<div align="center">(http://www.flickr.com/photos/grovercjuk/5830045603/in/photostream)</div><br/>Basic Information.<br/><br/>Name: Katrina Stormchaser<br/>Age: 29<br/>Race: Human<br/>Profession: Archer<br/>Gender: Female.<br/><br/>Appearance.<br/><br/>Age: Early thirties.<br/>Hair: Blonde.<br/>Eyes: Blue.<br/>Height and weight. 6' 1" 170lbs.<br/>Physical description.<br/><br/>If you asked Katrina what one word she would like to be applied to her then it would be professional. Not attractive or beautiful as many of her sisters would have liked. And she looks the part, her armour is cared for as are her weapons but there is no flash about them at all. From her close cropped hair to her sturdy boots she looked exactly like what she is, a professional mercenary archer.<br/><br/>Her longbow is slung over her shoulder, two quivers of arrows easily assessable along with a workman like sword hanging at her waist. She wears a mail shirt, which she has covered with brown cloth to prevent sun flash.  Her leather trousers are hard wearing and travel worn, as are her leather boots. Other equipment is in a back pack that is easily dumped for combat.<br/><br/>Personality.<br/><br/>Age: Acts older than her age.<br/>Likes: Being professional, travelling, hitting the target every time.<br/>Dislikes: Amateurs, flashy types, merchants.<br/>Phobias: Magic, she really is not comfortable about the way in which magic brings forth something from nothing.<br/>Interacting with others. When it comes to interacting with others she deals with people on a professional basis. You do your end and she will do hers. Social interaction is a whole new ball game. She really does not get social interaction, the whole flattery and white likes thing just baffle her. I mean why being me flowers? If I wanted some I would go and get some and what would I do with them anyhow?<br/>Believes that: Her core belief is get it right, first time, every time and you live, piss around and you die, it really is that simple.<br/><br/>Equipment.<br/><br/>Weapons and armour.<br/>She wears a mail shirt with leather trousers and boots. A longbow and a longsword are her primary weapons along with a dagger on her belt and a cut throat razor in a pouch at the back of her neck.<br/>Other equipment.<br/>Bbackpack, rope,a plain brown hooded traveler's cloak, a bedroll and traveler's tent, dried foodstuffs for a week, waterskin and miscellaneous items such as a lantern, oil, fish hooks etc.<br/><br/>Money. Her last wages enough for now.<br/><br/>Other important stuff.<br/><br/>Deities. She worships the ThunderBird God of thunder and storms.<br/>When scared: She braces herself and takes better aim as well as make unsavory comments.<br/>The thing she wants most but would never tell anyone about is: A man who would love her for what she is.<br/>She's lonely when: She is in a social situation and every one else is enjoying themselves.<br/>The things you need to know about his past are:<br/>She grew up in a border stronghold where raiders swept in on a regular basis. One such raid left her mother dead and her father bringing up four sons and one daughter.  Not having a clue about how to bring up a daughter her father decided to treat her as a son who just had to sit to pee. Hence her more masculine outlook on life.<br/>Life was hard, she was drilled in weapons and had all the combat she wanted. But she had wonder lust, a trait she got from her mother, one of the rare comments her father said about her mother. The barbarian warrior who came and won his heart only to break it when she died leaving him with a family.<br/>So to indulge her wonder lust Katrina enlisted as a caravan guard, a good one but she grew sick of seeing good companions die whilst the merchant cowered in his wagon and then at the end getting all the rewards.<br/><br/>Wishes to go to the Shadow because.<br/>The simplest reason of all for Katrina, she wants to know what is over the horizon and also she wants to pit herself against unknown creatures and horrors. How else can you prove that being a professional can get you through anything.<br/><br/><br/>