[b]Name[/b]: Amelia Starwen

[b]Appearance[/b]: Medium build, stands around 5'9" and 161 pounds. She has black hair, emerald green eyes with flecks of green. Deeply tanned skin from working outside daily to harvest food, hunt, gather, etc. A small splattering of freckles across her nose and the upper part of her cheeks.

[b]Race[/b]: Elf

[b]Age[/b]: 118

[b]Homeland[/b]: Khergit Khanate

[b]History[/b]: Amelia grew up within Kergit Khanate, moving quite often with her parents and the group they had chosen to stay with. It wasn't an easy life, the steppers were cruel to those weak and unable to survive. Amelia learned to hunt quickly at a young age so she was able to provide not just for herself but her family as well. While life was hard growing up, they had managed to avoid most bigger raid parties and small land wars that Caldaria took part in. But not all things could be easy, on the eve of her 113th birthday, Amelia was woken by screams, the sounds of horses screeching into the night, flames engulfed their village around her. She fought well, but sheer numbers overtook her and she was taken captive. Being a female and sold off to slavery, one could imagine the horrors Amelia endured being tossed about to whoever paid the highest price. A few years passed, but with determination to not die in a helpless manner, she managed to escape her latest master, stealing what she could along the way and found refuge in a small town, mostly hidden and off the beaten trail where she could spend time to recover, make money, and find a way back home.

[b]Skills[/b]: Rather proficient using a bow as she used one to hunt back home to feed her traveling family. While capable of using her sword, she is sloppy and not so very confident in using it. She is pretty decent at tracking and identifying edible plants and herbs.

[b]Equipment[/b]: Carries a pack of rations, rope, flask of ale, a well worn bedroll and a few other random trinkets. Tied about her waist is a small coin pouch, a short sword not in the best of conditions but still usable, and a large hunting knife. On her back is a makeshift quiver with arrows and a short bow.

[b]Other[/b] Currently she is using a fake name (Thia Caldwell) to hopefully keep her whereabouts unknown in fear someone may come looking for her to do her harm again. She is stubborn, rough around the edges, and not entirely prone to being a people person considering what she had gone through.