Character Name:Amelia Garner
Race/Species:Human
Gender:Female
Age:27
Role:Skills/Traits:
- Athletic: Amelia has stamina and keep up with the best of them. She had to be fast when she was a thief
- Very Friendly: Unless heavily provoked, she can be a joy to be around
- Medicine: She can tend to wounds ranging from Knicks and cuts, to severe burns, gashes, and bullets
- She Won't Quit: Whether it's trying to save someone's life, or end it, she won't give up.
- Close Quarters Combat: Although she has a cutlass, she can inflict more damage up close with her Dirk's
- Refuses to Lie: Because of her childhood, she has sworn off being dishonest to anyone.
Weapons: Physical Description:Amelia stands at 5'6" and weighs 125 lbs. She has a slim, athletic build. Her face is soft and round, with a small sharp nose, full lips, and a sprinkle of freckles just under eyes and across her nose. Long dark lashes frame honey brown eyes, and dark auburn locks frame her face and fall down to her mid back. A scar runs from the corner of the right side of her mouth to her mid cheek, and another down her left temple. Amelia isnt busty, but not flat either. She has an apple shaped rear, and small feet.
She always wears a black piece of cloth thats twisted and goes around her forehead, down into her hair, and ties at the nape of her neck. A loose long sleeved blouse covers her arms and torso, with a brown under the breast corset. Her pants are black and form fitting and she wears brown ankle length boots. Her cutlass hangs at her waist on the left side, as do 2 of her Dirk's. She also has one Dirk in each boot.
Armor:None
Equipment/Other - A coin that she has on her at all times
Mental Description/Personality:Highly sociable. Amelia doesn't like to be the center of attention, but she doesn't like to be ignored either. She loves vulgar jokes, or hell, any jokes, and loves to laugh and let loose. She doesn't like confrontation, but that doesn't mean she'll let you walk all over her. Her fuse can be short sometimes, and she'll let you know when to leave her alone, lest you end up a pin cushion. Despite her short temper, she can also be extremely calm and collected when the need arises.
Goals/Apirations:Well, simple. She wants to be a great doctor. To travel the world and help those in need. To learn more means of medicine and healing. Amelia may not take risks when it comes to those she cares for or her patients, but she doesnt give a second though about herself most times. Gaining some riches woukdnt be such a bad thing either.
Background/History:The only thing she can really remember from her childhood, was that she grew up an orphan in the Andred Nation. She made her way from place to place, gang to gang as she grew. Some weren't so good, others were.
One of the good gangs she could remember, brought a smile to her face everytime she thought of them. They were the kind of kids that worked for their money. Singing, dancing, performing tricks, doing small odd jobs, playing an instrument. Amelia was one of the ones that would sing. She had friends and people that cared for her. And then one day she woke up, and wanted to get things easier. She didn't want to work for her earnings anymore.
Sometimes it took too long, and even then, they'd get so little. Other times they wouldnt get anything. Then, there were the times they would get enough for everyone to have a full belly that night. It was just never enough. Amelia went left them, telling them she was going to try to find a better way to earn money or good for the day. That night, she ran into the most memorable, dirty gang she had ever been in.
They were a gang of theives. Their leaders name, she'll never forget. Adam Jones. Amelia, being orphan with no money, and no friends, had to turn to stealing to stay alive. It was small things here and there. Things she never felt guilty about. Apples, bread, things of that nature. As they got older, they wanted bigger prizes. They started going after bigger things like wallets, or horses, jewelry. She drew the line. She didnt want to do it anymore. She didn't want to be like them anymore. Amelia tried to leave the gang and even went to the Law Keepers. They caught her before she could get to them and beat her, mutilated her face, and left her to die in the streets. She doesn't remember much after that, except a stranger that showed her some kindness, when there seemed to be no light at the end of her tunnel.
A man had found her, by the name of Henry Tate. Her bruises and bumps were gone, the cut on her temple had healed, but the one in her cheek was horribly infected. So much so, that she couldnt eat, even if she wanted to. He took her home and treated her wound. As she came to find out, he was a doctor. Another name she would never forget; Dr. Henry Tate. He gave her a place to stay, food to eat, clean water to drink, and even made sure she got an education. After that, she spent alot of time with him, especially when he was with patients. Minor things at first, then more severe, like broken bones and cuts. Later came gashes and bullet wounds. He taught her everything he knew. He even gave her his own lucky coin, as a gift when she completed her education and was ready to set out on her own.
After such a man showed her such kindness, she wanted to do better for herself and show the same kindness to others. So, she set out to become what had helped her in her darkest time of need. At first, she started in the city. It wasn't enough. She wanted to leave the city and venture out to other places. With that in mind, she set out, making her way closer to the ocean. If she wanted to venture out, she would have to find a ship that would take her, and a crew that would accept her for who she was now, rather than what she had been.
When she finally made it to the coast, she made her way to the city of SeaCliffe. There, she bought her Cutlass, and anything else she needed, including clothes and such. It was here she would wait for her chance to travel on and over the seas.
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