L'épée de Fiona est venue loin du chien de l'enfer éclaboussé d'un liquide très sombre, le relativement mauvais éclairage de nuit inefficace pour montrer n'importe quelle couleur. Loin de tout ce qu'elle savait, cette créature saignait entièrement de sang noir. Le fait qu'elle l'ait fait saigner était encourageant; les autres qui étaient arrivés pour se battre étaient préoccupés par l'antipaladin, laissant à elle et Tobias le soin de s'occuper de la montagne.
Alors que la bête se tourna vers elle et grogne, Fiona s'arrêta, élargissant légèrement sa position, se préparant à s'éloigner lorsqu'elle attaqua, mais Tobias fut poussée à frapper en premier, essayant de la flanquer alors que son attention était ailleurs. Il s'est avéré à la fois rapide et conscient de son environnement en s'éloignant de lui, et les yeux de Fiona s'élargit quand il a presque atterri un coup sur sa forme sujette en retour.
Garder son épée dans les deux mains, elle l'a retournée vers l'arrière et s'est précipitée vers le côté du chien. "Éloignez-vous de lui!" Elle a crié, juste avant de lever les bras et de faire tomber son épée, essayant de percer le chien au-dessus de l'épaule droite, espérant frapper quelque chose de vital si elle pouvait se connecter.
Name: Fiona
Age: 22
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Appearance/Clothing: Reference 1, Reference 2. Fairly average height, with a lean and toned build. Fiery, wild red hair and light brown eyes, skin tone a fair, slightly pale coloration.
Skills: Close combat fighting, speed and agility, moderate strength, excellent horseback riding skills. Proficient both armed and unarmed, moderate endurance for taking hits. Good at cooking with relatively little to work with, and while likely irrelevant, good at farming.
Natural Abilities: None - Human
Magic/Spells: None
Armor: Roughly as seen in the image, some pieces of scavenged light plate, most effectively protecting her right arm.
Weapons: Use reference 2 for example. A fairly standard curved longsword, lightweight but sturdy. She has a dagger sheathed on her left thigh for emergencies.
Possessions: Little of note. Her clothes, weapons, armor, packs, supplies, basic medical items and personal belongings. Most of it kept in her horse's saddlebags.
Personality: Fiona's bold and brash, often unafraid of things she probably should be, and in general a very confident and self-assured individual. Like any good adventurer she is both curious and brave, but also deeply selfless, not preferring to use the word 'mercenary' to describe herself, as this implies the coin is the end goal she works for. Mostly she just enjoys her life for what it is: a chance to explore, meet new people and see new things, and help wherever she can, with what skill she has. Though typically a loner, she doesn't turn down help when offered, and tries to work together with others as best she can. She's an inexperienced, terrible liar, preferring both her combat and her conversation upfront and uncomplicated.
History: Fiona's story is a relatively simple one, starting with a family not important enough to even have a lasting name. She's simply Fiona, of the village of Drayden, a little farming community quite a ways from many large population centers. Fiona was an only child, and thus assisted a great deal around the farm, becoming strong and physically active as a result.
Wandering adventurers inspired her even as a teenage girl, and her mind would not be swayed from eventually leaving the family farm to see the world. When they were eventually able to hire some help, she used what coin she had to purchase some basic equipment, and set out at age 19, blade in hand, hunting for contracts. Naturally, without the best of training or a good starting foundation of equipment and knowledge, Fiona struggled in her first few years, but learned from her mistakes, and has developed into a competent and even confident fighter, willing and able to take on problems the average person doesn't want to deal with.