Kaja a clignoté. Un frisson froid a couru vers le haut de son corps, à la fois de l'assaut de lourdes gouttes sur son dos, et le grime glisser dans le devant de sa chemise et le côté de son visage. Elle clignote à travers le rideau de pluie, une tempête qui attaque sans relâche les arbres qui l'entourent. Avec un gémissement, elle s'est poussée vers le haut, les talons de ses mains s'enfoncent dans la saleté humide sous elle.
Les questions tournaient dans son esprit. Où était-elle? Comment est-elle arrivée là-bas? Comment rentrerait-elle chez elle?
Elle s'est accommodée dès qu'elle a pu se tenir debout sur ses deux pieds. Un rapide examen du corps l'a informée que, oui, ses vêtements ont été ruinés par la boue et la pluie, mais ce n'était pas une trempe rapide dans un plan d'eau ne pouvait pas réparer. L'arbalète attachée à sa main droite était toujours fonctionnelle, l'utilisation de l'acier inoxydable s'avérant être l'une des meilleures décisions de Kaja, et le carquois de boulon sur sa taille tenait une trentaine de boulons, dont cinq étaient les boulons spéciaux de son père. Son épée...
Sa tête fouettée autour à la recherche du gladius qu'elle avait amené à Arkanshire de la terre des Valkyries et l'a trouvé assis contre un arbre et apparemment pointant dans la direction d'une grotte avec quelque chose éclairant son intérieur. Sa main libre levée pour couvrir ses yeux de la pluie alors qu'elle cherchait une autre option. Elle pouvait aller plus loin dans la forêt, mais les fortes pluies la rendaient difficile à parcourir. Sa décision fut prise, elle saisit l'épée et l'attache à sa taille, et se dirigea vers la grotte.
Peut-être que par la pluie, elle pourrait commencer à répondre à certaines des questions qui l'agressent.
Name: Asra
Age: 20
Gender: M
Race: Demigod (of the God of Secrets) and a Human
Height: 6' 0"
Appearance:

Weapon of choice: Magic
Occupation: Dancer/Entertainer of a traveling caravan
Lore:
Asra was brought up by a single mother, and never told of his birth out of the shame that a noblewoman such as she would dally in the company of a God, unfaithfully. As the birthmark had sat on his neck, so is where she'd hurt him, in a wicked attempt to absolve herself of her crime. She was later accused by her husband, when she tried to kill the boy in a river when the nobleman found her. Before she died, Asra spoke of her secret, and left the scene, officially emancipated of all parentage.
Asra took interest in the world of the carnival, and found himself on the wagon of a friendly crew of carnies. Their faith, in their line of work and the worship of the unnatural, was based around the God of Secrets, and his association with the unknown, alienated, and cataphysical. Asra had an affinity for secrets, and as soon as he became a mage-dancer for his affinity with knowledge and mana, he just as well adopted the title as a medium, set backstage for private insurers. He'd fall into a trance, sometimes even sleep, but his body would whisper their secrets, some they had yet to know.
It was there he heard it procured from his own mouth, about the Arkanshire Dream, and its next manifestation. And when he told the caravan of his intentions, they worked their way around so that they'd be in the right place, at the right time. Unknown as to who his real father is, he walked toward the Dream with purpose. His dark secret gods of worship at his back, and a bag full of secrets, he only has his life to lose, and that may prove to break his invincible demeanor more than the pain of death ever could.
Extra Info:
-Orientation is homosexual, however, not very sexual. Desperate for love, and has never had anything of the like.
-Spiritual, but ultimately heretical, his secret ideas of gods usually being an idealized self. He prays to himself to ask if he can push himself just a little harder, in an attempt to be better. This is a psychological subconscious idea as a result of his upbringing.
-Seeks the Arkanshire Dream to know if anyone else hears his prayers, and why some go unanswered. Also possibly because his career as a dancer has run its course.
-Extremely emotional until the subject of family is brought up.
-Actively struggles with depression.