[WIP] Keshya [Human]

[Keshya]

Keshya Basic Information Race: Human Birthday & Age: 22nd of Winter, 492AV (19 years old) Gender: Female Height: 5'7" Weight: 132 lbs Physical Description Keshya is is a rather ordinary girl to behold at first glance, with straight blonde hair that flows down to her shoulders. Mild acne mottles her otherwise average-looking face. Her muscles are toned, but not geared toward strength. She is very lithe and graceful. Bruises are a common sight, and may be present anywhere on her body. Keshya is relatively free from scars, considering her lifestyle. Though she has a four inch one on the left side of her stomach, just below the ribs, and another six inch scar in the middle of her back. Her choice of garments consists of anything that she is asked to wear, but Larkon typically had her dress nondescript to avoid attention. On the very rare chance that she was left to pick her own clothes out, she preferred something that didn't restrict her movements much. Character Personality Keshya had her mind destroyed almost before it had ever developed. She has no sense of self, nor will to speak of. She will defer to anyone she believes has ownership of her, and be respectful of everyone else. It was forced upon her when she was but a child that her wants and needs did not matter at all, but those of her superiors were to be met at all times. Since Larkon died, she has had to make some choices of her own, but it disturbs her deeply to have to do so. Character History Born from a woman she has never met, Keshya was a slave for as long as she can remember. She was purchased to be the ultimate bodyguard; someone who cared nothing for her own life, but obeyed any order given. The man who bought her was the evil and ruthless, but successful merchant, Larkon Gray. She was separated from her mother at birth, never to meet her again. Larkon Gray, a ruthless but very successful merchant, had purchased her. At a young age, her "lessons" began. She was not a person, but an object that would be used however Larkon wished. Anything that he ordered her to do, was done. Her wants and needs were not allowed, and any sign of them caused severe physical punishment to ensue. Soon, she learned not to show any desire. This eventually led to abandonment of even having them at all, for what was the point in wanting something that would only cause you pain? Sometime when she was nine, she could hardly be called a person anymore. Satisfied that her sense of self was destroyed, Larkon start her training. At first, it consisted of running and various stretches to get her in shape. The length and difficulty of each session more intense then that of the last, and her stamina and speed rapidly improved. When she became sufficiently fit, he began paying a hardened mercenary to teach her how to fight. After Keshya failed to adapt to various sword techniques, Larkon demanded the mercenary teach her how to fight with a weapon, any weapon. Axes, staves, and spears were also tried and tossed out. In desperation, she was given a pair of wrist razors, which she took to as naturally as breathing. At the age of sixteen, she began to accompany Larkon as a backup bodyguard. He didn't trust her skills just yet, but she needed experience in real life situations, as well as to learn to interact with others. In one particular trip to Sunberth, she proved more useful than Larkon had thought. He was ambushed in the streets when five grown men accosted them. The thugs were holding his primary bodyguard at bay, and one managed to break away. As he approached Larkon, Keshya intercepted the man and disemboweled him before he could register that the girl was a threat. Shocked, yet pleased that she was so capable, she was never to leave his side again. In the next three years, Keshya saved his life more times than he'd like to count. On their latest trip to Ravok, however, she had finally failed. While traversing the canals, assassins had been perched on a bridge. She could do nothing as her master was suddenly pierced by four arrows. One was but a graze on his arm, but two landed in his gut, and the final one pierced his heart. Stunned and confused, she stood with him and held him close. He was already dead, though Keshya stood with him for hours anyway, unsure of what else to do. Eventually reality set in that he could not tell her what to do. She took his coin pouch, and started off on her own. Who was her owner now? Was she allowed to eat, or even walk off? She didn't know, but the answers wouldn't be found out with the corpse. Training   Skills Wrist Razor - 30 - SB Dual Wielding - 15 - RB Acrobatics - 10 - SB Running - 10 - SB   Lore Lore of Servitude Lore of Human Anatomy   Languages Common - Fluent Equipment and Possessions Ledger Action Change Balance Starting Package (+cashed in housing) +600gm 600gm Wrist Razor (x2, cold iron) -390gm 210gm Wrist Razor (x2, practice - metal core) -65gm 145gm Thread List