Name: Amaris Mingan
Age: 23
Personality: She's rather closed off to others, not really caring to get to know much about them or to let them know much about her. She will help others, though she hates when anyone tries to help her, believing she can take care of everything herself. She can be rather talkative, if the time calls for it, but she tends to not talk in excessive amounts unless someone else has started up a conversation. She's not afraid to tell you exactly how she feels towards you or anything for that matter, seeing as she's not really one to spare others feelings.
Vocation: Knight
Race: Werewolf
Height: 5'10
Weight: 142lbs
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Both earlobes are pierced, though, her right ear has two other piercings along the cartilage.
History: Amaris had a rocky childhood, raised in a noble family of Maliusya, where she was pampered and taken care of and groomed to be married off to a rich noble to further her families wealth and power. This was not to be Amaris was a strong willed child showing kindness to others, but not out of her heart, but out of a natural strive towards something better. Her mother, a woman who wasn't of noble birth but was married into it, believed in her daughter and wanted her to strive to be someone she wanted to be. There in led the young Amaris to her destiny. When she came of age She strode up to her father and demanded to become a Knight and take all the formal training as well. Her father was angered by this decision and would not allow it, suitors already lining up at the families residence to take her hand. She would have none of it taking her father's priced sword she left her home never to return; though before she had a chance to leave she was stopped by her mother, who wished her luck on her journey of self-discovery, and asked her to return at some point. Then Amaris had left.
With no real knowledge of the world and it's surroundings she wasn't able to go far, soon having to return home and face her father; where as she was given the chance to prove herself a capable woman with a sword and join the knighthood. With this chance she was able to prove to her father, though without proper training she had the drive the fire to take her far beyond that of a mere knight. Her father agreed and it was off to train for the next seven years of her life, but it was not to be this easy.
Her life as a knight was a hard one; men hitting on her, lusting after her, she had to defend herself constantly, making her more drawn in and reclusive, not trusting anyone, and not getting close enough to actually care. Here her outlook on the world began to change, and though she still strived to better the world, she herself felt drawn away from it and fearful for the future. Seven years have passed and her strive has dulled ever so slightly, and her reclusiveness has grown, but she had made it; her dream, her fire never gone; here she stood a full fledged knight and ready to prove her mettle to her father, and to her enemies.
Equipment: A Khopesh that she takes with her everywhere she goes.