Huh, I played the heck out of KoDP.
I seem to be late tho...
I'm gonna make a sheet for this, but there's no rush, just slide me in whenever.
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Clan: Wanderers
Appearance: A middle aged woman with a gentle seeming, heart shaped face, and wide, dark brown eyes. Her features are delicate, almost refined in bearing. Her hair is usually worn long over the shoulder, with a slightly shaggy hairline she rarely bothers to fix anymore. Her hair is colored a sandy light blond, though it has begun to darken more at the tips-her girlhood is well behind her. Tyra is quite short, and remains as slender as a whip as she has been for most of her life-some liken her to a crouching spider in general shape, if they are not being very kind. She has two significant body markings-an old starburst tattoo at the small of her back, once vibrant red and now faded with time-and a chain around her left forearm, with a broken link. Her hands are knotted with small training scars and there is a long trailing scar that extends from her breastbone to her chin like a comet's trail, both faded with age and time. She usually prefers to dress in a hunters fashion when in proper company, in comfortable leather vests with soft soled shoes and fingerless gloves.
Position: Master of Tales
Patron Deity: Pixius
Bio: Once a full fledged fighting member of the Battleborn Clan, Tyra witnessed first hand the futility of fighting the Empire-they shattered her clans shieldwall, and they broke her spear, nearly killing her in the process-and yet, the third misfortune is always the worst, so say the Gods-swords and axes cleaved the soul of her young husband from his body, leaving her an even younger widow. She spent much time recuperating on the edge of life and death, meditating on her grief, and her rage. At last she recovered enough to fight, if only to hunt wild game. At first she chafed, thinking it a further fall from her former station and pride-but, eventually, It was in the wilds she found a sense of peace, and in travel and adventure a respite from the pain. Tyra dedicated this new life to Pixius, joined the Wanderers, and even cast her old name away-once Tyra Firefriend, a fearless young warrior's wife-now Tyra Firescar, widow of war, greater of wisdom and heavier of heart. She also vowed to the Gods to never to wield a spear or shield ever again, only the bow and knife...she began traveling, gathering stories, and listening to the old people's tales-it was not surprising, that in a such a time of turmoil, so much was being lost and forgotten. Instead of hunting game, she hunted knowledge.
In finding others tales and keeping them, she would only hope that her own might be forgotten...for she has no desire to remember them herself. Her travails in time led her across the sea with the rest of her people, and her mind-still sharp despite it's weariness-held enough for her to claim the spot of Master of Tales, though it was contested sorely.
Attributes:
Body: 1
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 1+2(Choice)+3(Ring)=6
Charisma: 1+1(Choice)+2(Ring)=4
Intuition: 1+2(Clan)=3
Spirit: 1+2(Clan)=3