Race: Mithra
Gender: female
Background: Guardian
Age 22
Appearance: While a cleancut woman, no one would mistake Esailia as human. Due to her feline heritage she has fur spreading across her arms, legs, most of her back, and around her face. She keeps her fur trimmed, straight, and groomed. She is rather plain save for the
Guardian Mark at the hollow of her throat, and her armor was standard issue combat plate from her homeland. She keeps her own
shield, however, along with a pair of matching swords, one shorter than the other, on her left hip.
Fur Color: dark brown
Eye color: green
Height: 5'6''
Combat style: Frontliner (uses shield for defensive and offensive means)
Skills:
Sword and Board (knows and has trained hard with a shield on her left arm and a sword in her right hand). Adept at
hand to hand combat, but not reliable in an extended fight.
Military tactics (has an eye for defensible positions and is used to giving commands in a fight).
Life skills:
minor armorer training (enough to repair any dents in her shield with a hammer, and aware if her armor needs to be replaced or repaired),
Survival(at the very least knowing how to start a fire and not to eat unknown plants), and
discipline(A strict routine when waking up, double checking straps and supplies, that sort of thing).
Magic: Able to sustain a simple illumination from a unique type of metal. Her shield was custom crafted out of this metal, but nothing else she will carry into the portal will. Her extreme lack of magical abilities is part of why she enjoys being a Guardian.
Gear: Shield, two swords, twenty feet of sturdy rope, a
standard issue military pack, a blacksmith's hammer, two whetstones, ten field rations, two canteens for liquids, a pound of dried jerky, a 4 foot by 6 foot blanket, two changes of combat underclothes, two sets of non combat clothing (both types are shirt, leggings, undergarments), three changes of socks, a small multi-purpose knife (not designed for combat), a
flute, a journal, and three pencils.
History: Born into a mixed heritage, Esailia was always slated for being cannon fodder for her Kingdom. Both her parents expected it of her, and she didn't disappoint. She enjoyed the guidance, order, and neatness that came with military training. Never straying for any other subjects, she quickly found her true calling as a Guardian. A dangerous branch of the military, she was one of a small handful of women to request it.
She was used to being ridiculed for her furred cat ears that sat atop her head and rather thick tail, and never spoke up against derogatory names or insults. Esailia simply showed everyone who doubted her she was not to be ignored or pitied. Graduating top of her Guardian class, she was preparing to join the ranks of the proper military when news came in of a portal to another world. This was her chance. A chance to prove not only was she a capable fighter, but one able to protect the people of all the kingdoms in an expedition through unknown lands and unknown dangers...
She signed up that day, clad in her armor with her personal shield on her back and swords on her hip.
Personality : Firm. She won't allow herself to be easily led around by the nose, and while she prefers the strictness of a military schedule, she still has a spark of curiosity that has gotten her into trouble a few times.