Cryalis
The Northern Ranger
Cryalis stands about 5' 10". She is a human female with an average build for someone of her size, and is rather shapely. She wears pants and a shirt, much like a male, and wears a blue cloak. She has a long scar on one side of her face that occasionally starts to bleed when she is under severe stress or upset. Her longbow has a gem that has the ability to enchant her arrows with ice from her native home, and she also has a pair of hunting knives that she uses in case her foe gets up close- whether it be a warrior, a suitor, or a wild animal. She also knows a small amount of ice magic, mainly gusts of wind from her home, chilling her enemies to the bone and knocking them back.
Cryalis came from the northern realms, from a small village amongst the forest-shrouded mountains. The men would mine coal and iron, barely trading enough to keep scraping by. The young girl often tired of being treated as a weakling and useless, and, after her twelfth birthday, she had had enough. Taking her father's bow and quiver, she set out into the woods, changing her name to Cryalis to disguise herself from her wrathful father. She would spend weeks in the wilderness, barely surviving in the snowdrifts at first but then learning- learning how to perfect her aim, learning which plants were beneficial and which were harmful, learning how to harness the cold around her to her advantage. At first, she was barely keeping herself alive, but she learned quickly and, by the end of her second year, she was making numerous trips into her village, to warm up by the fire and have a proper meal, as well as to sell and barter her gains for merely more arrows and, on occasion, the spare bowstring. She even began to make ventures into nearby villages, eventually becoming a trader of sorts between the villages, offering her services to merchants to protect them on the road from bandits and animals.
Yet, when the aspiring necromancer Ulmein accidentally unleashed an entombed lich upon the world, it was Cryalis that tracked it, warning villages that it planned to raid ahead of time so that they would flee, deriving the sentient undead of much-needed sacrifices after centuries of wasting in a tomb. The lich would never be able to recall anything but the whisper of the wind and the shadows of the trees, but Cryalis was there almost all the time- until she was able to leak a message to a band of bounty hunters which, after an epic fight which involved several bloody deaths and more than a few arrows from the Northern Ranger, resulted in the destruction of the lich’s phylactery and the destruction of the lich itself.
After the damages had been repaired, she was lauded as a hero. Children would constantly flock towards her, begging her to teach them how to hunt and stalk unseen. She was content with this life for several months more, bringing up a small group of rangers just like her, who respected her but, eventually, set out on their own. She began to feel fenced into her new life and, thus, struck out on her own, trusting her students to protect her home, and quickly found herself south and east, in large cities that didn’t need trades but desperately needed men and women, proficient with defending themselves and others, and willing to give up large sums of gold to obtain them. Cryalis quickly adapted to this new style, where she is today.
Further roleplays will continue to add to her backstory, slowly but surely...