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Caithryth
Caithryth
| Name | Caithryth |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Sellsword |
| Age | In her best years |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | On the Road again. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Heritage: Southron, Gondorian accent. Hair: Dark, shoulder length. Eyes: Blue Body: Roughly 5.6 feet tall, wiry built. Appearance: Two prominent old dueling scars on her cheeks and multiple smaller less obvious ones along her cheekbones mar an otherwise pleasant face. She usually moves in a graceful, fluid way, observant onlookers might consider this akin to trained dancers (when sober), and usually values speed over brawn. Clothing and Arms: When travelling, she prefers comfortable gear that is rugged enough to withstand weather and the dust of the road. In combat, she prefers to don light mails that don't impede movement too much. Regardless of attire, she will rarely depart without her trusty companions at her side: A short, curved dagger with a darkwood handle and a slender, curved blade looking of southeastern make. She wears a small stained silver trinket around her neck on a copper link chain. |
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Background
Apparent information:
She's hailing from the southern lands, so much is clear from her accent she can't hide. Especially not when ale or excitement runs high. If asked about her past the usually rather direct woman becomes a bit more taciturn, unless in the company of good friends, with her mannerisms often being uncouth - quite contrary to her sometimes more educated choice of words and manner of speaking.
Asking about her:
She's been seen around Bree lately, and has been there multiple times in the past, often for 1-2 weeks at a row, having made some good coin escorting travelling merchants.
Asking her:
This information could only come from her, or someone close.
She hails from Pelargir and was born into the rather boring life of a local well-off merchant family and faced with the spectre of being really bad at numbers and a mercantile future. Luckily for her, her father, a man both adventurous enough to travel down from the dale-lands and to marry her mother, tried to sweeten the deal of learning a trade and a burgeois life by offering to give her some lessons of his own. Young Caithryth quickly took an interest in those lessons on swordplay and 'adventuring', and to some extent the old man never even expected.
What started as horsing around got transformed into taking private fencing lessons and by the time she came of age, she broke with her parents and decided to have it her own way.
That was more than ten years ago.
"I am good at what I'm doing, what else can I say?"
| Friends | None that matter |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None that matter |
| Rivals/Enemies | Live long enough and you shall make plenty |
| Loves | Both swordplay and wordplay, a good drink, getting paid on time, listening to a captivating story and being her own boss. |
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| Hates | Folks not keeping their word, caverns, being patronized. |
| Motivation | Good gold, good stories and finally finding a place to fit in. |
| Quotes | “You should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.” |
Caithryth's Adventures
| Endgame | 7 years 3 days ago |
| Blind Anger | 7 years 3 days ago |
| Into the Fire | 7 years 1 month ago |
| Forked paths | 7 years 1 month ago |
