(editing a little)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
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Secondary Weapon:
Profession: Tracker, fast traveler/ messenger, tact intelligence, judgment+ presuation , basic medical knowledge
Bio: The stench of war, rotting flesh and boiling blood hung thick in the air of the Golthidz household. Ingrid was born into this fate, the absence of war would become foreign over the years she grew,under her mother’s hand who attended to the injured and dying soldiers. It was only natural that Ingrid would learn these ways and desperate measures to save a life with little resources. However, Ingird didn’t grow up wanting to become a doctor, it was more of a hobby than an actual
thing to the girl, leading the pony baring bags of medicines to those in need. She wanted to be on the front lines, fighting on horseback with her increasing knowledge of horsemanship. But women didn’t belong in war, as proven by her being kicked out of service, she turned to the order.
Outfit:
(still looking for a few others + her animal)