<div class="floatleft">(http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2011/082/4/b/girl_monk_by_el_grimlock-d3cb8iu.jpg)</div>Wildcard Character submission.<br/><br/>Kala Dwyger (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9047) was something of a disappointment to her father.  Her mother, however was proud...<br/><br/>At least that was what Kala told herself, as often as possible.  She'd not seen her mother in many years.  Her mother had vanished when she was 12, in a magical portal created by one of her father's experiments.  He promised she'd be able to return... someday.  Promised she was still alive, and that Kala could even see her, if she only would apply herself more to her studies!<br/><br/>Kala's father was an archmage.  A powerful figure in the land, and among the planes, he'd expected his only kin to follow in his footprints... astral or otherwise.<br/><br/>And Kala had TRIED.  She tried and tried.  Her brain never wanted to accept magic.<br/><br/>Oh she'd achieved some measure of success, but always with more time and effort than her father would admit were necessary.<br/><br/>So, one day, Kala had just... left.  Her grandmother was visiting... and had never seen eye to eye with her father.  She came from a long line of warriors, and while her warrior daughter had married this spell slinger, she thought he was far to pompous for his own good.  And then he loses her daughter, gods only know where!  Promises....<br/><br/>His daughter... her Grandaughter, came running up to her, begging to leave with her as she began her long journey home.<br/><br/>She laughed.  Why not?<br/><br/>Kala had been something of a disappointment at first to her Grandmother as well.  Besides a tendancy to dance, the girl had no physical skills worth mentioning.<br/><br/>But she was eager.  Ever so eager!<br/><br/>Kala remembered her lessons, and each and every lesson with the others her grandmother had traded with for her training, very well.  Painfully well.  Each bruise and scar were a reminder NOT to stand that way again.  NOT to block that way, and NOT to dodge left when the sword swung in an arc right...<br/><br/>Now she was on her pilgrimage.  Her grandmother told her her training could not be complete until she honed hr skills in the world outside... and Kala felt ready.  She wanted to start using her skill to help people, like in her books.  The books her mother had read to her.<br/><br/>And maybe, someday, she'd be sure her mother was proud of her.<br/>