@Dwarmin, I can see why you reuse the character. Here's a few questions to see what Laird Kat is like.
After such poor fortune, it seems reasonable that Kat would keep to herself. Describe an instance where her wandering ways proved valuable... or when they were a hindrance.
Music is a luxury mostly lost to the world. Some say it has mystical properties. Describe a time where Kat's not-a-weapon appeared to have otherworldly properties.
All suffering leads to salvation... or at least that's what the lairds say. Kat has suffered, but what does she seek to ultimately gain from the lairds, if anything?
Kat tends to wander alone, but her survival ultimately depends on finding an audience to listen-she has found many such groups, always following them for a time, then leaving. One of the times her lack of conviction proved beneficial was when she found herself among the camp followers of a small army of militia soldiers. Their mission was to pierce deep into the unexplored wastes in search of secrets of some sort of long lost magic-led by a self proclaimed 'warlock' Cassandra Foot, known as a cruel, yet beautiful woman had supposedly mastered the lost 'dark arts. Though the true extent of her power is shrouded in mystery. What Kat saw in those rightly forbidden lands was terrifying, and beyond her living knowledge of men, gods and magic-perhaps, it was merely a hint of the evil that once tormented the world, and was now hopefully extinct. Ultimately, she joined the legions of deserters, and fled back to what amounted to civilization. Later, she heard that no one returned from that expedition alive...except, Cassandra herself. Supposedly bearing the awful prize she had sought, the exact nature of which no one would speak about out loud. Where she might hear you.
Her not-a-weapon is surely something amazing-the music it makes sometimes seems more than merely sounds, like something alive. Kat could recall once having spent all night playing a mourning song for supposedly dying young soldier by the name of Tom Drake (being well paid to do so by him)-yet, by mornings first light, his wounds were far less grave than the medico had predicted-he lived, and recovered. The young man, who became quite close to her in time, later claimed he had heard her beautiful music from the pits of Na'ar (also known as Hell)-and, his lost soul had found it lured back into his body. If true miracle, merely the power of belief, or a fever dream given form and function-or even just the Medico being more drunk than usual, and misdiagnosing a relatively minor injury as a fatal one-she could not say in truth.
Kat is young, and has a healthy distrust of most forms of authority from the events of her childhood. While she has a great deal of sympathy for the Lairds cause at the moment she merely views it as another army to follow, earning her daily bread through honest labor-she has at times, starved and gone destitute, and the lingering terror of those times means to her, that all causes to her come second to avoiding hunger and taking care of herself. Desperation makes one selfish, though for her it's life itself that she hungers for-she is still very much the stubborn and hot-tempered young woman who would rather flee her home, than accept a marriage to someone she didn't like-though, he actually wasn't all that bad, considering. She ultimately doesn't feel she has to prove herself to the Lairds-she feels they have to prove themselves to
her.If she wants of anything, it's clues to her brothers (whose name is Dan) ultimate fate, though she knows this for a fools task. There are many ways to vanish into the wastes, after all.