Katherine fronça et écouta les paroles du Seigneur. Puis, brusquement, elle s'est retrouvée dans sa chambre. Ou elle pensait que "cell" était plus précis. Elle s'est enfoncée dans l'une des chaises de peluche et a envisagé ses options, l'attraper et le personnel à l'avance. Elle a regardé autour de lui pour voir s'il y avait des fenêtres ou un balcon ou autre chose et, bien sûr, n'en a trouvé aucun. Il avait clairement prévu cette pièce pour ne pas lui permettre de s'échapper.
"La lettre était donc une fausse. Pourquoi Emmerich m'enverrait-il à ce monstre? Il n'aurait pas voulu? Elle avait besoin de réponses, mais elle n'était pas sur le point d'en avoir. Mais elle a besoin de sortir d'ici. Elle n'était pas sur le point d'épouser Stefan. Elle ne serait pas une femme trophée.
Malheureusement, Kathy ne pouvait pas vraiment penser à quoi que ce soit à faire en ce moment. Donc elle aurait juste à attendre... peut-être qu'une chance viendrait.
Name: Katherine
Gender: Female
Class: Princess (Lord)
Age/Birthdate: 21
Level : 3



 Katherine has bright green eyes, light brown hair, and a pale complexion. She wears a rather plain white cleric dress that reaches to her ankles, and brown boots.

As a child, Katherine lived a pretty plain life living with on a farm in the countryside. Pretty often she would play together with her neighbor, sword fighting with sticks, or some other childlike game. Although, on occasion it would be chess. More often than not, he beat her in most everything. He was a bit more active and strategic than she, while Kathy was more sweet and carefree.
She was happy, until the day came that her neighbor decided to become a militiaman. Kathy never quite understood why. She knew he liked sword fighting and wanted to protect as many people as he could, but she didn’t want him to get hurt either….but it was his decision, and off he went. She was never able to see him very often.
This made her rather unhappy and bored, and decided to become a cleric. She enjoyed helping people, and soldiers often had need of healing, right? What better way could she help him? They were getting too old to play child’s games, but at least she could see him every now and then. And she did enjoy being a cleric. It was nice helping people and relieving their pain and illness. It suited her better than fighting.
That is, of course, until the sigil showed up on her upper right thigh. She knew what it meant. And it meant a whole new life for her…

HP: 18 – 60%
Str: 2 – 20%
Magic: 10 – 50%
Skll: 6 – 40%
Speed: 9 – 50%
Luck: 7 – 30%
Def: 5 – 35%
Res: 7 – 35%

Light: D
Staff: D
 Light Magic: Lightning (D), Divine (C), Seraphim (B), (Ultimate Spell to be named) (A)
Staff Magic: Mend (D), Restore (C), Physick (B), Fortify (A) 

1-->2 HP Mag Spd Res
2-->3 Mag Spd Def Res