Astera

Name: Astera
Gender: Tis a mystery
Age: 23
Class: Drifter -> Thief -> Rogue
Character Skill: Luna
Affinity: TBD
Personal Fault: Stranger in a Strange Land: Easily confused and distracted when trying to communicate with allies, -15 hit and evade when attacking an enemy already attacked by an ally.
Personal Skill: Natural Grasp of Terrain: Having trained on rougher terrain than this by far, the challenges poised by most terrain here is negligible, +15 evade when on terrain with a move cost greater than 1
/Personal Skill: TBD
//Personal Skill: TBD

Preferred Stats: Speed, Luck

Weapon Profs: Hidden (E)

Level: 1
Total Level: 1

Initial Stats - Progression Spent: (330%/330%)

HP: 16 (40%) (+4)
STR: 4 (50%)
MAG: 1 (00%)
SKL: 4 (50%)
LUK: 3 (50%)
DEF: 1 (30%) (+2)
RES: 1 (30%)
SPD: 4 (50%)
CON: 4
AID: 3
MOV: 5

Current Stats:
HP: 20
STR: 4
MAG: 1
SKL: 4
LUK: 3
DEF: 3
RES: 2
SPD: 4
CON: 4
AID: 3
MOV: 5

Inventory:
Name 		Rank Range WT MT Hit Crit QL
Iron Knife 	E    1-2   4  4  85  0    40

Bio:
Born on the Outlands, a shattered continent bound together by tradition, Astera grew up in one of the many tribes living there. They were raised in the traditional fashion for the tribes, taught in the ancient dragon hunting techniques, taught the ways of navigating seemingly impossible terrain, and shown the ways of both pegasus and horse riding, skills that they never really learned how to master. Sailing was a different thing entirely, a path they truly embraced, loving to risk their boat and life sailing among the dangerous middle grounds between the two main parts of the continent. They would dart through the volcanic islands there, always seeking a thrill and hoping to see a dragon some day, even though the stories always ended with the fact that the dragons had gone away forever.

On one such adventure, Astera badly misjudged the currents, and found themselves fighting the storms that showed up around the volcanoes. A rope came loose, the boom came across, and the next thing Astera remembers is waking up adrift at sea, far from where they had once called home. Doing their best to navigate with limited supplies, they were smiled upon by the Gods and were picked up by a stray ship. A ship filled with people speaking a language they barely recognized as something a few of the traders who came into port would speak. They were dropped off at the next port the ship docked at, having picked up enough words of this new language to be able to communicate enough to realize that this ship was going nowhere near their home. With a minimal grasp on the language, and few skills that seemed relevant to this country, who wouldn't turn to thievery?

They moved around, spending time in different cities, struggling to survive, before they ended up in Auroch. A few months in, and they heard rumor of a valuable item held by one of the local gangs. Though they were warned against trying, their grasp of the local language was still poor enough that they misunderstood the danger they were facing. After all, it was an easy in and out, stealing a simple item that the gang probably wouldn't even miss. Right?