Ilyanna Firepaw



Looking across the the vast horizon, she sits down hard on one of the many flat and jagged rocks that covers this place. What a day she thought to herself. Leaning back across the smooth surface she starts fingering the scar that ran from her eyebrow down to her chin. Stifling back a flood of tears, she wiped her eyes, and sat up again. Turning her head and her attention to the west side of the yard. All around men with big heavy pick axes swung high then low to hear the metallic clink of metal hitting rock. Slavers, all of them working towards a bite to eat and the few measly coins they'd get, to keep their families from the hard truth of Sonres Desolate. This land was not forgiving. Once you were in it, it owned you. I don't know where I stand in this world. I don't even think I'm ready for it. I heard my father in the distance yelling my name, and I rolled my eyes, and slowly got up from my spot on the hill. With one last look out in the horizon I started the long trek home.

Basic Information

 * Species: Human
 * Sex: Female
 * Age: 19
 * Build: Average
 * Outfit: Unprepared Civilian Clothes
 * Inventory: Luxuries
 * Profession: Exile -> Former Slave Trader

Personality Traits

 * Fight or Flight? Fight, but in a peacekeeping and heroic way
 * Conflicted on whether she should side with the slavers or the slaves
 * Cannot choose sides in any situation
 * Morally ambiguous (Chaotic Neutral)

History
Her parents were slavers, and she grew a hatred for the trade. It made them wealthy however, so Ilyanna was in for a surprise when she left and became poor. She is questioning her beliefs, unsure as what to live by. She is living with PTSD after her father slashed her face with a sword. His slaver habits got the best of him.