Name: Feara Rai Alabaith
Age:20
Description:Fear is a strong woman, one who has beauty as well. Her hair is long and dark red, and usually kept in a braid. Her eyes a bright blue and skin light but not pale. There is also a scar right above her heart.
Alignment: Feara is the leader of the rebels.
Where she is from: Feara is from the City of Alabaith, born and raised in the castle, being that she is the late kings daughter.
History: Feara was born in the castle a year after her brother. Growing up she was doted on, much to her dislike. She was the kind of girl who played with her brother in the mud, played with swords and then in the evening dressed in pretty dresses. When Ferin began learning sword play she begged their father until he agreed to let her learn. As she trained with different weapons she found she preferred a battleaxe. She took all her lessons seriously progressing quickly and matching their best warrior. When her brothers 15th birthday rolled around she didn't see much of him anymore as he was always busy with being trained to be king, but she could tell that his mind was becoming dark. On the day of Ferin's 18th birthday their father was murdered, throwing her world into chaos. Within a month Ferin had taken over and her nights were long and terrifying. She began packing, placing her armor and favorite battleaxe in a hidden cave by the forest. After the third month of avoiding him, Ferin walked into her room, a mad look on his face and a dagger in his hand. She had been preparing for bed and backed up against the window.
"You'll not do it! You'll not take my kingdom from me!" he growled and lunged, plunging the dagger right above her heart, missing it and the major artery by a mere inch. Letting go of the dagger he pushed her out of the window. Incredible pain coursed through her and she closed her eyes waiting for death. She landed in the moat, the feel of the water shocking her into action she quickly swam to the the edge and pulled herself onto the shore. Adrenalin coursed through her as she ran into the forest, making her way to a healer she knew to be riding there.
Stitched up she made her way to the cave with her belongings and gathered them up. The healer had agreed to accompany her, hearing her story and plan to usurp her brother. They made their way to different villages spreading word and rumor of them, bringing others to their cause. Soon the organization grew and gained influence, only a few of the nobles joined their cause, but secretly. Presently she is in their hide out overseeing the weapons being made and planning.
Likes & Dislikes: There is not many things she dislikes besides her brother and traitors. Things she likes includes a warm fire, dragons, and victory.
Equipment: Feara has her battleaxe, which was a gift from her father. She also has her new armor. It was golden and beautiful, as well as strong, a gift from a blacksmith she took in when he lost his home. Other than that she has the small dagger that was plunged into her heart.
Biggest Fear: Feara is deathly afraid of magic, though she has the strength to push through her fear, it paralyzes her from time to time.
Current Location. Feara is currently in the rebel base.