Name: Kayla Halogi
Element: Fire
Age: 16 (just about to turn 17)
Race: Human.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kayla is a skinny and lithe. Her skin is pale and grey due to her lack of exposure to the sun. Her eyes are a pale blue, almost whit and her hair is stark white. Her face is small and round and her lip are pale pink. On her cheeks are two scars that run parallel to each other. She is 5’5” and is extremely skinny. Her ribs are just visible through her chest and her breasts are almost none existent. Her frame is small with thin limbs can squeeze through the smallest of windows. Her back is pockmarked with small burns and bruises. On her chest is a black raven tattoo with the eye done in red. She wears brown leather trousers that are well worn, patched and stitched up. A dull grey cotton shirt that is also patched, with stiches fixing any rips covers her torso. Her belt is made of good quality leather and has numerous small leather pouches attached by cords. Her feet are bare. Her hands are thin with her fingers very thin. Her hands are covered in a pair of thin gloves made of black wool.
Theme Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gC0WlU0NtMNature: Kayla has a loud mouth and will always speak her mind. Even if it means she gets beaten up. Quick to anger, her punches are vicious and she always fights dirty. Growing up on the streets means she is always ready to fight and is always angry. While she might appear angry on the outside she can warm up to people over time and will become extremely loyal. She is full of passionate intensity to make her goal come true, to become wealthy and never have to steal again. Her spirit is like a fire, sometimes dim, sometimes like a inferno but always lit. She has a glint in her eyes that makes people slightly wary that she might trick them.
Backstory: Being an orphan on the streets of Jeorvo is a tough life. You have to learn how to steal, fight and be able to run from a young age. Kayla was just that, an orphan. Her father was a trader, her mother a prostitute. When she fell pregnant with Kayla she decided not to drink the poison most prostitutes did to kill unwanted babies. Instead she raised Kayla by herself from a small cellar in the side of an alley. Their home was just one room, barely big enough to stand in. From the age of five Kayla was going out and begging for food. By the age of eight she was stealing food off carts and running away from angry owners. When she was nine a new gang of thieves came into power and killed her mother for not agreeing to their terms. Kayla quickly agreed to their terms of being a thief for them in return for her life. She was made to sneak into warehouses and steal items, or take coins straight from the purses of the rich as they watched spectacles. Over the years she got better at thieving.
Due to her nature of rarely venturing out during day she slowly became pale and gaunt from lack of sun. Most of the stuff she would steal would go straight to the crime bosses. What stuff she earned was spent on food. She could only afford just enough to survive but nothing more. As the years progressed she was forced to do harder and harder tasks but her rewards weren’t any better. She would be beaten and burnt if she didn’t meet her quota and barely rewarded if she did. When she turned sixteen, even though she didn’t know her true age, she felt an urge to get out of Jeorvo. Over the year she slowly started stockpiling food and supplies to leave.
Goal(s): Survive another day. Make money. Eat. Learn how to read, write and fight with a sword. Kill the crime bosses who killed her mum.
Inventory:
-clothes
-belt
-pouches (inside are flint and steel, a few coppers, a lock of her mums hair, a wooden comb, a pebble with a rune, a picture of a dragon on a scrap of paper, a few lockpicks)
-a small iron dagger
-a hunk of hard bread
-a small chunk of hard cheese
-skin of water
-thin bedroll
-thin coil of rope