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[b]Name:[/b] Ceann
[b]Age:[/b] At least 30
[b]Race:[/b] Elf
[b]Sex:[/b] Female.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Homeland:[/b] Wanderer
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Her first memory, is waking up in a forest, rays of sunlight piercing through the leaves above her, waking her up, two swords in their sheaths on her lap and no memory of who she was, where she came from or where she was headed. All she had were her clothes and the two swords, which somehow, she just knew belonged to her. She set out, not knowing where to go, travelling through the forest till nightfall, she had no memories and yet she knew how to make a fire, even how to talk as she just, talked to herself, just so she could hear something, her voice unknown to her at first. Eventually she fell silent and fell asleep, for some reason a silly thought came over her that the swords would protect her while she slept.

She woke up refreshed but still without memory of who she was, when she came upon a stream and eagerly drank the clear water she took a moment to look at herself, surprised she felt her ears, pointy, Elf, she was a Elf, how could she be able to know what race she was but not her own name? She continued walking after that, leaving the forest behind her and saw smoke on the horizon, people, she headed in that direction, hoping that if there were people, that maybe these people knew her, could tell her what her name was. It was a small settlement, with people she recognized as humans but still no thought of how she knew they were humans. When asked some looked at her oddly, others just said they had never seen her before.

She sat down on the side of the street, not knowing what to do, where to go, she looked to the sky and asked for guidance, screaming for someone to tell her who she was or where to go, ignoring the looks of the people, the murmurs and the stares. She sobbed, crying and then screamed again, this time from pain as if a white hot blinding pain seared through her head, before the images began. She saw herself, walking, heading to the market of the settlement, a man, red shawl, kind smile, offering her a hand. The pain stopped and she shuddered, finding herself on the street still most people ignoring her, others staring at her and muttering, catching some of their words, 'insane', 'beggar' and 'bad omen'. They said, she got up and hurried away, finding herself on the market like she had seen in the images. She looked around and froze when she saw him, the man with the red shawl, loading up crates in a wagon, talking to some people. She approached him warily, not sure what to expect and just looked at the man, when he noticed he looked back, a eyebrow raised before he shrugged and asked her what she wanted. She said nothing in return and he scratched his cheek, looking her over and then at the swords, suddenly asking her if she was a mercenary and available for hire, saying that he needed a new caravan guard since he was one short, extending his hand and smiling.

She looked at the hand for a moment before she took it and accepted, when asked for her name she answered Ceann for some reason, the meaning of the word at the back of her head as she said that, Forgotten.

That is how she lived by for years, traveling with caravans from place to place only changing her course when the flashes of pain and images came, guiding her... and sometimes warning her... when they warned her she felt afraid, as if she was being hunted, she... or her swords and just knew she had to leave the route she was on or the caravan she was with and took a new direction, always walking, always on the move and yet the flashes of pain and images never gave her the one answer she was looking for, her name, her identity, her past.

Several times, despite her flashes of future images, she had been called upon to defend herself from robbers, bandits, slavers or others who meant her harm for their own reasons she could handle those somehow knowing fighting techniques she had no recollection of ever learning but sometimes a figure would appear dropping down in the midst of her attackers, helping her, always cloaked in black and gray, never answering her questions ,her pleas of why the figure helped her because in the end the figure would always leave. She caught a glimpse of the eyes of the figure once, predator like they were, as if belonging to a wolf.

Then came the tale of Kouri, gods banished, a time of hope for some and despair for others, the night after hearing about that she suffered such pain but the image was clear she had to go to Renalta, for a time of great troubles and challenges was ahead.
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[b]Motivation:[/b]

[b]Stats & Traits[/b]

Strength: 3/10
Agility: 4/10
Charisma: 3/10
Magical Endurance: 4/10

Fighter: 4/10
--Skill Set 1: Slashing, One Handed
--Skill Set 2: Exotic/Custom Weapon, Assassin Blade Gauntlets
--Skill Set 3 (Unlocked at: 7 points.)
--Skill Set 4 (Unlocked at: 10 points.)
Sniper: 1/10
--Skill Set 1: Throwables
--Skill Set 2 (Unlocked at: 4 points.)
--Skill Set 3 (Unlocked at: 7 points.)
--Skill Set 4 (Unlocked at: 10 points.)
Leader: 0/10
Seducer: 0/10
Sneak: 3/10
Mage: 2/10
--Magic School 1: Elemental, Wind
--Magic School 2 (Unlocked at: 5 Points.)

Experience Traits
--Trait 1: Duellist, dual-wielding.
--Trait 2: The Spellsword, imbue weapon with magical effects

Conditions
--Trait 1: The Wanderer, bonuses against ambushes, basic knowledge of nearly any creature or culture that can be encountered.
--Trait 2: Wells of Power, flashes of possible futures or events to come.
--Trait 3: Soulshard, imbued in Dóchas agus Trócaire, Hope and Mercy, her swords. Paired weapons, if one is lost the powers and abilities of the soulshard are no longer in effect.

Unique:
Haunted by the past: Several times a mysterious stranger appeared to help her in times of great need, fighting alongside her and once the fighting was finished the figure would depart, leaving no trace, as if he was a ghost or spectre.

[b]Personal Section[/b]

Romance: Preferred to make my own decision about it, no NPC
Play style: Little of everything?
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: yes, I think?

Signature: Selvi/Syl