Name: Amaranthe "Ami" Foreste

Appearance: If you had to pick just one word to describe Ami, it would be "solid". She stands just shy of six feet tall, and long hours of physical work have put heavy muscle on her wide frame; her overall build is that of a competition weightlifter, not a bodybuilder. Her hands are large with blunt fingers, and have been made rough with callouses; her forearms are criss-crossed with scars and tattoos, which cover them to mid-bicep in faded black lines. The left depicts a stampede of horses; the right monochrome flames with chains weaved in between them.

Her face is wide and softly rounded, with cheeks made ruddy from exposure to the elements. Her green eyes look small in comparison, sitting above a pug nose. Dyed hair--black, with blonde roots showing--hangs in a level curtain around her head, terminating just at her eyebrows. Several silver piercings hang from her face--from her eyebrow, septum, and lip, and a few more on the top of one ear.

Ami typically dresses in loose, comfortable work clothes--flannel shirts, grease-stained jackets, denim pants and work boots.

Personality: Outwardly, Ami's personality is stolid; she falls short of being gruff, but she is decidedly task-oriented. When given something to do--some responsibility to discharge--she will take to it with a workmanlike attitude, making sure to see it through til the end with few complaints.

This attitude, however, masks a deep discomfort with her life; her tenacity at doing any task assigned to her, at bearing any burden placed on her shoulders, distracts her from the despair of her own life and her inability to make her own choices when they might cause discomfort to others. It also causes her to get frustrated with others who live life more lackadaisically--she is quick to attribute laziness to others who might simply have different priorities than her, when it causes them to deviate from the task at hand.

Background: Ami grew up the oldest child of a single mother. Her nominal parent wasn't really up to the task of taking care of her, and that situation only got worse with time. By the time she was thirteen, she was the real caretaker for herself and her younger brother; by the time she was sixteen, she had dropped out of high school to get a job at the docks. Despite being a teenage girl she took to the work with gusto; physical labor was one of the few things available to her that helped her ignore the weight of her responsibilities. Now twenty years old, she supports both her unemployed mother and her younger brother, working too many hours a week for too little money.

Name: Herne

Appearance: A tall man, dressed in huntsman's leathers worn over a gray tunic and brown trousers. The clothing is distressed by age, and overgrown with lichens and mosses. His face is shrouded by his long, lank hair, through which only a single glowing green eye might can be seen. Two great, eight-pointed antlers grow from the top of his head; a rusted and pitted chain is tied in a loop around his throat, and the tail dangles down his body and drags along the ground. In his hands, he holds a great crossbow made of rotting, blackened wood.

Arcana: The Hanged Man

Element: Wind

Affinities:

• Strong against Wind
• Weak agains Curse

Focus: Main focus is Gun; secondary focus is debuffing/status afflictions

Persona Info: Herne is a figure of English folklore first mentioned in Shakespeare's play The Merry Wives of Windsor. He is said to come out at night to torment cattle and frighten travelers in Windsor Forest by rattling his chains. It's not know whether Shakespeare was drawing on older legends or invented Herne out of whole cloth, but later writers claim that Herne was a yeoman of King Richard who took his own life out of shame for some great offense against his station, and whose spirit returned to haunt the woods in which he died. He has since been associated with various other legends--most prominently as one of the leaders of the Wild Hunt.