Caitlin Nic Pháidín

*"Holder"*

-Caitlin Mercanarium Eternium surgeon

### Childhood - Way of the tribes

Caitlin like most of her race grew up in a nomadic tribe taking her far from any recognizable place of birth. It was not with out strife as it is dangerous beyond the reach of civilized society. Caravans wagons drawn by oxen across the land. The crimson colors of her tribes wagon covers where her earliest memory as she was rocked back and forth by the motion of the moving wagons. When camp was made she remembers dancing and playing in the grass, sand, and snows of various lands. Her mother teaching her the medical ways of their people and how to harness water and create it from thin air. Other then that she had a happy childhood.

### Preteen - The other Tribe

In the time of her first heat another tribe attempted to camp in the same area as her own. Nunh are often territorial and when this happens conflict is not far behind. Worse yet the other tribe was mostly Arke'tei basically physical beasts and excellent hunters. The few houri that reside in our camp of the Arke'tei are our fiercest hunters. One day a dispute happened over hunting grounds and what could be gathered. Even rumors of a few of the Arke'tei beta's stealing our young girls from gathering duty. War was upon us... All I care to remember of that time was the blood and broken bodies that came to my mothers wagon helping her preform surgery on my family trying to save them from death. Eventually we where driven off and a lot of my friends never returned to us. Mother told me that it was cause they had gone to the blessed lands I knew what the pyres were about though the dead being tossed on to them the ashes left to make the ground fertile and strong again for the next time my clan passes through.

### Teen - Island Horrors

When she came of age she sought to do the island trail seeking to over come the terrors of the first world that lingered upon it. The group she was with knew almost nothing of how to fight and they only lasted a few days before returning to the outpost. During those few days 4 of the 8 members of their group died to things they never even had a chance to see let alone be able to fight back against. The tricks and torments visited upon them by the fey was far worse then the stories pass down through the generations watching helpless as one of their allies repeated the same death over and over again and another getting trapped in the same loop trying to save them only to die as well.

Seeing another ally turned entirely inside out while leaving them alive. The screams of pain as they slowly went mad from agony that she was unable to treat. Watching as they ran off into the wilds ranting jibberish. Finally when they tried to go back to the return point something gave chase the slowest in the group was the last one to be claimed. She would never forget the smell of blood and the screams of that one as it had been a boy she was interested in and was trying to help become a nunh with out going through the *Mercanarium*. She could only run in response to his blood curdling screams.

When she returned to the mainland she vowed she would not be helpless like this again and did was females rarely do and enrolled into the mercanarium.

### Young Adult - A Cadet and a Stranger

There is no proper training in the *Mercanarium* given that tribes train their young to certain tasks they accel in life as to short to muddle around pointlessly. Was only a short time learning how to work with in groups that instilled in her the ability to move in units as one. Just a glance at her fellow squad mates and she would know exactly what they wanted done and and where to do it from.

One of the many missions she went on took her to the neighboring kingdom that often had work for Akere in the Kingdom of Inverden. Missions here was always a treat as they often are easy however she got into a situation that her squad was not expecting and was forced to take shelter down an alley way. Her combat skills not as honed as her healing and medical all she could hope to do was hide. What she did not expect to find was a large akre'tei waiting down that alleyway. She dove behind wooden bin while he covered for her convincing the enemy on her ass that she had made off toward the roof indicating claw marks on the wooden walls. Convinced of the rouse the ones chasing her ran off looking for another way up that the dead end did not provide. In return for Arthur's help she invited him to join come with her to the *Mercanarium*. She only faintly wondered why he had chosen to leave his caravan and stay in one place before coming with her but that puzzlement passed as she realized not all catfolk roam as she had done.

### Adult - Leaving the *Mercanarium*

Three more years passed and Arthur had finished his mandatory and was able to leave the organization. She choose to follow him as she again faced the problem of more losses then wins not cause of her own efforts almost every one she attended to survived, however others had not been as trained as here in mending the broken bodies after some of the conflicts they got involved in. Larger combats she would loss more friends then she wanted to loss and more then a few times people she cared about ended up on others tables to then soon end up shortly after on large pyres...

Still though she had learned much in her time with them and wanted to explore the idea of adventuring before settling into a life of being a houri. Together with some of her old squad mates she ventures forth into the unknown secure in her ability to keep her friends alive and in turn their ability to keep her alive as well.

## **Appearance**

### Physical

Motherly beauty with long blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. When she is able to afford it she uses a light touch of make up. She has weight to her but in an attractive way as she keeps her self in shape for fighting and running through dance. She has a slim for her build waistline, plump ass, and large tits. She is on the short with long nicely shaped legs. On the small of her back is a tattoo of her clan a bird in flight and on her face a small mole under her left eye.

In short you would want this doctor/nurse by your bed side.

