Description
Kim is of mixed Irish and Indian heritage, but it's almost impossible to tell from looking at her. The only hints of her Irish blood are her cafe au lait skin, which is just barely lighter than normal, and the slight wave to her jet black hair. She wears her hair as long as she can stand to minimize the wave as much as possible. Her eyes are a dark amber color, framed by long lashes.
Kim rarely wears makeup, but will occasionally dust her high cheekbones with pale pink blush and apply a light coat of lip gloss when she really wants to impress someone.
Kim's clothing style tends towards whatever she finds comfortable. Given the choice, she would wear sweatpants and tee shirts all the time. When she absolutely has to dress up, she'll wear a nice blouse and jeans, and that's about as good as it gets. She absolutely refuses to wear anything vaguely resembling a skirt, or anything that shows any skin above her knees, no matter how hot it is outside.
Personality
Kim is fairly easygoing, and doesn't have much trouble getting along with people. She can be charming when she wants to, although she doesn't put much effort into it with people she knows well. Watch out for her temper, though - it doesn't take much to push her into a rage, and even though she didn't inherit red hair you wouldn't know it from the way she acts when she's angry. She's good at holding grudges, too.
History
Kim never met her Irish father. Her Indian mother always described him as "a drunken Irish rover with more than his fair share of good looks and charm but none of the sense God gave little green apples." Kim has always counted her lucky stars that the only thing her father seems to have left her was his last name and a deep love of bagpipe music. Kim grew up with her mother in London, and from an early age it was obvious that her talents didn't lie in a school. Equally obvious was her talent with almost anything musical. When she was ten, Kim's mother pulled her out of school entirely, and homeschooled her daughter, using music lessons as a reward whenever she did well, and stopping them if she did poorly. As a result, Kim had her high school degree by the time she was seventeen, and was also proficient on the flute, violin, and piano, though her favorite of her instruments would always be her own soprano voice. Since getting her degree, she's been just as much of a rover as her father, much to her mother's dismay. No matter where she travels, though, she calls her mother every Sunday without fail.
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."