Kathryn
La rivière peu profonde était sombre malgré le soleil éclatant qui glanait dessus. Rempli de sang de nombreuses espèces différentes et de leurs cadavres respectifs, on pourrait soutenir que cette rivière a été faite uniquement de ces cadavres et de leur sang, d'autre part le fait que pas trop haut rivière il était aussi propre et clair comme si elle n'avait jamais été touchée par le monde extérieur. La seule qui restait debout était une femme qui avait une armure en plusieurs endroits, un casque manquant, et des taches de sang à travers elle et son armure. Elle a pris ses environs pour voir si quelqu'un d'autre était encore debout. Elle était seule sur le bord de la rivière. "Personne n'est encore debout?" Elle a dit dans l'espoir que quelqu'un de sa fête était encore en vie. Elle-même et un petit groupe sont allés confronter une patrouille pour le Darklord, seulement pour découvrir que le nombre d'avantages qu'ils pensaient avoir n'était pas vrai.
Juste à peine à l'intérieur de la rivière peu profonde le dernier Orc a essayé de se lever, trop faible et blessé pour faire beaucoup il est tombé dans le lit de la rivière, face à peine au-dessus de l'eau. Kathryn a attrapé sa lame qui après le combat avait besoin d'un beau affûtage, mais il ferait toujours le travail. Puis elle s'est arrêtée juste à la base de la rivière, ses pieds à seulement quelques centimètres des eaux sombres. Elle savait qu'elle pouvait s'y tenir, mais elle n'était toujours pas en mesure d'y aller. Et s'il y avait un trou dans l'eau qu'elle ne voyait pas? Et si l'Orc l'avait abattue? Et si elle était coincée et coulée? Elle a cherché une autre option, elle n'allait pas laisser cet Orc survivre après avoir aidé à tuer ses alliés.
Sur l'un des corps au bord de la rivière était un arc en bois bon marché, le corps ayant également un carquois avec quelques flèches restant. Elle a marché jusqu'au corps, humain. L'arc était toujours en bon état, son utilisateur pas tellement, elle ne l'a pas reconnu. Même s'il n'était pas en dehors de l'armée de Darklord de ce qu'elle pouvait dire. Elle soupira et prit l'arc, seulement pour marcher au bord de la rivière et prendre le but à l'Orc, qui était plus près de se tenir cette fois, seulement pour s'arrêter quand il a remarqué le guerrier humain prendre le but. Il n'a pas eu le temps de finir avant que la flèche ne passe par son crâne, le tuant avant que sa tête ne tombe face dans le lit de la rivière comme tant d'autres ici. "Les soldats se tuent en quelque sorte. Pas de règles, fais ce que tu peux pour gagner." Il parlait comme s'il était encore en vie. Sur les dix personnes qui sont venues se battre contre la patrouille, c'était tout ce qui restait. Mais à l'heure actuelle, la ville voisine aurait dû être évacuée. Tout le monde ici savait qu'il y avait peu de chances qu'aucun d'entre eux s'en sorte en vie, plus de troupes se présenteraient bientôt. Tout ce qu'elle pouvait faire, c'était passer à autre chose et aider qui était le prochain.
Elle a pris son équipement dispersé et les remplacements pour les pièces cassées et a continué, en portant avec elle son armure, des armes, et un petit sac à dos tenant assez de provisions pour une seule personne pendant une journée environ. Elle aurait besoin d'arrêter pour plus d'eau plus tard quand elle a trouvé une autre source propre. Elle n'a pas mis longtemps à trouver les restes d'une autre ville qui avait été saccagée et brûlée. Ce n'était pas de la même patrouille, ils n'avaient pas les provisions d'une ville saccagée, et ils venaient d'une autre direction. Non, c'était autre chose. Quelque chose qui aurait pu être bien pire. Elle était fatiguée, endolorie, encore meurtrie, mais si cette fête de raid était encore en mouvement alors elle l'était aussi. Elle a suivi les sentiers laissés derrière.
Name:
Kathryn
Titles:
Kathryn is mostly known as Kat to people she gets to know. But for people she doesn't know, there are few titles she is okay with. Sir, trooper, Ma'am, or even just Kathryn.
Age:
27
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Kathryn stands at about five foot ten inches with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Her hair is cut extremely short as it is easier to move in combat with short hair and it is less likely to get grabbed like that. For the most part she wears her Medium armor that includes her chest place, her covered helmet, a light chainmail armor underneath, and metal arm and leg pads for additional protection.
