Ciara Quinn

[Ciara Quinn]

Ciara Quinn

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Name: Ciara Quinn
[Key-rah, Kwin]

Age: 26
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 2nd of Vhalar, Arc 692

Marks: None

Factions Joined: Presently None

Languages Spoken: Fluent in Common, Broken in Yari

Partners: None
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Appearance

Although above average height when compared to other Human women, Ciara's most easily noticed trait is her vibrant, fiery hair. A rich yet light shade of red, her robust and thick hair cascades down just past her shoulder-blades. The tone is darkest near the roots but lightens to something closer to a dark orange by the time your eyes reach the tips, especially under the midday sun.

Ciara's skin is a soft olive tone leaving her as well equipped as could be hoped for her life of travel and adventure. While her face, hands, and most other of her generally 'exposed' areas are devoid of any major scar or attention-grabbing blemish, her skin is a far cry from perfect. A large, roughly circular scar covers the front side of most of her right shoulder joint; a nasty gift from where her shoulder was run through with a spear during the contract that caused her to leave Yaralon. There is an exit wound on the back side of the shoulder 'complimentary' to the one on the front but much smaller and substantially less invasive to her appearance. Because of this scar, Ciara generally tries to cover her shoulders with her hair if she must wear clothing that would reveal the wound. While the scar is not functionally inhibiting, it does tend to tense up and get sore or stiff coming into and going out of the cold season. As a habit and as an adjustment for the inciting injury, Ciara tends to favor her left side in martial matters.

Although very proud of her fiery mane, Ciara understands the practicality of life and tries to keep her hair either tied back into a ponytail or pulled back such as by a headband. To be fair, it might be more apt to call her hair 'barely restrained' than actually tamed but such a simple trick.

Dark blue eyes and a bright white smile are her other two most signature features. She's never been one to shy away from using her face and her features to be emotive to the point it might even be fair to accuse the young woman of wearing her heart on her sleeve--a more than fair price to pay in her book.

Further down her lithe body, Ciara is built closer to a swimmer, or something more akin to an agile feline, rather than the natural born warrior she might claim to be. But this graceful body has served her well so far. Nimble but powerful she is more about quickness rather than endurance at this point, but she continues to train to build her stamina for the trials to come.

Despite her upper body being mostly spared the rigors of growing up in a martial setting and training for life in a mercenary company, Ciara's legs were not so fortunate. Her thighs and calves (especially the backs) are dotted with many scars from small nicks, most of which are half an inch or less in length. These scars are the casualty of many days in the training yard where students who wanted to practice with edged weapons rather than training sticks would have to fight until first blood--the commonly accepted target was scoring a thin line on a leg which was sure to be noticed by the recipient for days afterward.

More statistically minded, Ciara stands at approximately 5 foot 10 inches and weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 pounds. Certainly, most all of that is fast-twitch muscle fibers. Her bust developed quickly but remained very modest into her adult life at approximately 32C, thanks in large part to a rigorous athletic regimen and a diet full of lean proteins. While shapely enough to be recognized as womanly, her hips are also very modestly set and her measurements are approximately 36-26-37 resulting in a fairly clear 'hourglass' silhouette.

Personality

"Offense must be taken, sir, and I will have none of it." ~~ Ciara, Saun of 714

With a deep voice that is both brusque and excitable, Ciara comes off safely on the energetic and bombastic side of the spectrum. She has a big heart, a big personality, and no fear in most social situations despite the challenges she has faced across the Arcs. Resilience is a term that others often associate with the lass as nothing seems to keep her mood or spirits dampened for very long, at least on the surface. Beneath the incorrigible exterior lies the mind of a woman riddled with her doubts and insecurities only barely contained beneath the surface. A deep and abiding fear of dependence, helplessness, and to some degree loneliness, claims her mind on those rare sleepless nights where she can do nothing but stare at the ceiling. Her armor against these feelings that assault her from within and the cruel world without is her wit and her naturally optimistic perspective.

On a more personal level, Ciara is careful to choose her connections, both professional and (especially) personal. She gets by further than most purely with the honey of her personality but very few are afforded a glimpse behind the curtain that is her true self. Guarded, to be sure, but neither hostile nor cold to those who make the effect to find out--even if she ultimately finds them unworthy.

Playful by nature, Ciara takes a bit of a rough and tumble approach to all things. She prefers to treat relationships as if they were durable, sturdy connections that can endure some biting words from time to time and not suffer for it. Of course, even when her words bite, she sends them from a place of good intention. Admittedly, this approach can get her in trouble with people who don't know her so well. And what's her big mouth getting her in trouble one more time?

