Sable
Female Human Ranger (Sword-Devil)
Background
Born daughter to the chieftain of a village in the hinterlands of Varisia, Sable long exhibited a talent for woodlore. In another life, she might well have gone on to become a talented huntress and inherit her mother's position as chieftain. However, this was not to be. When Sable was on the threshold between childhood and womanhood, marauders fell upon her village. Ill-equipped to defend themselves, the village fell to the marauders and Sable was taken as a slave.
Taken to the City of Strangers, Sable was sold to one of Kaer Maga's gladiator pits. There, she caught the eye of a woman with hair the color of flame. Once a gladiator herself, she had once been known as the She-Devil with a Sword. Seeing potential in the young Sable – or perhaps simply seeing much of herself in the girl – she took her under her wing, teaching Sable all she had learned in her years as a gladiator, mercenary, sellsword, and adventurer. The training was long and grueling, but by the time they were finished, she had forged Sable into a survivor. Deeming her ready, she released Sable, telling the young woman that she had earned her freedom.
Since then, Sable has taken up the life of a wandering adventurer and mercenary.
Personality
While Sable's swordhand comes with a price attached, she never asks for more than the client can afford to pay, especially if the need is great. Admittedly, though, if the locals are going to starve from lack of grain and only need a little to make it through the winter, some shipments under her watch may start to come in short. There are few better at hunting down escaped murderers than Sable, but invariably, a young woman on the run from a loveless marriage will elude the sword-devil despite her tracking prowess.
Sable harbors a hatred of slavers, but does her best to conceal her antipathy when dealing with them, even agreeing to work with them, though she charges steeply and up front... though somehow, a shipment of slaves may find its way to the port of a nation where slavery is outlawed and the slaves will be set free instead of the intended port.
Sable is open and unabashed in her enjoyment of soft, limber company, and she has an appreciation for fine weaponry, but more than either of these things, she loves adventure... but although she does not acknowledge it, her aversion to putting down roots may tie into the trauma of losing the village in which she spent her childhood.
Sable has adopted the faith of her mentor, and though she isn't capable of casting spells like the clerics of other gods, she sees herself as a warrior priestess of the Red Goddess Scathach, a goddess of war, vows, and vengeance.
Appearance
Skin white as snow. Lips red as blood. Hair as black as ebony. And eyes as grey as steel. Blessed with looks both striking and memorable, the words that best describe Sable's physique are amazonian and statuesque. Sable has no qualms about flaunting either her generous feminine curves or her athleticism and fitness. Taking after her mentor, she generally favors a chainmail bikini, though she may forgo her signature look when circumstances call for other attire, although she tends to find anything more modest than her usual itchy and uncomfortable.
