K e n d r a
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Family father Godwin mother Wassa brother Anselm (25) sister Edris (21)cccccccccccccccccccc |
Origins Allendale, Northumbria |
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History Kendra was born and raised on a farm just outside the small town of Allendale. She grew up in a Christian family with an older brother and younger sister. Her father was not only a countryman, but also a talented woodcarver. Kendra didn't want to learn how to sow or take care of the cattle: she wanted to make things with her hands, just like him. She was always outside, no matter the season, frolicking around with Anselm in the dirt and riding the horses without a fear in the world. As a child and preteen she got mistaken for a boy a lot. When her mother decided enough was enough, she and Anselm weren't allowed to play together anymore. Kendra wanted more than the simple life on the farm. Always had. She didn't like gossiping with her pretty sister, or getting courted by the boys who decided they didn't stand a chance with Edris and opted for the other one. She would secretly follow her dad and Anselm around when they went into the woods to spar. In order to protect the family, as any man should, her father would always say whenever Kendra poked him about wanting to learn too. He was a righteous and kind person, but adamant in his ways, and he would not allow a weapon in his daughter's hand. Starting around the age of fourteen, Kendra would wait until everyone else was asleep to sneak into the shack and recover one of the heavy swords Godwin kept in the back. She would copy the stances and movements she'd studied from afar all night in the dark by herself. It was Edris who caught her one time and told their parents. Her mother was mortified, but she could tell her father had already known. Although he still refused to aid her, he did let her have a sword of her own. It became Kendra's most prized possession. |
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Personality Headstrong Proud Loud Vindictive Curious Openminded Confrontational Bewitching Creative Driven Impetuous Protective Competitive Impatientcccccccccccccccccccc |
Appearance Chocolate brown eyes Long, wavy hair in the same shade as her eyes Prominent, angular and very expressive eyebrows Not a remarkable beauty, rather plain Average height, average body A few minor scars on her lower arms and calloused hands (all from learning about sharp swords the hard way) Takes after her father in looks Can turn her facial features into an unspoken insult |
[ bericht aangepast op 14 maart 2020 - 22:00 ]
Feel the fire, but do not succumb to it.
