Kynrefael
female aasimar (archon-blooded) warpriest 1 NG
hgt: 5’7 wgt: 115 lbs
eyes: gold
hair: white
age: 22
Concept:
Kynrefael is a character of quiet wisdom and Buddhist-like calm. While she is a warpriest, she at first recalls nothing of this duty, nor of the patron she must once have revered. (No patron in particular if that's allowed, otherwise Shelyn.) She's mostly a buffer/debuffer and ranged attacker. I plan on her becoming ever more obviously one of the heaven's defenders, as she seeks knowledge of the past, and redemption for it.
Appearance:
Like all aasimar, Kynrefael has an arresting appearance, but her most noticeable feature is the gold tattoo on her face, the significance lost to her now. Long of limb, slender, and possessed of a kind smile, while she seems to move with unhurried languor, she's always right where she needs to be, when she needs to be. She wears studded leather and carries a composite longbow of golden-hued wood, carved with celestial runes that she put there herself - phrases that she uses to remind her what's important in life. She also wears a rapier at her belt.
Kynrefael
Personality:
Where most aasimar have the commanding presence of the heavens about them, Kynrefael is quiet and unassuming by nature. She has a zen-like calm, and always tries to think things through, though she thinks more with her heart than her head. She has a way of seeing through the petty self-deceptions that fill many people's lives, looking into their souls. She remains in the background while others make brash plans, ready to offer her insight to those who ask.
Background:
Strike the balance.
Kynrefael woke feeling broken. In body, yes, but more importantly, with some vital essence gone, a chunk missing from her spirit, that had taken her memory with it. There was only that last echo of a thought; was it her own voice, or that of whatever forgotten patron she once had revered?
Bruises on her smudged arms, and from how she felt, on her body. There was a bad taste in her mouth; again, one less physical than mental. Looking up to find herself behind bars, she felt bewildered and guilty. What did I do to deserve this?
She had the unpleasant feeling that the question was particularly relevant.
Pushing herself to her feet, she stood. If there was atonement to be done, she had best be about it.
Languages:
Common, Celestial
