Arya
By steampunkalec
Personality:
being the ranger and protector of her small town, Arya is often thought of of being brave and heroic. While those are some villagers thought, others often tell tales of vicious rangers who leave no one left alive. Though some rangers might be like that, Arya is not. She is gentle and a very effective healer when necessary. Shes a bit motherly in that perspective.
Though, shes kind to travelers who have lost thier way and the injured, shes cold and distant to most everyone else. Haing vowed to live her life out in the forest to protect her home town, and having the least people to care about, means that she doesnt have to go out of her way to protect them, when she should be protecting the town.
Arya is a bit of a weird Kalon. While being kind and caring, she doesn't let herself become close to anyone in fear for their life. Shes willing to risk her life of complete strangers but she isnt willing to risk the lives of those she cares about.
Though her father disproved of her chosen occupation, Arya loves her job. She's a ranger/local vigilante for her small town. Though the latter is not common knowledge to anyone other than herself and her little blue jay friend, Clove.
Arya had grown up knowing another Kalon who all his life had patrolled the wild woods around her home town, though he didn't make many appearances, the ones he did make were memorable to her, enough to make her want to follow in his footsteps, defying her father's choice for her to be married off. Once she did, she dedicated all her time to learning and training with him. As time went on she grew older and so did the ranger, and as she grew, the ranger grew older and weaker, making it harder for him to do his job and so she took over more and more until finally he was on his deathbed. As he lay there dying he passed on his blankets, bird cage, his various herbs and medicinal plants and salves. He also passed on his knives and vambraces to her, and as she promised to protect their town, he took his last breath. She mourned for him for about a day before dawning her her newly acquired gear and taking her place as the protector of the small wood side town.
Now since his passing she still carries the beautiful hand made vambraces and hand forged knives. And she still has his original blanket, though there's quite a few patches on it now after many years of work to keep her warm during the cold winter nights. The hard worn leather pouches are still being used as a portable apothecary for her and other hurt travelers. And she can't ever forget her best friends birdcage, though rusting now due to the weather, she vows to fix it one of these days for her little bird friend.
Personality:
being the ranger and protector of her small town, Arya is often thought of of being brave and heroic. While those are some villagers thought, others often tell tales of vicious rangers who leave no one left alive. Though some rangers might be like that, Arya is not. She is gentle and a very effective healer when necessary. Shes a bit motherly in that perspective.
Though, shes kind to travelers who have lost thier way and the injured, shes cold and distant to most everyone else. Haing vowed to live her life out in the forest to protect her home town, and having the least people to care about, means that she doesnt have to go out of her way to protect them, when she should be protecting the town.
Arya is a bit of a weird Kalon. While being kind and caring, she doesn't let herself become close to anyone in fear for their life. Shes willing to risk her life of complete strangers but she isnt willing to risk the lives of those she cares about.
Though her father disproved of her chosen occupation, Arya loves her job. She's a ranger/local vigilante for her small town. Though the latter is not common knowledge to anyone other than herself and her little blue jay friend, Clove.
Arya had grown up knowing another Kalon who all his life had patrolled the wild woods around her home town, though he didn't make many appearances, the ones he did make were memorable to her, enough to make her want to follow in his footsteps, defying her father's choice for her to be married off. Once she did, she dedicated all her time to learning and training with him. As time went on she grew older and so did the ranger, and as she grew, the ranger grew older and weaker, making it harder for him to do his job and so she took over more and more until finally he was on his deathbed. As he lay there dying he passed on his blankets, bird cage, his various herbs and medicinal plants and salves. He also passed on his knives and vambraces to her, and as she promised to protect their town, he took his last breath. She mourned for him for about a day before dawning her her newly acquired gear and taking her place as the protector of the small wood side town.
Now since his passing she still carries the beautiful hand made vambraces and hand forged knives. And she still has his original blanket, though there's quite a few patches on it now after many years of work to keep her warm during the cold winter nights. The hard worn leather pouches are still being used as a portable apothecary for her and other hurt travelers. And she can't ever forget her best friends birdcage, though rusting now due to the weather, she vows to fix it one of these days for her little bird friend.