim - Stormcloaks to the fullest - and dutifully followed King Ulfric all the way unto the headsman's axe. This, of course, gave her little time for any meaningful interaction with the either of them, nor their tales nor fables for Skyrim's righteous fate - her older brother Vikord, of course, would gladly step up to fill their position, and likewise her head with larger-than-lies of their parents and their cause. The True High King may feast in Sovngarde - Ysmir rest his soul - but the impressionable Kara was led on by the tales spun by her vengeful elder, who so routinely derided the Imperial efforts henceforth as little aside than cheap penitence that at times Kara gave it the same thought as much the day's snowfall. 

	Her brother had done his best to ensure his younger sister would grow to be a True Nord, one their ancestors might smile upon from the heavens. Though a few years behind fatherhood - and many behind basic responsibility - Kara accordingly spent much of her childhood in Vikord's care, hopping from hold to hold as his constant shenanigans ran the duo into trouble as right as rain. When his contract with guarding or caravaning left and he was left septimless, the guard would become a brigand. Such a lifestyle ran the pair into a ambulatory lifestyle, often living in one hold for a time before having to leave for the next. Kara had met many people in her times as a youth, of course, and never for long. She had many masters - and twice as many parents - and only the voice of her elder brother to guide any of the lessons together, through the vestige of action for Skyrim. 

	Of course, Vikord inevitably ran out of holds from which to flee too, and rather than incur the wrath unto both of them, had decided he might make better beneath the wings of another - The Thieves' Guild or even the Camonna Tong, he'd last said - than risk the life of her younger sister with his. Before he left, Vikord had entrusted her to the care of a homely family in Shor's Stone, but so fleet and wanderlusting a young lady as Kara could never find herself tied there. Before long, she had departed from the hamlet, determined to so see the world by iron and steel. At thirteen, Kara had largely taken to the service of caravan guards, bounty hunter posses, and other such escapades, from where she would travel all across Skyrim through her years. She had grown particularly adept with the greatsword over the years, as such prowess proved potent as a deterrence factor (Kara even as a youth proved impressively tall) and only as Kara advanced through her life did she continue to live much in the fashion that she had only known from then on, refusing to plant her feet steadily somewhere while she moved from place to place. 

	Come her twenty-first year, the rapid-fire declarations of the Emperor seemed far too dreamlike to possibly be true. Even more chimerical, so open defiance against the White-Gold Diktat. And again, even so bold as to declare a war of vengeance and honor. It had earned her respect, true - and the outright admonishment of what she had known, even. Well...yes, perhaps the Dragonborn has saved their world thricefold. And yes, perhaps her brother had made himself scarce one too many times. And yes, maybe her brother wasn't a crack guerilla who had picked off Imperials even years after the Battle of Windhelm, and instead was little aside from a boisterous bandit who couldn't hold his brandy. Her feelings on the ideals of the Stormcloaks are tempered - much like an Ebonsmith guides along his ingot as it motions, lest a more firm gesture cause its shatter. Perhaps she might be served right, protecting caravans through these arduous times as Skyrim still yet healed. Demand for it was in no shortage, after all, and she'd certainly have made her right fortune staying right where she was.

	But where is the fun to be had in that? Where is the honor? The glory? The pride to lead the righteous march against the greatest tyrants to assail Tamriel? No, the news of the latest declaration would do her too great a wound to forsake, and so too did she impatiently enlist within the ranks of the Legion. Leyawiin. Anvil. Markarth. Windhelm. They will all be avenged. And when her time shall come and she go to Sovngarde, with the last of enemies to be destroyed, in hands and hearts with all the children of Skyrim, they shall be together in Paradise. [/color]

[b]Misc.:[/b]
[sup][i]1) Knight-Breaker refers to Kara's title, as she has no Clan Name and Nords typically do not have surnames. She earned the moniker following a fistfight which broke out while she was alongside a caravan in Bruma, in which she had gotten into a scrap with a knight who could hold neither his tongue nor his ale. Three minutes, 40 septims paid to the guards, and 80 septims paid to the local chapel's staff for restoration services later, Kara earned the title. 

2) I envisioned Kara on being a two-handed warrior, but given the tactics and implementation of the Imperial Legion, I wasn't sure if her positioning would be closer to a Swiss/German [i]Zweihander[/i] to act in formations against infantry and cavalry, or more similar to shock infantry of the Middle Medieval Era. Some clarification on her position in this regard would be appreciated. [/i][/sup]

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Hi, I like the CS, u can move it to the CS tab. If you want to be a two handed warrior the Legion can provide a greatsword or something of the sort; alternatively something more useful like a billhook for dismounting riders and the likes. A user of a two handed weapon would be somewhere in between those two uses you specified in your footnote. In some sense the advancements of armour in TES has lead in the headcanon I'm using to a very late medieval style of warfare, almost pike and shot with the spearmen and crossbowmen. Someone with a great weapon would either provide a counter-charge should the squad of the cohort be charged by the foe, or charge ahead to use their weapon for breaching a salient in an enemy line for their comrades to pour into. However, this is only for """field battles""". Although TESV obviously downscales warfare (the time scale is 1/20, so its also the approximate one I am using for everything else), I like to imagine that our experience of it is at least somewhat authentic in that within the rugged terrain of Skyrim a pitched battle is rare (mostly siege warfare), instead the war is decided by hundreds of smaller Skirmishes which snowball into superior logistics that eventually collapse the foe's war effort. In such, it is of course the individual's skill with their used weapon that matters; how exactly that individual is used is up to the initiative of that individual's immediate leader (in our case, Sergeant Dallio), as well as of that person and their comrades themselves.