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Appearance: A small but noticeable scar can be found starting above her right arched brow and stopping at her high cheekbone. If asked about it she’ll tell you the other guy looks worse.

Name: “Red”

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Ancient Weapon: "Ad Mortem" the short-sword but she also carries extra weapons like throwing daggers.

How did you find your ancient weapon?: Plucked from an armored corpse in a mysterious tomb near the Shrine of Worship.

Personality: Whimsical would best describe this mischievous happy-go-lucky lady. She has the uncanny ability to make light of any situation especially morbidity. Also likes pushing buttons to get a rise out of people especially ones who rarely smile. She learned these vexatious traits from her father, for he is the one to blame. Red tends to shrug off serious situations or down play them simply because she does not know how to react to them. Even if injured she will likely flash a bright dramatic smile and try to walk it off. Hardly one to anger or discus sensitive conversation, rarely anyone has discovered that abstract side to her that most people have.

History: Nothing particularly special happened within this woman’s lifetime. Her family were nomadic and the only thing known about her birthplace is that she was born someplace south by the sea. She left them at the ripe age of 16 as she had no other choice. A sickness consumed their small group and to this day she has no idea what it was—but it happened shortly after discovering the ancient weapon. Her family sold simple wares made from scratch or borrowed from the dead, which was quite taboo. Nothing exceptionally high quality passed through their wagons though they were able to make an alright living off the lands. She enjoyed the limitless scenery and freedom of not knowing where they would end up. Knowing next to nothing about combat or defense because they were traveling merchants, after their agonizing passing she had to self-train in order to keep away undesirable bandits and animals. An ambush in a forest took her by surprise one afternoon; it was a group of vagabonds dubbed “No faces” because of the ivory masks they wear. Instead of killing Red, their leader decided to take her under his wing seeing as she contained much vigor and defiance. From there on her days are spent traveling through towns, and passing the hour with petty crime as an unseen shadow.

Wish: Red is a simple woman for she wishes for adventure, infamy, gold, and perhaps to lead a little bandit group of her own one day.

“I am a wanderer because I have no choice but mostly to make a name for myself. The color red will mean something else to you one day; I’ll make sure of it.” -Red

Sorry, I took your idea about the quotes Blue! It was such a good idea, had to use it.

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