<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/350/e/9/inquis_2_by_pheberoni-d89yo1k.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tatia Berrioategortua</strong></span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1109064)<br/>Level 5 Human Brawler (Steel-Breaker)<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Tatia never knew her parents, both of them having died in a cave-in while mining when she was barely more than a year old.  She was raised by her uncle, who was a blacksmith and a bachelor, not at all suited to the raising of a girl child.  However, he did his best, with the help of a pair of spinster sisters who lived next door and were all too happy to care for the girl while her uncle was at work.  The older she got, the more time she spent away from the sisters and in her uncle's workshop, staying out from under foot and helping where she could.  As a result, she grew up with an appreciation for strength and power, rather than the more feminine pursuits of hearth and home.<br/><br/>When she was old enough, and against the protests of her uncle, she took a job in the mines.  The decision was largely based on her fear of the underground that had stolen her parents from her before she ever got the chance to know them.  She was determined to face her fear head-on and overcome it, viewing her claustrophobia as a weakness that she simply could not abide.  After several weeks in which her extreme anxiety gradually lessened to nervousness and then disappeared altogether, she discovered an inherent skill and pleasure for the work.  Her uncle explained this with tales of a Dwarven ancestor, stating that her mother had also enjoyed the mines, which was why she'd gone back to them after giving birth.<br/><br/>Mining further strengthened the muscles that Tatia had developed by helping her uncle in his blacksmithing, and nights spent carousing with the other miners gave Tatia a taste for pugilism.  Granted, at first her forays into boxing were limited to barroom brawls and the occasional amateur match fueled by betting and booze, but it wasn't long before her raw skill drew the attention of a well-trained brawler.  She took to the training he provided, and eventually her trips to the bars after a long day in the mines grew fewer and further between, though they never stopped altogether.  She began spending her days underground and her nights developing her jabs and footwork, learning to spot her opponent's weaknesses and exploit them to her best advantage.<br/><br/>When she learned of the troubles in Kaer Maga, she decided to set out for its shores.  She felt it was time to put her training to good use, and protecting a city of miners from the dangers of the wild seemed the ideal chance.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Tatia is quite pleasant company, quick to smile and friendly.  While not dazzlingly intelligent, she has an undeniable cunning and a wealth of amusing stories about life in her home town.  When she is relaxed, one can not find a more enjoyable companion with which to past the time drinking, singing off-key, trading bawdy limericks or commiserating over one's troubles.  However, when angered or focused on a goal, there is little sign of the fun-loving good-ol'-girl.  Many have witnessed the transformation, and few who have would dare trigger it again.  Tatia is a proud woman, and a slight against that pride can cause a dramatic shift in her demeanor, changing a smile to a terrifying glower and an open hand to a closed fist.  When angered her penetrating eyes and pretty, if roughened, visage can strike fear into the heart of even the most foolish men or monsters.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Tatia is not classically beautiful, too scarred, weathered and powerful to ever conform to the conventional ideals of feminine beauty.  Her features are pleasingly arranged, and her body, while well-muscled, doesn't entirely lack the soft curves expected of the female form.  However, her hands are calloused and battered from her work in the mines and her years of using her fists to prove a point or win a bet.  Freckles smatter her face and form, scattered across the landscape of tanned and scarred skin that molds to toned muscles.  Her thick hair is the color of strong coffee, softer than one might expect and often braided or tousled without a care for style.  It contrasts with the golden-green color of her eyes, which reflect the strength of her will, the force of her personality and the shadows of experience that have molded her, normally sparkling with amusement or curiosity, they can easily darken and sharpen to pierce the resolve of even the most stalwart opponent.