--- Sur un navire...
"Bonjour. Est-ce que tu... vas bien?"
"Kyah!" Keerin a été surpris par le salut soudain du Chevalier de Pegasus. Quoi qu'il en soit, tout serait soudain pour un si occupé à gérer ses pensées. "Oh, uh, pardonnez-moi milady. Je ne voulais pas vous offenser!" Le Clerc s'est vite excusé, se baissant la tête. "J'ai juste été surpris. Encore une fois, mes excuses."
Alors que Keerin l'avait vue avant de se présenter quand le groupe s'est réuni pour la première fois, c'était la première fois que le clergé l'avait bien regardée. D'une certaine façon, Keerin a été rappelée à sa meilleure amie. Les couleurs ne correspondaient pas, mais leurs figures étaient semblables ainsi que la façon dont elles se portaient. -- Y a-t-il quelque chose dont vous avez besoin de moi, madame? Elle a demandé au Chevalier de Pegasus.
Name: Keerin



Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight (and married, sort of.)
Personality:
Quiet and reserved but when push comes to shove, she will put her foot down and not move an inch (unless it becomes physical then you can move her all you want :3).
As such, Keerin can come off as secretive and antisocial. And she likely is as she will only say what is needed and be quiet at all the rest. One would be correct in that she is hiding a secret but it is a secret for a reason.
She will also not fight for any reason, not even to defend herself, but she will try to put others out of harm's way, even at the cost of her own life.
Class: Cleric
Bio:
Keerin will say she came from Santorini Island as your run-of-the-mill Cleric, healing people for a living but I'll tell you the truth with a poem. *ahem*

In a small kingdom, minor and unknown
Lived a young boy, heir to the throne
He had two retainers, beauties of the land
The best of friends, but both craved the prince's hand
The tired King himself, the prince's father
Loudly he declared, clear was his order
"The both of you shall marry my son!
Let this command be questioned by none!"
And thus, the strangest of marriages was sanctioned
But despite the King's words, its sanctity was questioned
Whispers of taboo and damnation
Turned to yells of reject and condemnation
One of the maidens, Keerin the Sage
Blind she was not to the kingdom's outrage
The unholy union of three souls
Was an act darker than the blackest coal
She could not bear to watch her beloved
To be spat on and decried for all their lives
And so she decided to end this curse
By leaving completely, uttering no words