Name: Kyrie Var-Rae Quint [Ky-re Wahr-Ray Qwint] [R's are rolled]
Nickname: Var
Sex: Female
Occupation: Current- None, Former- Bar Maid
Race: Unknown, assumed Human
Magic: Basic at best, mainly minor healing spells, or other helpful but elementary knowledgeability

Physical Description:

Tall, with a figure that is built to fight, and flee only when necessary, Kyrie is not what usually constituted a beautiful women. Her fingers are long, slender, but calloused from hard work, whilst her pale skin is scarred from an upbringing that was served without yielding. Burns, where the sun blazed carelessly, peak from beneath short sleeves, or the rough hem of her neckline. Raised by her uncle, a simple, dirt poor blacksmith, she is physically stronger then most human females, of whom, she relates to very little. With a medium length mane of tangled, rufescent brown hair, and dark, expressive eyebrows, her features are plain enough to prevent her from being noticed. Her eyes are hazel, a mixture of green and brown, and her neck is long, and her shoulders, broad. She posses an elegance that isn't uncommon for young women, but it is more careless with the confidence of knowing herself and her abilities.

Personality/History:

Born stubborn as an ox, with double the temper, she can be most accurately and appropriately described as 'a spit-fire', with a fast mouth, and an even faster punch, she has a tendency to speak before fully processing what she is going to say. Her love of getting into fights and wrestling with neighboring boys would have been a dishonor to her father, had he been alive. It is such that, not knowing her parents, she finds a macebre relief in their death, for living with her uncle has prevented her from being married off or forced to spend her days in the kitchen. Her freedom is vast, as her uncle, when not working, is resting his lame leg, allowing her to hunt and fish with the other children, who, up until her teens, did not see her different then the village boys. Her uncle's failing health prevented her from leaving, and she stayed until his death later in the year. Having grown distant from her former friends, who now considered her behavior improper, she packed up what little belongings she had, or has been left, and fled the town, before people came to reclaim the home she herself was prevented from owning, as a woman.
While some may have branded her as selfish, perhaps a more accurate qualifier is self-sufficient. Without any siblings, or true parental support, she survived by feeding herself before others, taking what she needed, and putting her health and safety above that of others. While her ethics are somewhat askewed, she isnt out right cruel, nor is her moral compass pointing south. Her high levels of intelligence clash with a distemper that at best was intriguing, and at worst, out right destructive, but not incapable of change. Perhaps her biggest disadvantage is curiosity, a burning, all consuming emotion that is likely to bring trouble upon herself and those around her. Whether she should care that this is so is yet to be seen.

Equipment/Clothing:

Kyrie dresses in a basic leather jerkin and cotton t-shirts, most of which are quite worn, as well as slightly too big. Her only shoes are black boots, wherein she tucks her brown trousers, along with black gloves. During the cold months, she wears a hooded cloak, that has an unusual enchantment, preventing it from getting wet. It belonged to her uncle, and was one of the only items she owns that was his.

Dirk

Her favorite weapon, a short sword for close combat, that she fashioned herself using her Uncle's forge. While not a very attractive or special weapon, she favors it because it is of her own creation.

Sportmen's Axe

An item she stole from a rude customer, who had been drunk, and bragging of it. She considered it payment for putting up with his inappropriate advances. Perhaps the finest item she owns, the steel edge is honed to a razor tip, and the handle is carved out of hickory wood. It depicts a lion locked in battle with a Karkadann.

Stiletto Dagger

A cheaply made but effecient weapon with a double edged blade, paired with a thin, short handle. It holds no sentimental value, but is slim enough to keep hidden up her sleeve or elsewhere.

Other

Various other small knives, mainly one of little value that she can throw with practiced accuracy.