Character Name: Sawyer Judasson

Age: Twenty-two

Height: 5'8" / 1.67m

Weight: 133.5lbs / 60.6kg

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Physical Appearance:

Sawyer is of average height and build, though she has been described as mousey. She is very slim and her hair is a color that invokes imagery of a pale shade of brown, which is to say, her hair is blonde. Her eyes are the color of ground cherries, and her skin is a deep shade of bronze, with obvious tan lines along her upper arms and thighs. Additionally, her hands are covered in dark ink stains.

Wherever she goes, she always arrives overprepared. She somehow manages to heft a huge backpack around everywhere she goes, full of all sorts of travel necessities. She has belts and pouches and pockets full of all sorts of odds, and also a lot of ends, and she claims to always have the right tool for the job.

Personality:

Sawyer isn't particularly odd by many standards, in fact, she prefers to see herself as 'normal' compared to others in her field. While most others play themselves off as special or incredibly unique, she will downplay herself as 'just another fellow looking for fortune' who happened to get as far as she has off of nothing but 'sheer luck and some grit'.

Sawyer seems to paint herself as jovial and trustworthy, and to some extent this is true; She is often enough happy to help anyone in need, so long as they'll return the favor. She gets her quips in, and is generally smart enough to try and dance around dicey subjects with some form of tact if she has to.

She seems to take more notes than she needs to when out on the field, often going through whole pads and books as though they were single pages.

She denies the gods, or rather, denies their right to faith. Sawyer is a self-described mesotheist, who lives without any god's blessing and believes herself better off without it. Whether or not this is true has yet to be determined.

Backstory:

Sawyer doesn't believe her story to be particularly interesting. It all began one unlucky night between her father and a woman who made a mistake that later resulted in a young girl who was later named Sawyer.

She grew up on her father's farm, and though he did his best, he was never a particularly good father. Always screaming and yelling at her for aspiring to be anything other than a farmer and a trophy wife. She got caught up in her current profession when, one day, some of the livestock turned up missing, bloody footprints leading into the nearby forest.

There was a monster in the woods, and it was preying on them.

So she stayed up late the following night, staring out her bedroom window, and waited for the monster. Every night, she would watch this terrible beast prowl across her father's property, sketch it in her sketchbook, and take notes about how it behaved and acted, to its preferred food and schedule.

She can't remember exactly how she went from setting out strips of meat for this giant spider to her sitting beside it on the steps of her back porch while they ate them. Or how many weeks it took for her to reach that level of trust.

The cost of her new friend was her father's livelihood, as the beast continued to feed on his livestock as time went on. When her old man found out that his daughter had not only been allowing this monster to live, but had befriended it, he was furious and threatened to kill the great spider himself.

He didn't get the chance.

Sawyer later went on to become something of a for-hire monster hunter, though she does very little actual hunting. She prefers to trap and release the monsters that she is contracted to exterminate, and even then, those are only in the cases in which she can't befriend the beast and add them to her ever-growing party.

She's ready for another adventure.