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Race: Half-drow, half Kinderling
Class: Archblade (Warrior/Rogue)
Age: 30
Appearance: Lunaâs most distinctive feature is her hair- the flawless silver-white of a drowâs locks evenly striped with ebony-black, her fatherâs contribution to her heritage. Her skin is vaguely ash-colored, and itâs simple enough to guess that she is not human, but itâs harder to determine exactly what she is. The pointed ears usually get people to guess correctly, but few are ever really certain. Her stature, an athletic 5â7,â allows her to move nimbly and with grace characteristic of both her species.
Notably, Luna is always dressed in all black, and always armed. Her face usually has some kind of sardonic expression upon it- sheâs prone to smirks, scowls and much eye-rolling as well.
Level: 1
Personality: Luna is snark, sass, and quite a lot of cynicism rolled into a single individual. Sheâs not exactly social, but neither is she averse to people- as long as they can handle her attitude, that is. She loves dry and dark humor, and cleverness is the easiest way to make it into her good books. Morals are negotiable as far as sheâs concerned, but contracts are not. As such, if she says sheâs going to do something, sheâll do it, come Hell or high water.
Not the type of person to form attachments easily, she nevertheless integrates into groups without too much trouble. Basic social skills are necessary for survival, and survival is something sheâs quite good at. Sheâs not terribly easy to offend, even by direct attack to her character. As sheâs quick to point out, most of the accusations a person could level against her are either true or so stupid sheâs not going to bother dignifying them with a response. She does have a certain kind of honor, though, and implying otherwise does tend to set her off.
Her anger is a cold thing, but that doesnât stop her from being the first into a battle and the last out.
Diety: She finds deities boring, and much prefers to concern herself with nitty-gritty mortal affairs than the divine kind.
Likes: Sheâs got something of a bloodlust instinct, which means that to a certain extent, Luna will always crave battle in much the same way as other people crave alcohol or similar intoxicants. Surprisingly, she also has a fondness for whittling and dance, not that sheâd ever tell.
Dislikes: She doesnât like kids, or having her business meddled with by outside agents. People who break contracts or promises are her biggest peeve, and liars in general donât go over too well with the brutally-honest mercenary.
Life Goals: She wants her damn ship back, thank you very much. Also fame and fortune.
Fears: Sheâs not afraid of much anymore, but occasionally she wonders if the bloodlust might consume her and change who she is, and that makes her extremely uncomfortable to consider.
Quirks: Luna doesnât tell lies, oddly enough for someone once in the business of pirating.
Weapons: She carries two kinds of sword, a rapier and a longsword, which she can use either alternately or at the same time, if the situation calls for it.
Armor: She usually wears chainmail overlaid with black leathers.
Gear: Weapon and armor maintenance is of the utmost importance to someone who lives and dies by the strength of their arms, and so Luna carries whetstones, leather oils, and materials for cleaning her chainmail.
Animals: N/A
Magic Items: N/A
Spells: N/A