Thora Steinsdóttir (goes by first name for the most part. She never really knew her father)
grew up in a small town, around the borders between eastern human domains and those of the wood elves.
Because of her ancestry, Thora is not particularly tall. Considering that she is also female, does not increase that height. (estimated height 157.2 cm)
Build-wise she is thin and lanky, but not waif-like. She grew up in around forests, regularly traveling around. As such she is muscled, but lean, hardly having any notable fat within her body. (weight: 47.6 kg)
The most central factor to her appearance is based on where she was born and her ancestry. The forest-covered border between the wood-elven domains and the innumerable and constantly shifting number of human domains is a place where cross-breeding is normal. The nobles generally sit in their halls, drawing careful maps with precisely defined borders. The local villagers smile and nod when informed about the border, then go about their days as normal, oblivious as to exactly where the border is on the ground. Even if the wars of the humans had not disrupted the border regularly, they would have ignored the borders, as friends, partners or even relatives live on all sides of the borders.
Thora is a product of this cross-breeding. There is so much interbreeding between the common humans and the regular wood elves that for the border folk, the answer to the question "is (s)he a human or a wood elf?" is almost always "yes". For countless generations the people have mated oblivious to the differences between the species. Though the exact amount of wood elf in Thora is uknown, she is more or less 2/3rds human, 1/3rd wood elf.
To someone who sees her up close, she is clearly not just human, but she is also more human than anything else. Her face is longer and more angular than human faces, but not as long or angular as that of a wood elf, it is also quite rounded, making her not look as harsh.
Her eyes may be slightly upturned, but not enough to make her stand out in a crowd because of them.
The part that stands out the most is her ears. They are not round like human ears, but not as sharply pointed as elven ears. Anyone who sees them knows that she is not a pure human. (length: 79.3mm, 16.3mm longer than average human ears)
Her eyes are a green-toned, but do not stand out in a crowd. Her hair is a woodsy
-brown, draping down to mid-chest. Usually tied up or braided so it stays out of the way.
near-combat scout, slight touch of magic. (just a touch)
Tracking, dirty fighting, hunting, simple cooking, some skill with construction using rope and wood.
Fireball - Knows exactly how to summon that, and that alone. 8-22 cm in diameter. No bigger.
She has no interest in learning other spells
Thora never really knew her father. Some say he was a swashbucklin' wizard of no great repute, the sort that wanders the realms their entire lives, seeking something unknown. Others say he was a rogue, drunkard and general pest on society, deserving only a proper stoning. Though her father did not stick around, she did not lack for paternal guidance. Her mother, though young and with an infant daughter, was taken in by one of the local foresters, where Thora was raised like a daughter and treated like one. As such, she has a number of younger half-siblings. Her stepfather taught her his own trade, as well as right from wrong, lessons she gladly took in and absorbed. Through this training she became quite independent and able to rely on her own skills. Much to her stepfather's dismay, she showed a pragmatism for solving problems in ways that were of questionable legality, no doubt inherited from her father.
Though she had no problem with lighting a fire the traditional way, she quickly grew a fondness for using the little magic she had inherited to do it, taught to her by an elderly wizard in a neighboring town. The wizard wasn't a particularly skilled wizard, but he was nonetheless a good teacher, capable of aiding even those with minuscule talents to employ them. He only managed to teach her a single spell before he died of old age. At first, Thora searched and asked around to find another teacher, but none had any interest in teaching her. After several fruitless weeks, she gave up searching and settled down to knowing only that one spell. Eventually, she formed the opinion that she did not need any other spells, slowly mastering the use of that spell.
At the age of eighteen, she left her family home to make her own way in the world, perhaps to seek her father, perhaps to find a place to make her own home. Her stepfather was still young, and the village had no need for another forester anytime soon. She spent a few months working as a woodland scout for some of the many human warlords, but they never fully trusted her because of her impure ancestry.
Self-secure. She has no problems making her way in the world, especially not in forested lands. Having grown up in the country, she does not really like cities or large crowds. She tolerates them, but if she can avoid it, she does. Thora may on occasion be hard to be around, as things not working as they ought to irritates her and triggers impatience. More than one such problem has been "solved" with a fireball, be it a faulty map, pesky critter or even a locked door. Only her sense of right and wrong has prevented her from hitting other people with those self-same fireballs. Its not that she can't hit them, but rather than she does not want to. Not that they realize this fact.
One of her greatest weaknesses, beyond inexperience with foreign environments and crowds, is that she at times can be a bit fluid as definitions like "yours" and "mine" go. Not exactly popular with guards and magistrates.
She has no idea how to ride any creature be it horse or something else, and she cannot read letters. She can roughly comprehend road signs and map terminology, but books are beyond her.
Equipment and armor:
- Shirt and pants of brown homespun. Sewn to be practical, nothing else.
- One nearly waterproof and hooded, woolen cloak the color of oak leaves. lined with wolf fur.
- Leather boots suitable for walking far and wide with.
- A simple, well-crafted backpack with:
- a single set of spare clothes
- a suit of padded leather armor (consisting of brigandine coat, wristguards and greaves. No helmet.)
- some dried meat and cheese, enough to last several days
- a short hunting bow and quiver of round-tipped arrows. (strapped on the side of the pack)
- a poorly cared for sword of cheap make (also strapped outside pack, often used to as a spit when cooking meat)
- a few of maps drawn on leather hides
- a pair of blankets
- a tent
- several lengths of rope
- some animal gut thread and a needle.
At her belt she wears:
- an every-day dagger of elven make
- Several small pouches filled with:
- 8 dales, 7 half-dales, 10 quarter-dales (separate pouches for each coin type)
- some dried meat
- a few herbs
- some tinder
- whetstone and wiping cloth
- A woodsman axe, with a protective leather hood covering the blade