--- Sur un navire...
Keerin avait pour la plupart gardé pour elle-même pendant le voyage tandis que tous les autres avaient commencé à se mêler. Personne ne s'intéressait à lui parler, même si c'était bien pour elle. Elle n'avait rien à dire à sa fête de toute façon.
Le Sage-tourné-Cleric s'est retrouvé sur le pont du navire et admirant les vagues bleues. Ça lui rappelait son voyage loin de chez elle. Elle ne savait pas combien de temps cela a vraiment duré, mais pour elle, c'était presque comme une éternité. Elle a dû lutter avec tous les sentiments de regret et de mal du pays sur ce navire. Même maintenant, elle a lutté, luttant contre l'envie de revenir à la maison pour revoir son prince bien-aimé.
Elle ferma rapidement les yeux pour empêcher les larmes de fuir et continua à regarder l'eau bleue, essayant de ne rien penser.
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