Character Name: Lark Haven
Nicknames & Alias: None
b]Name meaning (if any):
Age: 26
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 140
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Hair: Brown hair long on one side short on the other
Eyes: Hazel
Skintone: Beige skin with multiple brown tattoos covering most of her body, each tattoo representing something to her. Her most dominant tats are the tree like design covering the majority of both of her arms.
Build: Athletic medium build
Appearance in Age: 26, though some have thought a few year younger
Weapons of Choice: Staff weapons; prefers either a typical Bo Staff, Spear, or a Glaive
Armour of choice: Light to Medium Armor. She prefers to wear metal armor over her upper chest to protect her heart and lungs, while wearing leather to cover other part of her.
Magical Abilities: 4 of her tattoos were infused with minor amounts of magic, allowing her a small boosts of energy when she needs it.
Backstory:
Lark wasn't my original name, but it's better than a number some master gave me. Long ago, I was a slave in an underground mining expedition for stolen riches somewhere in the Zujiuchu Mountains. Many of us were children, or nobodies, people they had taken who they knew no one would ever miss; and they worked us to the bone. It wasn't uncommon to collapse from exhaustion, nor to die from it. Some tried to escape, those who were caught were whipped without mercy. It's why I have tattoos. To cover the scars of my attempts. I was 7 and I would try a second time, knowing I would not get a chance to try again. I was caught, but not by a guard. An older man, with a strong build and kind face. Rather than turning me over, he bought me instead. When the man and I returned to his home, he told his son of his discoveries in the mountains; his son was a member of the royal guard, and shortly after I saw the master being beheaded for his crimes. I thought this man was just going to be another master to serve under, but I was mistaken.
The man gave me proper clothes and a room, and he let me eat the same food with him at his table. After my last master, even this would have been enough to earn my loyalty to him, but the man did so much more. The man taught me how to read and write. He taught me math, astrology, herbology. One day, after getting into a fight with some local hooligans, he taught me to defend and fight. The man never treated me as a slave or even a servant, but as a daughter. It was three years later, when I was almost 11; I realized that the day he paid for me, he had actually paid for my freedom. That this man was not "master," but "father".
Father believes in second chances and fate. In his travels, he believed fate brought each of his 25 children to him. Each one had no one or nothing to call their own, and were well on their way to becoming beggars and thieves. But Father said when he looked in our eyes he saw some little spark that could change the world, so he cared for us and raised us as his own. His request was that we only try to do good, whatever and however that may be, but he wanted us to try and make the world a better place. Some of my siblings run food carts and help the hungry. Some went into teaching, making sure that anyone who wanted to learn had the power to do so. Others go around defending people and small villages from villainous people. I'm not sure what I'm doing just yet.
My name is Lark Haven. I have 24 older siblings all around the world. I'm scared of being underground, and I love a clear night sky. I believe that everyone has good in them, even if I have to beat it out of them. So until I can figure out where and how I can do the most good, might as well see where the wind takes me…