Description

Personality

Pyra has a quiet fierceness about her. Pyra works in hunting parties as trade for food, hide for clothing or help with other things. She travels alone for the most part when not working in a party. Her eyesight is keen and her aim is true. Hand to hand Pyra is not overly strong. Her strength lies in her ability to throw her spear or hit home with a quick thrust. Just recently she has been attempting to use her spear for fishing.

Pyra deals everyday with the loss of Marek. During the day it is easier as generally she has something to occupy her attention. She misses the bond they shared when hunting, the silent communication the two had. A look at times was all that was needed. The nights are the hardest for Pyra.

She doesn't freely share her history. It would take some prodding and pushing to get her to open up about Marek. When asked about the other spear she simply replies that it is for a specific purpose. Most take that to mean that she has a particular beast she is trying to find and leave it at that.

Pyra's anger is only evident when someone attempts to touch or take her cloak or spear as they are all she has of Marek. She has rebuffed numerous offers of a new cloak or fur to fix the current one.

Overall Pyra is hard-working, practical and controlled. She doesn't panic in the face of danger. She takes orders well when working within a party.

Equipment

Pyra carries two spears. One is hers which she uses for everything. The other is Marek's which she does not use. She intends to use it to kill the other two men when she finds them and makes them tell her what happened that night.

She is currently wearing a worn fur cloak. It is a brown feline pelt. This too belong to Marek. Her dress is a simple hide with a hole in the top and a belt to wrap it tightly at her waist. The sides of the skirt are open to allow her free range of movement.

History

Up to two years ago Pyra traveled with her companion Marek. Pyra was given to Marek when their clans merged. The coming togehter of the two had been beneficial to both parties. Pyra, only 17 at the time, met Marek for the first time on the day they were bonded together. Pyra was informed in her childhood that her father had set up a betrothal for her to the son of a neighbouring clan. The two clans had been working together in amicable peace to hunt and protect their rudimentary attempts at farming. Pyra lived in fear of the day she was to leave with this man. Pyra spent the years of her youth learning to hunt with a spear. When the day arrived Pyra was more afraid than if she was staring down the most fiercesome creature. She learned quicky she had nothing to fear in Marek. He was four years older than her. He taught her how to fight at his side. To watch his back with her keen eyes and deadly aim. Marek would hunt and she was always at his side. Marek was kind, and loving to her. Pyra never left his side.

They worked together as a team from that day on. Two years ago, Pyra and Marek had made camp. They settled in for the evening. Pyra was tending the fire and the roasting meat and Marek had moved off to hang the hid for drying. It was to be a new garment for Pyra as her hide skirt was becoming quite worn. Pyra was huddled under Marek's fur cloak when she heard the noise. At first she thought it was Marek but it bcame quickly apparent that whatever was coming towards her had more than one set of feet, and tread heavier than Marek. Slowly, Pyra grabbed her spear but never managed to turn to look at what was there. Someone had her by the hair, another grabbed the spear out of her hands. A third stood over her. Three men. They had the look of men who hadn't eaten in a while. Their current smiles filled Pyra's stomach with dread. Meat hadn't been the only thing they had been without. Pyra narrowed her eyes and prepared to fight back. They were just too strong. Pinning her down they easily fought her off. Pyra attempted to claw and bite at them. They laughed. Above their laughter she heard Marek's footsteps. Her heart leapt out of her chest. One man held her arms over her head while the other postioned himself on her. The third turned to stop Marek's advances. Her could hear the sounds of fists on flesh.

Pyra closed her eyes and screamed. The next thing she remembers is opening her eyes and the sight of Marek and one of the men dead on the ground. There was no sign of the other two men. Pyra crawled off and emptied her stomach of what little there was in it. She spent the next two days digging a pit for Marek's body. Once done she placed him in it and covered him with branches and leave. Raw, scrathed and bloodied hands worked to build a fire which she used to light his remains. No carrion would have at him. Pyra gathered Marek's cloak, and spear, along with her own and set off to find the other two men.

Pyra moved around the last two years in an attempt to find the other two men. She wants answers to what happened that night.