Name: Dawn Darkblade
Gender: Girl
Race: Human
Age: 15
Year: 1.
Proffesion: Fighter
Appereance:
Dawn comes from down south, and that makes her skin slightly tanned always, She has long black hair, so black that is almost absorbs light (at least thats how it looks like), and her eyes are shiny brown like the inside of a cave, and her lips are deeply red almost as blood.
Personality:Dawn is a girl with a great will, and intelligent eyes. She knows what she wants and this little stubborn girl, have decided she wants to be a dragonrider. Leah tends to find the best solutions for everyone nomatter what it is, and hopes to find the most peaceful solution in everything, though she is realistic, and if sacrifices if to be made, she do not hessitate at all. She tends to want everything perfect, and is harsher to herself than anyone else.
She has a hard time making friends, but she is very friendly and doesn’t say no if she is asked for help.
She is polite, and she demands that people are polite to her to, otherwise, she begins to show some of that rage that she otherwise never shows. And when Leah gets angry its not good being the opponent, ‘cause no matter how much she follows the rules, and no matter how little she wants to harm people, she doesn’t care as soon as she gets really angry.
Background:Dawn was born in a small tribe down south, where people looked out for each other and the children almost belonged to the whole tribe, so children only knew who their parents where because that was where they slept.
Dawn’s mom though had died in childbirth and because her father didn’t know all those girls stuff that she needed to know, Leah became a tribechild. She never slept around ones fire to long, before she got on to the next. Lonewolf their shaman leader always told her how she was born into their tribe, and that she was an omen. The problem was just that he didn’t know if she was a good or a bad omen. Which is the reason he had given her a name that could mean both.
When Dawn was 8 they She saw which omen she was. Cause as the dawn rose that morning on her 8 year old birthday, a massive wave of huge green men came running towards her nomad tribe, screaming and yelling while their bloodlust shone in their eyes. Dawn was frightened and as she sheltered herself behind a great rock, she cried and tried to hide the sound of women screaming and men fighting. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around, just about to scream when another hand covered her mouth. Deep in her panic she suddenly began to recognize something. It was Lonewolf with his toothless grin and long white hair who took her away from the place. He had survived. And he even helped her survive, as the travelled through desert and forest to a human town where they could get work. From this day on Lonewolf never grinned again, and even though he told her every story from their tribe, and teached her everything he knew about such things, he sometimes could sit and stare at her, without saying a word, deeply in his own thoughts.
Dawn had to for both of them, cause Lonewolf where so old that he hardly could walk. Much older than the average human. While Dawn worked the best she could, Lonewolf told tales and got food and coins that way through.
Whenever Dawn could get away with it she would go down and listen to Lonewolfs stories, especially if they were about dragons. When Dawn entered her 13th year of life Lonewolf died in bed as an old man. He had been ill every winter that has come and gone, and this winter had taken him away.
Dawn didn’t know what to do, and she ended up walking to the greatest city ever, and live there by serve as a middlelink between elfs and dwarfs, and those to races couldn’t bare to look at each other. The day she turned 15, she left for the great school, where she had saved up money enough to pay for at least the first year. And now had three pair of clothes. One to parties, one for indoor and one for outdoor.
Stats
Strength 17
Dexterity 14
Constitution 15
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 10
Charisma 15