Name: Ceara Breck {Pronounced Key-a-ra Breck, meaning Fiery Red and Freckled} Plunkett {She has disavowed her surname}
Species: Human
Class: Noble
Occupation: Rogue, Almost a Duchess
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 108 lbs.
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Gray-Blue

 

Attire: Her attire consists of a once high fashion wardrobe, which has been reduced to a few years of severe wear and tear. Some of it is too small, but has been modified or left to fray so that she could continue to use it.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
 

Demeanor: Once a demure flower, Breck was the epitome of a learned young noblewoman. She was accomplished with a hand full of instruments, singing, painting, sculpting, embroidering, horseback riding and other such things expected of a lady of birth. Now, she simply wishes to claim her dominance in the world after a series of unfortunate events that had befallen her. She is opinionated, stubborn, outspoken, compassionate, passionate, kind, driven by justice not only in her life, but the lives of all who were betrayed by the same men that wronged her.

 

Skills & Abilities: Nothing of great value to her now that she has been disowned by her family, but she has learned how to build a fire out of doors, make her own makeshift shelter, horseback riding, hunting for her own food, weapon making out of the resources available to her and a few other little things she has picked up along the way.
 

Weaknesses: Despite her ambitions and dreams for the future, she has no physical skills in regards to warfare or defending herself with anything but words.
 

Weaponry: Bow, Quiver, Arrows...and an old, small dagger she found...the blade severely dull.
 

Magical items: N/A

 

Family: Her Father, Mother, one older Sister and a younger Brother and Sister, while still alive...they have disowned her so they are no family of hers.
 

Gods/Religion: The only thing Breck believes in anymore is the law of nature and what goes around will come around. An eye for an eye as it were.
 

Character Premise: The city is simply another stop on her journey to finding her justice.

 

History: Breck, once the daughter of a wealthy Marquis, was betrothed to marry a Duke. On the eve of her wedding, the ceremony was disrupted by an enemy of the Duke. Breck was stolen away by the enemy only to be soiled and deflowered of her innocence to spite the Duke and tarnish his reputation. Breck managed to escape the enemy with her life, but barely. Upon returning to the Duke, she was turned away and the contract of their betrothal was broken. After news spread across the land, Breck's family disowned her...leaving her without a farthing to fend for herself for bringing shame upon them.

 

With no virginity, no name or wealth...Breck had no choice but to become a vagrant and the longer she was in exile, the more bitter she became. Bitterness fueled the fire within her for justice and she knew she wanted nothing more than to destroy both the Duke and his enemy as well as spare the dignity of those women that were unfortunate enough to cross their paths.