Dammit. Waitlisting.
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Name: Sis Galmer
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kinda like Conan, but female. And with much less rippling muscle. And Red-Headed. And Not Arnold Schwarzenegger. So really nothing like Conan.
Sis Galmer comes from a long line of Desert Warriors, people who wandered the land, searching for things to fight for the heck of it. And loot. Also loot. In other words, she's a Red-Head in Steel-Studded Leather armor, with a few pink 'Extras' she put on while her mother wasn't looking, who happens to be a bit burly and carry a few weapons.
Backstory: Sis is, or, really, WAS the next in line to inherit the throne from her mother. You see, she was part of a Desert Wanderer Camp. So was every member of her family. What they would do every day, is go out into the desert, find and kill what they would think is the either the biggest, strangest, or most valuable thing they could find. Once they take either the whole beast or a trinket of their kill back to the camp, they would be marked on it. These markings decided who would get the biggest meal that night.
Sis, being the oldest, always seemed to win.
HOWEVER, she soon became interested in...different things.
She began bringing back pink pelts, purple gemstones, and overall sickeningly pretty items. Her mother was not pleased. For her insolence, she was forced into the most devious punishment known to the group.
READING.
But even this would not keep Sis down. She used the treasures brought back to decorate her armor, and actually enjoyed reading! She would sneak into her Mother's Throne Room, open up her vault, and take the spellbooks hidden inside. Sure, she didn't understand a single thing they said, but the pictures were nice, and they were hefty enough to kill a few things with. Heck, they were hefty enough to kill a LOT of things with!
But one night, her mother caught her, and kicked her out of the family for good. She was forced to wander the desert, something she had grown to be quite proficient at over the years. Eventually she came upon a lush town, lacking of sand of any sort. She was confused, but intrigued. She went into the nearest building and tried to ask for assistance.
Of course, being the illiterate fellow she was, she accidentally volunteered for the Search Party.
Whoops!
Class: Desert Wanderer/Cover-Chucker
Strength: 2d4
Intellect: 1d4
Dexterity: 1d8
Vitality: 1d6
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