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Katarina grew up in a small cottage at the edge of the woods with her mother. It was a quiet life, just the two of them. Her never much spoke on where she came from, and whenever Kat broached the subject, the answers were half-truths or vague stories that trailed off before they revealed anything about her past. But she was kind, and kat never really pushed on it.

After her mother's death, Kat's life changed. Alone in the forest, she discovered something new within her. A power stirred. Whenever she was stressed, grieved, angered, strange sparks of green light crackled at her finger tips, and she soon realized it wasn't just her imagination. There was magic in her blood. Wild and unpredictable, tied to something beyond this mortal realm. Fey, though she doesn't yet know the full truth of it.

Kat left her home behind. She couldn't stay locked in solitude forever, not with these powers growing stronger every day. Not without someone to guide her. Seh set out into the world, searching for answers. Answers about her mother's past. Her Fey blood. And maybe, just maybe, about where she truly belongs.

Katarina Haventide grew up in the small coastal village of Souston, an Andoran fishing village where her family made a living ferrying passengers and cargo along the Inner Sea. Their route mostly carried them between Almas and Triela. Rowing through choppy waters, keeping balance on slick decks, and hauling lines with the crew was hard work. But Katarina grew strong and sure-footed from her years spent on the water.

Souston was small, so her trips to Almas filled her with wonder. She would linger on the docks when they arrived, watching the trading galleons and colony ships tower over the masts of river barges and fishing vessels. Those ships, bound for distant ports and new frontiers, called to her farm more strongly than the steady rhythm of the family ferry.

From childhood Kat always knew she was different from others. Sparks of magic flickered at her fingertips when she was angry or excited, and she sometimes felt eyes upon her when no one was there. Her mother explained only that the Haventides carried a rare inheritance: the blood of the Fey, sufacing one every few generations. katarina's gift revealed itself in more than just magic, though. When she carved wood, she found hands shaping tiny figurines of sylvan creatures she had never seen, as if memory or dream guided her.

Her life might have gone on unchanged, had it not been for the dayshe watched the Peregrine prepare to sail from Almas. The Bountiful Venture Company sponsored colony ship was bound for the distant settlement of Talmandor's Bounty. As Kat stood ont eh docks, she felt a pull deep within her chest, as though every choice in her life had carried her to this moment. She knew, with absolute certainty, that she was meant to be on that ship.

Convincing the Company wasn't easy, though. She had no noble connections or merchant guild letters, only her upbringing as a ferryman's daughter. But Katarina made her case with quiet determination. She knew the sea and the rigging, had the strength and discipline born from years of ferry work, and could call on strange magic to aid her companions. In the end, the Company agreed. Her seamanship and unusual talents were enough to secure her passage.

Now leaving behind the only home she has ever known, Katarina steps aboard the Peregrine. She carries her mother's memory, her carved figures, and the restless magic of her Fey bloodline. And she looks eagerly toward the unknown shores that await her across the sea.

Katarina Haventide is a young woman, just over five tall, but with an air of authority to feel larger. She has black hair that falls in loose waves around sharp features and dark, watchful eyes. Her dark skin suggests that she has spent mos of her days in the sun rather than in rest and leisure.

Katarina holds herself with an air of energy, like the calm before the storm.