Thread: Fantasy Mercs Character Profiles

NAME Kennarun meaning to have knowledge of secret lore in Old Norse, which I'm taking a thematic liberty to say this should fly being from Skania. RACE Ogre NATIONALITY Skanian AGE 37 SEX Female GENDER Ambiguous HEIGHT 7'4 WEIGHT 256 lbs. PHYSICAL To put it lightly, she's a huge bitch. Physically only, though. Cresting slightly over seven feet, and adorned with the padding of an oft satiated vigorous diet, Kennarun is a wall of a woman. She would easily be described as a handsome woman. Despite hailing from Skania, she dresses rather well for someone of her origin and stature. Her clothing is tailored to fit comfortably and is made up of decent materials. Beneath her snazzy attire are constricting bindings that press her unfortunately large bosom into a flatter and more useful contour. Her build is sturdy, matronly, and certainly womanly. Another layer deep is her dusky grey skin, mottled with slightly darker small grey patches in no rhyme or reason to their placement. Kennarun has no alliance with razors, taking pride in her natural physique. This is more evident with close proximity, offering an odoriferous bouquet of natural muskiness with scented hints of pine, leather, and rose among the fecund pungency. Atop her head lays a pair of thick and ribbed black-brown horns, sweeping back seventeen inches from root to tip. Sprouting from above her hairline over her temples, she keeps her grey-white tresses well groomed and commonly restrained in a braid tied off with a piece of leather cording. In Kennarun's case, the shag carpet matches the drapery. Golden yellow eyes sit brightly alert on either side of her large Roman nose. Below lay a thick pair of naturally darker grey lips that share the same darker dusky hue with all of her intimate and internal skin surfaces, from gums to the inner workings of her reproductive system. Her lightly pointed ears sport two pair of gold earrings, all four being identical. Another pair lay hidden beneath her bosom's bindings. Her right thigh has a series of tattooed tally marks, numbering in the thirties, done in black with no uniformity outside the standard cluster of fives. Beneath her nearly always gloved hands is a spot of shame her nails. Loathing the thick black nails, she meticulously grooms them each night to hide them in gloves for nearly all waking and sleeping hours of the day. Her toe nails are equally concealed and pedicured. With such carefully maintained hands and feet, they are surprisingly soft if allowed to be touched or seen. PERSONALITY The best means to describe Kennarun is a walled garden. The cold and stony woman conceals an inner blossoming warmth, rarely leaving the gate open for any to trespass. She's an expert at keeping business and pleasure separate, but is susceptible to becoming engrossed in either should something interesting arise. A creature of habit to a fault, Kennarun has a series of private rituals that she is defensive about when questioned on, despite how harmless or odd they seem to be to outside observers. In fact, she is rather defensive on nearly any questions that seem to pry into her in any capacity, putting off an air of awkwardness when it comes to conversation aimed at her personally while having fluid ease with discussion on any other topic. Indulgence is common in down time, finding peace in vice. The distraction through intoxication, gluttony, or more intimate arrangements preferably all of the above, Kennarun lacks self-control when a good time is to be had. Escapism seems to be something she's fond of when it comes to spending the spoils of war. BACKGROUND Kennarun was not born Kennarun. In time, she has come to adopt this name as it was given to her by her now deceased grandfather whom was a wizened elder of the thorpe she grew up in. This title was given to her due to her keen sense of hearing and a memory unrivaled in her small originating village. She takes no tribal name, no family name, and no birth name, wishing the past stays there buried with nearly the entirety of her family. Departing at a young age, against her desires to do so, she found herself growing accustomed to a nomadic and somewhat solitary life over the next decade and a half of her life. Leaving no husband or children in her swift departure from home, Kennarun has yet to look back. Her ability to adapt to social situations has granted her fortuitous positions working as bodyguards, bouncers, bandits, and now mercenary work. She holds no allegiance to either side of the current and ongoing war, and prefers to keep it that way by maintaining a quiet balancing act that plays out in tit-for-tat moves from once side to the other. ABILITIES TOTAL 24 Magic Purifying 2 Agile 1 Armored 2 Beautiful 1 Charismatic 2 Dexterous 2 Intimidating 2 Tough 2 Knowledge Anatomy 1 Knowledge Illness 1 Perceptive 3 Smart 2 Combat Expert 1 Walking Arsenal Mace Small Xbow 2 DISABILITIES TOTAL -24 Bizarre Appearance -1 Compulsion Hand and Foot Care -2 Dependence Alcohol -1 Dependence Drug -2 Fear Crowds -1 Fussy -2 Impaired Sense Smell -2 Impulsive Vices -1 Lecherous -1 Outcast -1 Quirk Several small rituals such as spreading a thin line of salt around her sleeping area or else she won't go to bed, arranging her personal belongings in her bag in a very specific order before departure, etc. -1 Rival Sibling -2 Secret Fetishes -2 Secret Outcast Story -1 Sensitivity -1 Soft Spot Hairy Men -2