Portia Sterling

## Appearance

**Hair**: Black

**Skin**: White

**Eyes**: Blue

**Height**: 5’1”

**Weight**: 127

**Markings**/**Noticeable** **Features**: She has a jagged scar spanning from the bottom of her shoulder blade to just above her hip from falling in a riverbank and sliding across the edge of a large sharp rock as a teenager. On the back of her hip, she has a birthmark that resembles a wilting flower.

## Personality

Portia is a kind girl with a proclivity for all things mischievous. This combined with her often short temper frequently causes her trouble. She’s not one to shy away from a verbal altercation, but there are only two times she’s gotten physical. However, when it comes to her family, she has a softness in her heart. She loves joking around and playing games.

## Aptitudes

Craftmanship- Portia is in training as a jeweler. As such, she has learned how to make fine jewelry, with her specialty being rings and necklaces

Appraisal- Portia can tell the value of a piece upon examining it closely with little trouble as a 96% accuracy.

Identify- Because of her training and her upbringing in finery, it is no trouble at all for Portia to determine whether or not a gem if real or fake with a brief glance.

Scrapper- Growing up the youngest of 4 with 2 older brothers, Portia never shied away from fighting with them and as such, is better than your average woman in combat, though she’s far from Katherine’s abilities or her brothers’. She can hold her own against most average opponents, provided they don’t have weapons.

Mouse- Portia is small and quick, which gives her an edge in hiding. She can move quickly and quietly and fit into places most people wouldn’t think to look in.

Empathy- Portia’s kind nature makes her an excellent shoulder to cry on and a good ally in your time of need. She will be more than happy to help near anyone out in a pinch.

## History

The youngest of 4, Portia was brought up with a silver spoon. Often she was treated like fine china by her parents, due to her clumsy nature. However, with her siblings, it was rather different. They didn’t give her any special mind, save for exceptionally small demeanor, which seemed to make teasing her more amusing to her brothers. Portia didn’t mind, she always enjoyed her time with her family and would laugh along with anything. Not because she didn’t realize when something was meant to be at her expense, but because she didn’t much mind.

Many have called Portia naive, simpleminded, and dim because of this, but she is none of those things. Portia is vastly aware of the things her family has and will continue to do. In short, she doesn’t care. She willfully turns a blind eye to the things they do and keeps her mouth shut.

As she got older, however, the gap between her mindset and the mindsets of her siblings broadened. She remained soft, patient, and kind and the distance between them grew as each of her elder siblings broke off to do their own thing. However, as their physical closeness waned, her love for them held strong.

Even now, she looks up to her siblings as heroes. She admires Alistair’s bravery to face the challenges of filling their father’s shoes, and every day that he holds strong, she watches him with pride and faith, knowing that he can be everything their father was and more if he desires.

Every day that Iris is out on the seas, living his life as a seafaring adventurer, she hopes that he comes home safe, and misses him. When he’s home, she’s grateful to know that he is safe, for however fleeting a time.

Katherine is her idol, however. In her elder sister, Portia sees courage and power entirely remarkable. Often she boasts about her sister’s work and bravery to interested customers when the shop is slow and always looks forward to her dear sister’s return.

One thing has ever truly harmed Portia in her memory:  the loss of her father. Portia loved her father dearly, though they didn’t speak often with his work and the three elder siblings. To her, her father was always a mystery. She knew his face, his name, and his voice, but she couldn’t say for certain who her father was or what he was capable of. His death has only made that more apparent.

The empty place at the table echoes the one in her mind shaped like him and she longs to know more about who he was when he was alive. Despite this, she can’t bring herself to ask questions, because every time she does, she sees a peculiar look in her mother’s eye that begs her not to. At this point, she figures she’ll be wondering her whole life.

In recent months, she’s taken an apprenticeship at the jeweler nearby to their house and is excelling greatly in the field. It pleases her well enough, though she cannot deny that at times, she wishes she had the grand adventure her siblings do. She’s made peace with the fact that it’s not meant to be for her, though.