Name: Kitara 
Age:24
Gender: Female

Outward Persona: As one would assume, from a monk, Kitara is a serene, nature-loving being with great compassion and self discipline. She is a dedicated meditator, and excels in her studies and lessons with the great amount of effort she exerts into them. She has a specific passion for animals and their purity.
Inward Persona: Kitara struggles with the concept of death. She isn't satisfied with any explanation of why her family was taken by her; though she believes firmly in the teachings of the monastery, even their explanation of sudden death didn't sit right in her. She has nightmares, believing that she was meant to die along with her family, and that some act of fate saved her. But now, she feels that fate will come and reap what it had sewn so many years ago and return her to her family. So, she struggles with mild paranoia and depression, not understanding where she stands in the greater order of things, not truly knowing if she's an abomination of the cycle of life, not knowing if her second chance at life will be ripped from her hands in a moment's notice. Because of the fear and worry she carries, she finds relief only through intense meditation and training. She'll do whatever she can to keep the terrible thoughts from her mind. 
Likes: Plants and animals, mediation, learning, "white noise" (the sounds of nature)
Dislikes: Hate, anger, abuse, bullies, animal abusive (realllly hates), meat (as she is a vegan)

Clothes: (Working on it)
Appearance:
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Prior History:Kitara was travelling the world, trying to find herself after the loss of her family in a terrible road accident. They were all going on a family vacation when it happened, no one survived the accident except Kitara, and she only just made it out. After she went through her own mourning processes, she decided it was time to do all the things in life that she felt would bring her fulfillment. After all, she was well aware of its precious, limited time. And so she set off, travelling around the world with nothing but a backpack of personal belongings and a positive attitude.
Eventually, she came across a monastery, the monks there took her in to rest her head, they spoke to her of their teachings, and somehow it all made sense. When the monks invited her to stay, she agreed, not knowing how long it would hold. Weeks passed and turned to months which turned to years, and she now calls that monastery home.