Caerah
08-28-06, 03:48 PM
Name: Caerah Ciltim
Age: 21
Race: Human
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 124 lbs
Occupation: Former Barmaid
Personality: Caerah is very pacifistic. Unless she is in danger of losing her own life, she will not draw a weapon. She would rather be beaten than let a friend be harmed.
Appearance: At first glance, most eyes are drawn to her dark red hair the colour of a ripe apple. Around herself she wears a very loosely fitted chain mail shirt over her normal cloth shirt. She wears an olive green pair of pants and plain brown shoes.
History: Growing up with a family that runs a successful tavern along a well traveled road, Caerah struggled to find her place in the business. Being the youngest in the family, as well as the only daughterm she was quickly pigeon-holed into the role of barmaid. Spending the majority of her time serving drinks to rowdy men from the age of fourteen on, she quickly grew accustomed to the jeers and pinches she often received.
For awhile she protested to such actions, but when he would see her arguing with a customer, her elder brother Warren would step in to remove the offender. Unfortunately this would usually result with Warren being bruised and beaten. It did not take long before Caerah realized if she just let these men do as they would, within reason, everyone would be better off. She convinced her family that she didn't really mind the actions of their customers that much after all.
One day a regiment of soldiers were passing through and stopped at the tavern. Inevitably one had too much to drink and began getting extremely "friendly" with her. Warren, seeing the look on his sister's face, quickly tried to calm the soldier down. Not being particularly afraid of a country boy, the soldier drew a dagger and lunged at Warren, catching him straight in the gut.
His actions noticed by the other men around, he quickly fled out into the night with several other in pursuit. Horrified at watching the life drain out of her brother, Caerah put her hands over his wound and wished she could save him. Suddenly, she felt energy flowing through her fingers and into her brother. In a matter of seconds his wound was completely healed. As she realized this, Caerah blacked out.
Upon waking in her bed, her father explained he had brought her there after a regular customer had burst into the kitchen screaming that Warren had died. Running into the common room, her father explained he saw Warren staring around groggily and Caerah passed out and hardly breathing next to him.
Standing up, though she had been unconscious for close to 3 hours, she nearly toppled over and felt severely drained.
Over the next few weeks, she tried to understand and control this new ability she had acquired. While healing even the smallest cuts left her feeling tired and lacking energy, she was able to quickly recover afterwards. Realizing that she could find a better life than the life of a barmaid, she decided to set off and help those who would appreciate her and not see her as an object. Donning an old chainmail shirt which her father wore during his brief time as an explorer (and thus it was far too large for his rather small daughter), she exchanged tearful farewells with her family and set off.
Skills:
Dagger use: extremely basic. She knows which is the sharp end.
Life Manipulation:
Healing: Sacrifices her own life energy to heal the wounds of others. Extremely draining, leaving her fatigued. The more serious the injury, the more exhausted she becomes. Cannot be used more than twice a day or she falls unconscious.
Restore Endurance: She is capable of removing the fatigue of others, allowing them to perform extended feats of endurance. She cannot use this on herself however.
Equipment: Steel Dagger, and steel chainmail shirt. A 20ft length of rope. Regular cloth clothing.
Let me know if there's anything that should be changed :)
Age: 21
Race: Human
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 124 lbs
Occupation: Former Barmaid
Personality: Caerah is very pacifistic. Unless she is in danger of losing her own life, she will not draw a weapon. She would rather be beaten than let a friend be harmed.
Appearance: At first glance, most eyes are drawn to her dark red hair the colour of a ripe apple. Around herself she wears a very loosely fitted chain mail shirt over her normal cloth shirt. She wears an olive green pair of pants and plain brown shoes.
History: Growing up with a family that runs a successful tavern along a well traveled road, Caerah struggled to find her place in the business. Being the youngest in the family, as well as the only daughterm she was quickly pigeon-holed into the role of barmaid. Spending the majority of her time serving drinks to rowdy men from the age of fourteen on, she quickly grew accustomed to the jeers and pinches she often received.
For awhile she protested to such actions, but when he would see her arguing with a customer, her elder brother Warren would step in to remove the offender. Unfortunately this would usually result with Warren being bruised and beaten. It did not take long before Caerah realized if she just let these men do as they would, within reason, everyone would be better off. She convinced her family that she didn't really mind the actions of their customers that much after all.
One day a regiment of soldiers were passing through and stopped at the tavern. Inevitably one had too much to drink and began getting extremely "friendly" with her. Warren, seeing the look on his sister's face, quickly tried to calm the soldier down. Not being particularly afraid of a country boy, the soldier drew a dagger and lunged at Warren, catching him straight in the gut.
His actions noticed by the other men around, he quickly fled out into the night with several other in pursuit. Horrified at watching the life drain out of her brother, Caerah put her hands over his wound and wished she could save him. Suddenly, she felt energy flowing through her fingers and into her brother. In a matter of seconds his wound was completely healed. As she realized this, Caerah blacked out.
Upon waking in her bed, her father explained he had brought her there after a regular customer had burst into the kitchen screaming that Warren had died. Running into the common room, her father explained he saw Warren staring around groggily and Caerah passed out and hardly breathing next to him.
Standing up, though she had been unconscious for close to 3 hours, she nearly toppled over and felt severely drained.
Over the next few weeks, she tried to understand and control this new ability she had acquired. While healing even the smallest cuts left her feeling tired and lacking energy, she was able to quickly recover afterwards. Realizing that she could find a better life than the life of a barmaid, she decided to set off and help those who would appreciate her and not see her as an object. Donning an old chainmail shirt which her father wore during his brief time as an explorer (and thus it was far too large for his rather small daughter), she exchanged tearful farewells with her family and set off.
Skills:
Dagger use: extremely basic. She knows which is the sharp end.
Life Manipulation:
Healing: Sacrifices her own life energy to heal the wounds of others. Extremely draining, leaving her fatigued. The more serious the injury, the more exhausted she becomes. Cannot be used more than twice a day or she falls unconscious.
Restore Endurance: She is capable of removing the fatigue of others, allowing them to perform extended feats of endurance. She cannot use this on herself however.
Equipment: Steel Dagger, and steel chainmail shirt. A 20ft length of rope. Regular cloth clothing.
Let me know if there's anything that should be changed :)