Katya 4 erilen

Name: WHAT IS YOUR NAME, NUGGET? KATYA MARIE DELAMORE, SIR.

Age: ~20 years old, but babyface makes her look much younger.

Race: filthy hooman

Appearance: q t patootie. Fair, a bit on the tan side. Freckles on her face and shoulders from sun exposure. Blonde hair usually put in a half ponytail or rolled into a bun. Striking Sapphire blue eyes. Lean muscle tone, average height, nothing special. Minor burn scars scattered on her body.

Personality: P-I-R-A-T-E. Rlly tho, she loves a good fight, not afraid to use a few dirty moves to get an advantage, though. She's not one to take orders, but if you gain her respect she'll have no problem looking up to you and respecting your wishes and commands. Also easily persuaded by a bit of coin. However, she had a deep-rooted fear of the open sea and fires after an accident in her childhood which killed her parents.

Equipment: A trusty saber smithed by one of her father's former crewmen. Nothing special about it, she just feels drawn to having a special blade at her side, feeling it will give her an advantage over any ol' blade. She wears her mother's black choker embedded with a ruby, a piece recovered from the wreckage. With a back up dagger slipped into a holster under her dress, she is never without a backup plan should her saber fail her. She isn't much for magic or ranged weapons and prefers an "up-in-their-face" approach.

Background: When Katya was a young girl, aged about 7, she was on a trip to a small island to deliver a cargo shipment on her family's ship, when they were attacked by rivals intercepting them. The fight that ensued set the ship ablaze, soon destroying it and causing it to sink into the sea, while her mother made sure that her daughter got off safe, she sent her off with a few crewsmen to jumps hip and head to shore. From there, they made it back to the mainland and they raised her until she was old enough to venture on her own, settling on hitting up an inn using whatever coin she beat out of a vagabond here and there.