### Clothing

Travelling or delving a dungeon she dresses as needed however she is often wearing a long wool/deer skin dress, with a leather belt, leather boots, a cloak pending on the weather.

Formal she dresses in nice deer skin dress with a wolf fur shawl adorned with indications of her rank from the mercanarium and ivory earrings with turquois stones. On her feet she wears moccasins made from rabbit fur and adorned with like wise with turquois stones.

### Weapons and Armor

Her armor is a chain shirt with a solid pauldron on her defensive arm, a tighter chain weave for her upper and fore arm with a metal cap on her elbow, finally a heavy metal plate covering the back of her hand leaving her fingers exposed. Embossed into the pauldron is her rank with in the mercanarium as well as her unit. The other arm is exposed from the chain shirt. A leather belt crosses over the waist pulling the shirt to her form.

## **Personality**

### Calm Under Pressure

Caitlyn remains calm under all kinds of pressure knowing that panicking can cost her everything. Having preformed surgeries and magical healing while people fought literally on the other side of the wall from her or stitching some one up whom threatens her life till help can arrive. She has been through more then her fair share of it and then some while serving in the Mercanarium. While a large part of it is cause she can trust her team to watch her ass while she works most of it comes from the fact that if she does not keep calm she is likely to loose some one she cares about again and she does not want to feel like that ever again.

### Prepared

Caitlyn is prepared for almost every situation she can think of or has seen first hand. When she encounters something she is not prepared for she has learned to improvise on the fly with what she has on hand. After encountering something she was unprepared for before she obsesses over how to be ready for next time till she finds a workable solution.

### Focused

Caitlyn can be hyper focused causing her to miss the obvious some times when she focuses on a task. Some times it is something as simple as a forgetting a meal. Other times it is as dangerous as a wild animal stalking her. Either way when she is focused on a task it has all her attention often to her detriment and some times others.

### Hates Loss

Caitlyn hates loss and goes to extreme lengths to ensure she never has to loose any one every again. Stemming from her attempt to help the boy she liked become a nunh and seeing 4 members of her group die in horribly unforgettable ways. Every loss haunts her for months after they die be they a close friend or a stranger whom she is attending to as she knows some one out there will grieve for their death.

### Oath of the Healer

Caitlyn observes her mothers oath the same oath her grandmother observer and her grandmothers mother before her so on through the generations. While it does not preclude violence if there is an obvious option to her that can solve the problem before her with out conflict she will endeavor to make that option work. If however those opposed to her and her allies are set on violence then she it is not a violation of her oath to see the ones before her dead as it is her duty to remain living long enough to save as many lives a she can.

## **Loves**

Food: Fresh Bread, Eating a good meal, Color: Blue(s), Nice Clothing, Nature, Cities, Travelling, Water, Rain, The cold, The heat, The smell of Lavender, Medicine, Food: Beef Stew, Dancing, Music, Reading, Speaking with old friends, Food: Haggus, Jewelry made of bone, Soft Furs, Animals, Food: Meat dishes, Drink: Whiskey, Flowers: Roses, Drink: Red Wine, Color: Purple, Food: Pasta,

## **Hates**

Color: yellow(s), Staying in one place to long, Death of friends, Wasted food, Wasted Drink, a patient dieing, Senseless violence, War, Death, The Fey, Bad medicine, Poison, Disease, Plague, Ignorance, Charlatan Doctors/Healers, Wasted life,

## **Hobbies**

Dancing, Cooking, Studying Medicine, Practicing Surgical Skills, Healing the Sick and Injured.

## **Friends**

Arthur: an ally from the mercanarium whom she respects

Kyoko: A member of her old squad when operating with in the mercanarium. Their enclycapeadic knowledge of illnesses earned this person the W.M.D. Nickname (Worlds Medical Digest.)

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## **Enemies**

Death its self: They have stalked her since that time on the island. They claim countless lives and threaten even more. Every person she can save from them is a personal victory for her.

Espiry Esato Guild: As a healer whom helps all regardless of their ability to pay for it this group has taken issue with her. A group of healers/physicians/doctors whom govern over medicine and healing arts. They take personal issue when people like her pass through areas they consider their areas of treatment. She has intentionally spited this group on numerous occasions mending those they extort for money.

The Fey: As an Akere Catfolk she is descended from those slaves of the Fey lords. As such she hates all fey with a blazing passion that only an Akere Catfolk can understand or other whom are direct victims of the fey.

## **Family**

### Her Tribe

**Mother:** P'bhekyeemo Pháidín

**Father:** P'Pháidín Nunh

MANY SIBLINGS both half and full blooded (Akere Catfolk are prolific breeders whom breed with only the Nunh of their tribes.)

## **Aspirations**

To be the very best healer/doctor she can be and save as many lives as she can save before death over takes her.