Keaira Firefoot (Completed)

[Ragnar Lodbrock]

Your character's full name: Keaira Firefoot
Age: 29
Species: Silver Fox
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance:

Keaira is an average sized female fox, with a rather lithe body type. Her fur colour is ashen, with the tip of her tail being black. What makes her different from most silver foxes (being a colour mutation of red foxes), is that she has retained some of the red colouring on the tips of her paws, which has given her the last name "Firefoot". Her eyes are a pale green, with a piercing gaze.

The clothes she commonly wears, is low cut leather top, which serves as decent armour, but allows her freedom to move quickly. She couples this with leather breeches, laced up on the sides, and a utility belt with a simple clasp that has a few pouches to hold her belongings. On her forearms she has two studded leather vambraces,

Belongings:

Kearia's belongings consist of her clothing, a powerful recurve bow with barbed arrows, a cutlass and a long dagger that she wears on her right hip. In the pouches of her utility belt, there are a couple of things that are useful in the field; a small vial of poison that can be used to make her arrows even more deadly, rations, an extra bowstring, and a flagon of water.

Job or Position:

Pirate

Personality:

Cool, calm and collective, Keaira is a thinker, and is more than capable at doing things on her own. Because of this, she usually prefers to work by herself on tasks. She's an utterly ruthless killer. However she has a penchant for the elderly and extremely young, and those who would abuse and harm both tend to suffer her eternal wrath.

She has no inclinations to lust after things, and is not motivated by money but rather the thrill of the job. Being asked to do something menial is beneath her, but that's because it tends to bore her.

History and Background Information:

Keaira was born from a northland tribe of foxes who lived close to the coast, and were seafaring beasts, making their living from fishing off the coast. They were frequently harassed by vermin armies from the north, so Keaira had to learn from a young age how to handle both sword and bow.

Most of the raids the vermin made were minor, but they were frequent enough to keep a beast on their toes, and it offered excellent experience for Keaira.

She learned her way of fighting from her grandmother, who was extremely proficient in using a bow. She taught Keaira how to fire it even while running, to aim properly and have the arrow strike at any point with great accuracy, and even in making the deadly poison to put on the arrowheads. Her father taught her the way of the sword, for he was a great swordsbeast and carried a large sword that could cleave two beasts in half with one strike.

These things continued on until a pestilence occurred within the fish stocks. Her family starving, and with no way to help them, Keaira wasn't sure what to do. She continually made journeys on her fishing skiff, attempting to find any morsel of food that could help her tribe. However that all changed when a storm completely wrecked her little boat. She managed to cling onto a floating piece of wood somehow, and was eventually picked up by a ship of corsairs. They saw her weapons, and figured she'd be a right good fighter. So they nursed her back to health and eventually put her to work on the boat. They smuggled goods, and caused trouble indiscriminately. She was fond of the adventure and she would always send a portion of her payment to her family. Whether it got to them, she was not entirely sure. But the fact that she was making an effort calmed her mind.

She continued to stay on the ship "Dragon's Breath" and has struck up a companionship/friendly rivalry with the captain; Conan.

Any other details:

Friends/Rivals with Conan.

[Vrelt]

Approved. Good luck with Conan, Miss Firefoot.