Username: [Whimsical Me.]

Character Name: Karin Emile (Eh-meel, not Emily)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 19

Kingdom of Birth: Southern Fires Kingdom

Personality: She’s extremely tough and foul mouthed and will often beat and berate her brother to the point of tears- wanting him to be stronger and less damned polite, but dare another try the same, she will turn on them with a vengeance. A sort of violent maternal figure, she will protect any she considers her own, be they family or friends. She likes to keep to herself, though she tolerates her brother’s company better than other’s.

Physical Appearance: Bad enough that she was born female, she is the physical epitome of femininity. She is petite, with a pretty swell of the hips and breasts, with perfect alabaster skin and silver curls. Even though her hair is cut short, the natural texture appears as silken swirls across her scalp, as if she had combed and used product to keep it that way. Longer locks cling to her temples, forming curlicues that frame her large violet eyes (which hold more red than the blue of her brother’s) in a charming manner. Though she is pretty, her body and limbs are hard and lightly muscled, with scars all over the lovely skin, from the many fights she gets into. Her outfit is black wide-legged trousers over red tights and supple leather boots, with a wrapping of the same color used to bind her chest. She has a heavy silk scarf wrapped around her head and throat, patterned with darker grey and purple. She wears a prettily patterned linen shirts over a heavy silk top right next to her skin, with a thick fur coat over everything

Weight: 117 lbs.

Powers: Fire breathing

Abilities (talents): the attack can only last as long as she can hold her breath, but she can let out little spurts enough to daintily light a candle or enough to char a man where he stands.

Weapons: A set of four spiked rings on her pointer, middle, ring and pinky finger, which act as a more subtle version of brass knuckles made of strong silver. Also, a long blade tucked into a spine sheath, which she rarely uses and is not very practiced with.

Strengths: She is physically tough and willing to brawl, but is also pretty resilient mentally- she doesn’t cry often and insults are as nothing to her, she has little to fear.

Weaknesses: Because her power is fire-based and in her gut, she keeps away from excess hydration and most drinks are alcoholic to temporarily strengthen her attacks. Unfortunately, this means regular water and liquids can dampen her ability and with so much alcoholic drinks, if she does not breathe fire often enough, she may become drunk. Also, having been raised in the Southern Fires Kingdom, she is susceptible to the cold of the Northern Star Kingdom and must wear bulky layers, which hinder her movement.

Hobbies: Drinking and fighting, surprisingly enough in the small, pretty girl, but she enjoys it. Also, she likes to run, though this hobby has lessened as she moved, for she is unused to the heavy layers.

Pets: A feathered dragon, about the size of a large dog or small horse, with feathered wings and crest and at the tip of the tail, he is otherwise scaled and a normal dragon. Though he has wings, he very rarely flies, for he is not small enough to go unnoticed. His name is Dol (not doll, more like doh-l) and is sort of a runt and that’s why she has him

Relatives: Her twin brother.

Loved One: None in sight.

Companions (friends): So far, only her brother and Astrid.

History: Though she and her brother were both born to the Southern Fires kingdom, they were separated at birth. This is why she was such a loner, as she felt that she sought a companion (any trusted adults she had confided to assumed this was lust for a mate and so tried to turn her off of that at her younger age) none she took as friends or lovers seemed to be a good match and she never grew too attached to any one of them. One day, while walking through the market place, she bumped into a lovely young man who seemed very familiar… After speaking to him and learning of their true relationship, she readily left her home to which she had little attachment and followed him to his (not birthplace, but the place he was raised since infancy) where she fit in quite well as a fighting woman. Unfortunately, there she attracted a lot of attention, so her brother used his few remaining connections with his uncle to guarantee them safe passage to a kingdom neither of them were well-known at, and between the Northern Star and Western Winds, they decided on the first, for neither wished to make a living with fish.