Masterwork backpack
Belt pouch
Bedroll
Blanket
Canteen
Flint and steel
Alchemist's fire (2)
** Possessions held by Jin **
Bit and bridle
Block and tackle
Dandy brush
Feed (6) (in a sack)
Gear maintenance kit
Grappling arrow
Grooming kit
Mess kit
Military saddle
Saddlebags
Silk rope
Trail rations (6)
Training harness
Background:
The eldest daughter of the main branch of the Ryu family was born under the sign of the Blossom, and her eyes opened to reveal orbs of silvery grey; for her parents, the doubly-auspicious birth was a godsend, and they raised her with the expectation that she would eventually lead the family of renowned artists and calligraphers to soaring heights of greatness. Oh how wrong they were.
Hyeon-ae grew to hate her lot very early on. She had been cursed by the Lady of Chrysanthemums, or so her ever-so-strict art teacher had told her countless hundreds of times. Ryu Sang-meon, Ryu Jae-hoon, Ryu Tae-jun, Ryu Eun-ji… How could she, with the blood of these famous artists, whose works line the walls of Her Most Transcendent Royal Magesty's palace, whose names are known even in distant Absalom and beyond (or so she was told), be so clumsy with a brush, be so callous with art history and culture, be so... so useless? Oh, that word. Oh how she grew to hate that word. Hyeon-ae's shame was whispered about through the halls of their family home; distant relatives would always greet her with pity or with derision. She was the useless daughter of the family, the wasted opportunity, the cursed one. She was evidence that Shelyn was displeased. She was the reason that everything went wrong around home. She was the one who could never, ever be anything that anyone wanted her to be.
Archery was her escape, in a way, and the horses of course. They never judged her. The arc of an arrow across the moon drew a picture that she could never hope to replicate on canvas. For every rhetoric lesson that ended in tears, Hyeon-ae could spend an hour in blissful monotony, slowly yet surely learning every inch of her prized longbow. For every loud argument, for every slammed door, for every time she was beaten with the hard bamboo stick her mother used for discipline, there was a gentle nuzzle in her hand, the dull thud of hoofbeats across the wide grounds of the Ryu estate, and the feeling of utter freedom from pressure that could only come from galloping as fast as she could go through the night air.
One night, she just didn't stop her horse Jin from galloping away and bounding over the outer fences. It was the most liberating thing she'd ever done.
Hyeon-ae has spent the past year learning to survive on her own outside of the bubble that was her family estate or the peaceful borders of Hwanggot. The Pathfinder Society provided a sense of structure she lacked, a place that she could always return. A home, in other words. She's been training in Goka under Venture-Captain Amara Li for the past six months, and has shown definite promise. Thus she is now being assigned on her first mission for the Society...
