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[b]Name:[/b]
Autumn Amelion

[b]Age:[/b] 
22

[b]Race:[/b]
Dryak

[b]Appearance:[/b]

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[b]Personality:[/b]
From an outsider's perspective, Autumn appears as little more than your typical dumb muscle. A tall, heavily-tattooed, battle-scarred warrior with poor manners and who struggles to speak properly could be the description of any bandit, and unfortunately it's also a very fitting description of Autumn.

But behind her savage appearance is a thoughtful and good natured young woman. She loves learning about new things and meeting new people, and is constantly on the lookout for the opportunity to experience something new. She always tries to put the needs of others above herself, and is quick to defend those who cannot defend themselves

However, Autumn is also very morally righteous. The suffering of others disturbs her, and she is quick to anger when she sees injustice. While these would normally be good traits, Autumn has a very black-and-white worldview, and she finds it difficult to apply nuance to any moral situation. People who are good must always be good. People who are bad must always be bad.

Despite having left the Dryak clans a long time ago, Autumn suffers from a slight case of androphobia. It's not that she dislikes men, but she is distinctly aware that Dryak society has very different gender roles compared to the societies she now, which makes her apprehensive. She knows enough that things are different here, but she isn't confident enough in her own knowledge to trust herself to act in an acceptable manner.

[b]Bio:[/b]
The world of the Dryak is a cruel place. Dominated by sprawling forests and crawling with the kind of animals that just get angry when you stab them, only the very toughest societies can thrive here. There is no place for the weak among the Dryak, except in the belly of some monster. 

This is the society that Autumn was born in to. She was the eldest daughter of a noble family of the Clan Amelion, one of the mightier tribes in her region. Don't be taken aback by her aristocratic background, however - a noble who does nothing is hardly a noble at all to the Dryak. Even as a child, she was expected to stick in and help out the tribe as much as possible, and much of her time was spent gutting fish, tending crops and patching holes in the walls.

When simply travelling from place to place is potentially life-threatening, it is also imperative that people learn to fight well. In this aspect, Autumn was a prodigy. She took to fighting like a fish takes to water. This is really where her wealth and status gave her an advantage, since her parents could afford the best possible tutors. When she wasn't training or helping out with the tribe, she was watching duels at the local hillfort and studying the tales of legendary heroes of the past for hints that could improve her technique.

As she reached her teenage years, Autumn was no longer satisfied with just training. She started looking for real fights to get in to. It started off harmlessly enough: accompanying hunting parties, practice duelling with members of other clans, that kind of thing. Her parents did start to worry when started returning home with blood on her sword, but it wasn't until she returned home on the night of her 18th birthday carrying a chest full of loot that the clan elders finally got involved.

It turned out that Autumn and her friends decided to celebrate her birthday by organising a raid against a rival clan. The wealth they took was substantial, but the elders were worried that having a bored young noblewoman raiding their neighbours would quickly cause more trouble than it was worth. So, they did the only thing they could that they thought would sate Autumn's ambition. They invited her to become a Champion.

This was no small thing. Champions were considered the pinnacle of a clan's warriors. To be a Champion was to become a living representative of everything the clan stood for; it was they who enforced the rulings of the elders, they who defended the clan's honor when another clan slighted them and they who led the charge should the clan ever go to war. This was the highest honor a warrior could be bestowed, and Autumn accepted it wholeheartedly.

Autumn was a good warrior, but her promotion was not well recieved among more conservative members of her clan, who saw this as the elders rewarding someone for being unruly. Though the promotion did buy them peace - Autumn never went on an unauthorised raid again - the circumstances through which she earned it irked them. Though she couldn't have known it, Autumn had accidentally made enemies of some very powerful people, and that would have consequences that no-one could predict.

The Amelions had always been a powerful clan, and by the time Autumn had come of age, they had were more powerful than almost every other clan combined. There was only one obstacle between them and total control of the region: Clan Morningsong. The Morningsongs had the wealth and the power to rival the Amelions, and couldn't simply be bullied into submission the way the weaker clans could. The clan's elders were split on how to deal with them; a war would devestate both clans regardless of who won it, but they had to pacify the Morningsongs before their dreams of Dryak unity could be realised.

But some of the more diplomatic elders had another idea. Why not merge the two clans into one? This would avoid a costly war, preserve the dignity of both clans and would leave the newly-combined clan as the undisputed master of the region. It was the perfect solution. A meeting was called with the Morningsongs, and they agreed; the two clans were to be unified.

The first step to unification was through the nobility. If the next generation of nobles were loyal to both the Amelions and the Morningsongs, it would make integrating the two much easier. Every unmarried noble across the two clans was to be found a suitable match and married at one grand ceremony, where every important member of both clans would come together to celebrate their future together.