When not wearing the armor she has a stronger then average build to herself and she stands tall with pride and like she is ready for battle at a moments notice. Anyone that pays attention can notice parts of her body have several scars. Some scars are from blades, some from operations, some from burns, and some are too hard to tell. Anyone that spends enough time with her will notice her left arm moves noticeably slower then her right arm, which is why she primarily uses it for defensive uses.
On her right arm the word "Traitor" is branded into her arm. The language is similar to common elvish.
Personality:
Kathryn puts on the appearance of being a complete loyal soldier to her cause, no fear, no emotions, and no remorse for anyone. She acts strict and determined whenever she is in public. Though when she is caught off guard or she is not in view of the public is it easy to tell she is a total softy. She enjoys other people being happy, she likes to relax, and she gets cheerful at what seems like every little things. She also tends to get very protective of things she thinks needs protection, and people that she believes are innocent and are close to her.
Weapons:
Kathryn being the trained warrior as she is, carries a small armory with her at any given time.
*A retractable mace that holds two forms, a compact meant for storage use, and a fully extended where is stands about three feet tall with the head being surrounded by rectangular extrusions to act as just more material to cause damage to the target
*A small shield that is a little bit less then two feet in diameter. The shield is also designed to be placed on one's back when not in use, and has a small sheath for a small blade.
*A Kukri that is a little over a foot long and fits inside the sheath of the shield.
*A cheap bow with identical cheap arrows for a possible ranged defensive.
*A small combat knife, designed to be stored away with ease and able to be thrown by someone who is well trained.
Skills/Magic:
*Kathryn is a skilled fighter, being trained most of her childhood to fight as a warrior there are few things she can't take on in direct combat. Those exceptions being ranged weapons with a piercing ability, explosions, magic, and anything that is simply too big to be effected by a mace getting thumped on it's head.
*Kathryn with out her armor and gear would be relatively fast and more then reasonably strong. Though since she doesn't take off her armor much she tends to be a lot slower then she actually is. Her gear also tends to hinder her agility in fighting, but she figures between her skill and her armor it is worth it.
*Kathryn despite not working well with magic, she has an ability to learn languages extremely fast. For example, if she were to listen to a couple people talking for a half hour or so she would be able to speak the basics of it. If she were to see writing of it she would be able to read and write it with in a couple hours, for more complicated languages she would need to spend more time hearing it then more simple ones or ones that are not similar to the ones she knows.
History:
Kathryn was raised in a a clan that focused on training the best soldiers it could. In doing so Kathryn was born and raised as one of the top students in her class. The clan itself was intended to just provide protection to communities in exchange for food, but in recent years the terms changed. When the front lines of the war were getting closer and closer to the area of influence for her clan, the leaders made a choice. They decided to pull every student who was close enough to have finished training and enlisted every student and soldier for a raid of the surrounding villages and towns to find food and supplies needed to become nomadic. Kathryn was one of those students.
When the orders were given there was a conflict of morals within the war clan. While most were fine with stocking up to find a better defensive position to fight at the cost of the surrounding communities, a portion did not agree and a large internal conflict erupted halting the raids long enough for the Dark Lord's armies to catch up to the towns. What forces remained of Kathryn's clan were too weak to fend off against the Dark Lord's forces. Soon anyone that was left scattered or joined ranks with the armies of Darkness with no other real options for survival left.
Kathryn fled after the conflicts ended and ran as deep into the free world as she could. As a young cadet she didn't have much going for her other then incomplete training and the few possessions she still have left to her name. She eventually got too tired and sick to keep moving, and found herself in a ditch dying. By morning the locals who found her had brought her in and nurtured her back to health. By the time she was back to full strength the army of Darkness had arrived, she along with the town's few defenders decided to hold them back while the town evacuated. Though successful this time she got stuck in an endless loop of fighting the dark armies, running as far as she could, getting sick, and being brought back to health. Or fighting more to survive.
Eventually she met up with a large group of refugees and started traveling with them. Assisting where she could, and rebuilding her strength so she could eventually face The Dark Lord's Armies with out having to run away. And to help turn the tide of the war. With her makeshift training and her experience in combat, she wonders the front lines causing damage where ever she can do it.
Other:
Kathryn has a fear of water, she can't swim well at all.
(If there is anything that needs to be fixed just let me know and I can get right on it! I also apologize for my grammar, it is really off tonight it seems?)