With regards to more intellectual matters, Ciara has never been one to boast about her brain. Each person is given their gifts and she recognizes where hers lay. That's not to say she's classically 'stupid' or anything so absurd, but rather her education tended more to practical matters than the theoretical or other avenues of higher learning.

Spiritually, she is very representative of the typical resident of Yaralon. This is to say her faith and her spiritualit are deeply private matters that she never asks others about and always avoids sharing her own views on. Religion, or Faith, or whatever form it takes is not a product to be consumed or a trivia to blurt but rather a personal truth that can only be experienced on the level of the individual. The truth of the spiritual is subjective.

The five most useful traits to describe Ciara's personality would be:
Congenial, Optimistic, Witty, Private, and Brusque.

History

Born to a stable home, Ciara and Aoife were delivered as a beautiful, healthy set of twins; Ciara marked as the Pier and Aoife the Pre in the tradition of Yaralon. As fleeting as their birth was, the good times were not to last as ill fortune befell the family almost immediately. Ciara's mother, a healthy and strong woman by all accounts, took to a wasting disease in the days after birthing. The children were taken to feeding from a wet nurse instead of their mother for fear that she might transmit the disease to her babes, a fear that was all too well founded. In the following months, the wasting took Aoife and the girl's mother and their family of four was reduced to two.

Ceara and her father, Carrig, lived their lives in quiet for many Arcs to follow. Carrig, owing to the memory of his departed love, raised their daughter diligently and with great earnest, teaching her many good and true lessons but also making sure that the best part of his wife's memory, legacy, soul, were transmitted into their only surviving child.

When she came of age, Ciara took a natural interest in all contests athletic. It was typical for her to run with the boys, play with sticks fashioned after fighting swords, and rough and tumble in their urban neighborhood as much as possible. She developed physically, her father was thankful for the extra help and he could plainly see that she was suited for martial studies.

Enrollment under instructors was difficult and Carrig had to sacrifice a great deal for the equipment and connections necessary to get his daughter into good instruction but in the end he was able to make the ends meet. Ciara learned well, growing up in an academy-style environment composed mostly of boys and young men and a few equally motivated young women, such as herself. She shined in many ways, even among the boys of her academy, thanks to her quickly developing mastery of her own body and her own athleticism--she was able to carry herself further with footwork and precision than the others were able to carry themselves with brute strength or toughness.

By her 16th Arc, Ciara was nearly fully a woman in all ways society would classify her. And like all women of her age, she often had thoughts of finding a mate suitable in their perfection for her own tastes and long term partnership. Few tried to trick her, just as father had warned her they would, but their schemes and goals were juvenile and so they failed. Eventually, though, one such Yari boy was able to steal her heart and convince her to surrender her arms just prior to her 18th Arc.

In the custom of their people, the proposal was witnessed at large in a market halfway between both of their homes, acknowledged and jeered by those that witnessed the overt display. And for a short time, Ceara was happy. Aidan, the boy that had won her, was a fine young man and she believed would make her an excellent partner. Carrig, supportive and attentive to Ciara's motivations, was privately skeptical about the suitor that had tried in vain to trick his only surviving child.

The following season, the two were wed and exchanged their vows. In Ciara's vows she promised to keep faith with him, to always fight by his side, and to deliver him a child worthy of carrying their name. Aidan's vows also promised to keep faith, and to provide his partner with the protection of the body and protection of the soul in the Arcs to come.

And like everything else in her life so far, for a time, Ciara was very happy. And if you've been following the story so far, this was not to last. The Saun following their first Arc together, Aidan returned from a mercenary contract a changed man. His small company had scored a large victory and earned a sizable commission, and their trip came with additional plunder that the mercenaries split among themselves. Aidan began spending longer nights out, drinking and cavorting with his men, and before long he was not turning up at home for two or three days at a time.

Fed up with her partner's absence, Ciara tracked him down during a multiple day 'vacation' and caught him, carnal with a local whore and drunk at midday. He had privately stashed his cut of the loot and had been splurging on himself and his own pleasures of the flesh. Perhaps the money was his to spend, and perhaps so was his time. But the breaking of a sacred marriage vow could not be suffered lightly.