Every unmarried noble except Autumn, that is. Her rivals among the elders played a cruel trick. This upstart wanted to be a Champion so badly? Fine. Then she would attend the wedding as a Champion, not as a Noblewoman. That meant she wasn't getting a husband. Instead, she would have to attend in her heavy armour, carrying her spear, her axe and her shield, for hours on end. As if that wasn't bad enough, they had her assigned to guarding the perimeter, so she wouldn't even get to see the ceremony itself. Just standing staring into the woods for hours and hours on end. When she heard the news, she could only groan and prepare for what she was certain would be the worst night of her life.

She didn't know how right she was.

Eventually, the day came, and a dutiful Autumn reported for duty. Her job, insofar as she was concerned, was to stand at the entrance of the village the wedding was taking place in and stare off into the middle distance. Theoretically, it was to keep a watch out for any opportunistic raiders, but none of the other clans were suicidal enough to profane a ceremony between the two most powerful clans in the region, and the Elders surely knew that. It was going to be a long, boring night. Even the guard the Morningsongs posted outside wouldn't give her any company, as they were utterly resistant to any attempts at engaging them in conversation.

So she stood and waited. And waited. And waited. Her eyes became heavy and her mind began to wander. Wouldn't it be funny if there actually was an invasion and Autumn was the one who had to stop it? That would teach those stupid elders. She knew they wanted to punish her, but if something actually happened, then Autumn would be the first one to get the glory. Oh, how she would love to see the looks on their faces as the rest of the wedding party gathered around her, proclaiming her a hero, cheering her name...

Autumn's eyes snapped open. That sound wasn't something she was imagining. There really was cheering inside the village. But now that she was more awake, it sounded less like cheering and more like screaming...

She whirled around, ready to storm into the village and see what all the fuss was about, only to narrowly avoid having her head split open. The other guard, the one posted by the Morningsongs, didn't have time to recover from her failed assassination before Autumn left her gurgling on her own blood. She didn't pause to mourn, only to pluck the spear from her foe's body before opening the gates to confirm what her subconcious already knew.

It was supposed to be a wedding. The Morningsongs had turned it into a massacre. Bodies and bits of bodies and clots of blood lay scattered around The corpses were pallid, sickly shade, with froth seeping from their mouths and clawing at their throat. All of the dead were Amelions. Going from body to body were the Morningsongs, occassionally plunging their blades into an Amelion who wasn't dying fast enough for them.

Before Autumn could decide whether to charge in or run away, one of the Morningsong guards noticed her and cried out. Autumn had to go. She turned and ran, but she knew she couldn't stick to the roads; her armour was too heavy, and they would eventually catch her. So she ran to the one place that even the bravest of Morningsongs would dare pursue her: the forest.

And she was right. As soon as she passed the threshold of the forest, she looked back to see the Morningsong soldiers had stopped pursuing her. Why would they? Anyone who entered the forest was as good as dead.

No home. No clan. No route to safety. Every moment she spent in the forest was a moment some hideous beast was using to close in on her. She had no choice. Autumn would have to leave Dryak lands altogether, and journey into the fabled World of Men.

And that's what she did. Using the stars as her guide, Autumn left her homeland, the only place she had ever known, behind and travelled into the unknown. She didn't know what she was going to do when she got there, or how those of the World of Men would treat her, but she didn't think about that. All she thought about was surviving.

It will be long. It will be hard. But Autumn has hope: some day, she will return to Dryak, and she would teach Clan Morningsong the price of their treachery. But for now, she is content in the knowledge that as long as she lives, Clan Amelion is not yet lost.

[b]Equipment:[/b]

- Old Axe: Time has not dulled its edge yet.

- Hunting bow and quiver: The arrow does not discriminate between human and deer

- Wooden Shield: Many a soldier owes his life to a quarter-inch of wood.

[b]Abilities:[/b]

Champion:
Autumn is a seasoned warrior, trained with bow, spear, axe and shield. Her training as a champion has made her an accomplished duellist, although she has no problem fitting in to a shieldwall should the situation call for it, and she fights with a distinctly defensive style, preferring to wear her opponents out by blocking and redirecting their blows to exhaust them before finishing them off when they're too tired to protect themselves.

Plant Communication:
Being a Dryak, Autumn can pick up certain information from plants. She can only pick up what the plant itself is able to detect and she can't physically talk to the plant, so it isn't as though the trees are going to tell her exact troop counts, but she is able to tell things like local weather phenomenon, the quality of the water and soil the plant draws from and if there has been a disturbance around the plant.

Survivalist:
Years of living in the forest have hardened Autumn and taught her all kinds of skills instrumental to survival. She can track a deer even on a rainy night, can navigate by the stars, and has an uncanny knack for finding fresh fruits and water even in unfamiliar territory.

Amateur Medic:
While she's hardly a physician, Autumn does have some experience in medicating injuries. If a doctor isn't available, she can help her companions get back on their feet.
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