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- Name: Kenna Roadhome
- Class: Dancer
- Character Specific Skill: Charisma
- Affinity: Wind
- Personal Fault: Looks Up With Eyes Shut: -2def against archers and their promotions.
- Personal Skill: An Odd Kind Of Person: On odd turns, +1 mov
- Personal Skill: Full of Life: When over 50% hp, +15 EVA
- Wep.profs: Dance (C), Instruments (D)
- Preferred Stats: Luck, Str
- Level: 2 (0/100)
- Total Level: 2
- Progression spent: 330%
- Base Stats:
- HP: 18 (70%)
- STR: 4+1 (40%)
- MAG: 2 (00%)
- SKI: 3+1 (50%)
- CON: 5
- AID: 3
- LUC: 7 (20%)
- DEF: 2+2 (50%)
- RES: 3 (40%)
- SPD: 7 (60%)
- MOV: 5
- First class lvl2: +SKL, DEF, RES
- Current stats:
- HP: 18 (70%)
- STR: 5 (40%)
- MAG: 2 (00%)
- SKI: 5 (50%)
- CON: 5
- AID: 3
- LUC: 7 (20%)
- DEF: 5 (50%)
- RES: 4 (40%)
- SPD: 7 (60%)
- MOV: 5
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- Inventory:
- Name Type () RNG MT WT CR Hit QL
- Vulnerary (3/3)
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- Battle Stats (nothing):
- AT: -
- Hit: -
- AS: 7
- Eva: 21
- Crt: -
- DG: 7
- Bio (WIP?):
- "And the beast took our home, from Euro we fly
- And we'll reclaim it one day, even if all of us die~"
- A tall woman wearing bright colours and with lively green eyes and hair.
- She was young when Euro fell - she can barely remember the panic, the long treks full of fear of circling monsters and howling beasts. What she does remember is the smell of blood- her twin, to be precise. Her parents got her out of Euro, her father dying to wounds soon after and her mother following with from a broken heart - both for the love and the land she lost.
- Kenna was taken in by a different group of Euro refugees. There, she was adopted by a different widow, who taught her Euro dances and songs as they became part of a travelling troupe, living on scraps in the other kingdoms. As she aged, she was told stories of idyllic Euro - and became fixated on getting there. Maybe one day she could join mercenaries and help them take back her lost home? She couldn't wield a sword, but her dances could bring energy to the most exhausted, so was the heat of the life inside her.
- Now she's here. Giggling, faintly mischievous, and somewhat naive.
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