Name: Helena Winterwald
Class: Thief Trainee (-> Scavenger, -> Wanderer)
Character Specific Skill: Wrath
Affinity:
Personal Fault: The one who runs: If the character doesn't move this round, -2 Damage
Personal Skill: What it takes to survive: If the character is under half HP, +10 to hit and evasion
//Personal Skill: TBD
////Personal Skill: TBD

Preferred stats: SPD, LCK
Weapon profs: Swords (E)

Level: 1 (0/100)
Total Level: 1

Progression spent: 330/330

HP: 16 (55%)
STR: 4 (55%)
MAG: 1 (35%)
SKL: 5 (50%)
CON: 4
AID: 3
LUK: 2 (20%)
DEF: 3 (30%)
RES: 1 (25%)
SPD: 4 (60%)
MOV: 4


[code]Inventory:
Name            Type () RNG MT WT CR Hit QL
Slim Sword      Thru (E) 1  3  4  10 100  35/35
Vulnerary (3/3)
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Battle Stats (Slim Sword):
AT : 8
Hit: 111
AS : 4
Eva: 10
Crt: 12
DG : 2


Helenas story begins at the age of 15, in a miniscule settlement, now ex-settlement south-west of Troi. The band of the bear, a bloodthirsty band of bandits under the commando of Olaf Oegstrom had razed the place, leaving Helena to survive in the same fashion she usualy approached her problems, by running away and hiding. Having come to terms with reality after two days of hunger, she had returned to the cooling down ashes of her former life, stepping over former friends to search for something, anything, that would allow her to survive. The track to the nearest village was long and difficult. She was in luck, all things considered, for what the bandits had in brutality, they lacked in diligence, leaving behind an amulette of amber, perhaps one of the most valueable things in the whole village, behind on the neck of one of their victims. That was good, she could use this, you could buy a whole bunch of food and a place in a warm bed for this! She was already going to work on cutting it loose, when a sound behind her brought her back from what little euphoria she could muster...

The band of the bear had not, in fact, moved onwards, but used the still standing huts as shelter to rest for a few days. Finding herself surrounded by too much scum to run from, it was Soeren Wormsted who approached her, drunk and boisterous, already boasting about what he'd do to her after getting that bling. Wanting to show off, and have a little fun, he teased the crowd with a few small cuts, aiming more to humilate than wound Helena, but this treatment was enough to remind Helena of the harshness of the situation. Do everything that is needed to survive. Adressing the crowd for a drunken speech, he had turned his back on her, and she made use of that, in bloody fashion. When the dust had settled, before she even came to terms with what had happened, the spectators where already gathering in on her, for a proper finish.

The commanding voice of Olaf Oegstrom brought the crowd to a hold. He always had is own was of handling things. Whatever it was, he saw something in the girl, and at the very least it was enough to get him interested to find out what it was. He declared his band was now short one blade, and is just so happened that replacing a drunkard who got stabbed by a girl with the very girl who stabbed him was a significant improvement. If she didn't want to starve alone, out here in the woods, joining the band of the bear was a way out. Helena, driven by sheer pragmatism, accepted, much to the dislike of the bandits, who were howling for blood. One in particular Sven Wormsted, the drunkards brother voiced an amount of disagreement that no competent ruler would usualy ignore, but Olaf had earned his authority and respect, and his decision was set in stone.

Two years passed, dirty, unpleasant years. Forced to steal for the bandits, sometimes silently, sometimes as knifepoint, and taught a rudimentary swordsmanship, Helena was little more than a servant to the bandits. Only Olafs protection spared Helena from the worst, as the general hatred of the band towards her cooled down, but never disappeared. She thought of escape a lot, even attempted it, however Sven had developed a grudging obsession with her. Whenever she wanted to leave, he was there. "Going anywhere?" "Leaving so soon?". No, escape was no option. Do what you need to survive...

Chances for survival however vanished into thin air, when Olaf caught the end that all bandits and thieves catch eventually, that is, the tip ot the end of a knife. Knowing that with him, her only protection had died, Helena made a desperate run for it. It took weeks for her to shake the bandits off. Now, left to her own devices, she is ashamed of what happened. She had stolen, mugged...even killed, and set fire in these years. And some of it even was fun, at times. But those times had to come to an end. Her guilty conscience had grown louder than the pragmatism, and rudimentary bladework being the only real skill she had, she was fully intent to put it to work for the right side, this time.