Blinded by her rage and white-hot with anger, she dragged him, naked, out into the street and threw his weapon at his feet and challenged him to a Divorce Duel. First, they fought with their words, slinging bile at each other, exchanging disgust and passion in equal measure. Aidan was unhappy; he fell for a woman he only thought he wanted and he had tried so hard to be a good partner but his heart was simply not there once the lust wore off. Ciara, too blind to see anything but the model partner she wanted, walked deafly and dumbly into the pit. So, with a quivering lip and tears on her cheek, she asked him for his Vowed weapon. Aidan relinquished it, avoiding their duel. He ran for the gates, Banished, never to be seen again.

With her honor salvaged, Ciara could claim only the most hollow of victories. The mercenary company that had hosted her husband allowed her to keep what remained of his share of the loot as a repayment for his dishonor. The money provided was enough to book her passage to Scalvoris and secure lodging in the city where she could start her life anew in 712. Since that time, she has continued to offer service in protection and other mercenary work, but she has also taken to growing her own berries and processing her own wine. Spirits have always been a good friend to her, the stronger the better. Might as well make some coin selling them before she could drink the whole stock.

In the Arcs and Trials to follow, Ciara has hardened her exterior. Perhaps her idyllic partner is still out there, and perhaps one day she will return to Yaralon. But for now, she could hold her head up high with her entire life in front of her.

Housing

Ciara's modest apartment in Scalvoris Town is both cluttered and homey. Preferring to leave things out and 'accessible' rather than put away in any organized fashion, it's easy to see how the chaos may obscure many things in time of need. She insists there is a method to her madness but it would take an Immortal to sort it out rationally. The interior is simple, making use of many solid, rich colors to give everything a more exotic sense of warmth than you might typically find. Especially lots of pillows. Aside from a trio of succulents that sit on one of the window sills, the apartment has no other living critters in it save Ciara.

Knowledge & Skills

A full list of skills can be found here.

Skill	Points Acquired	Total Points Spent	Proficiency
Combat: Blades	25/100	Fast Track	Novice**
Strength	10/100	(10/251)	Novice
Vinting	5/100	(5/251)	Novice
Endurance	5/100	(5/251)	Novice
Resistance	10/100	(10/251)	Novice
Seduction	10/100	(10/251)	Novice
Tactics	10/100	(10/251)	Novice

**Racial is applied to Blades

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Skill Knowledge

Combat--Blades (All): Fighting is Akin to Dancing
Combat--Blades (Gladius): Draw and strike
Endurance: Pushing self to the limit when already tired
Strength: Using your core
Tactics: Having a backup plan

History Knowledge

Race: Human
Race: Lotharro
Location: Yaralon
Location: Scalvoris
Layout: Scalvoris
Laws: Yaralon
Laws: Scalvoris
Customs & Festivals: Yaralon
Customs & Festivals: Scalvoris
History: Yaralon

Skill Point Ledger

Record all of my Skill Point Expenditure here:

Thread or Skill Name	Points Awarded	Points Spent	Running Total
Blades [RB}	25[RB]	25	00
Starting Package	50	00	50
Strength	..	10	40
Vinting	..	5	35
Endurance	..	5	30
Resistence	..	10	20
Seduction	..	10	10
Tactics	..	10	00

Marks Section

Marks

None

Abilities

• Example (minor)
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• Example (Minor)
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Knowledge

Example
Favored: Example
Favored: Example

Items

• City Dweller Starter Pack!
  • One set of clothing; standard quality.
  • One Set of Toiletries: Soap, A comb or brush, razor, toothbrush, toothpaste,
  • One waterskin
  • Two sets of eating utensils
  • Tinderbox

• Starting Purchases
  • Boots(Thigh) - 1gn
  • Shoes(heels) - 12sn
  • Flats - 3sn
  • Eye paint - 2gn
  • Lip stain(lipstick) - 1gn
  • Leather Armor(Normal) - 10gn
  • Leather Gauntlets(Normal) - 5gn
  • Leather Greaves(Normal) - 5gn
  • Leather Fauld(Normal) - 5gn
  • Shortsword - 13gn
  • Combat Spear - 40gn
  • Cloth Bandage Strips(15/15) - 1gn
  • Container(Large)(+shoulder straps, +waterproof) x2 total mod - 16sn

Ledger

Item	Debit	Credit
Starting Package	100g	...
Begin Purchases	...	83gn
Begin Supplies	...	33sn
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Total Currency: 0 ON, 16 GN, 67 SN, 0 CN

Renown Ledger

Item/ Thread	Renown	Total
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Thread List

• 20 Ymiden, 718 -- Berry Berry Quiet
• 28 Ymiden, 718 -- Tide goes in, Tide goes out
• 12 Saun, 718 -- One Cat, Two Cat, Black Cat, Dead Cat

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