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Other Aliases: Kat, Rin,
Gender: Female
Race: Hylian
Age: 17
Archetype: Tank
Nationality: Hyrulean
Stats
- Strength: 3
- Agility: 2
- Intelligence: 2
- Magic: 3
- Charisma: 2
Skills
- Striking: 3
- Brawling: 3
- Endurance: 4
- Athletics: 0
- Ranged Combat: 0
- Defensive Combat: 4
- Medicine: 0
- Puzzles: 0
- Spells: 0
- Casting: 0
- Potions: 0
- Magical Item Use: 0
- Sincerity: 0
- Inspiration: 0
- Natural Affinity: 0
Perks and Flaws
Perks:
- Royalty - 12
- Prodigy - Striking - 3
- Tennis! - 4
- Fated - 3
Flaws:
- Unlucky - 5
- Bad Liar - 2
- Driven - Justice - 3
Physical Description:
-Eyes: Dark Indigo
-Hair: Shoulder-length and grey, wears a black ribbon cocked to the side
-Height and Build: 5’8” and Medium-Light, the only thing keeping her from being as thin as a stick is a layer of muscle.
-Clothing: On average, she wears a blue-green sweat jacket with a black shirt underneath with a blue-green skirt and black thigh high socks. She carries a couple holstered behind her back in a cross formation for easy access to both, but they tend be for show more often than not.
Personality: Growing up in the country side with nothing but the mundane and fairy tales to entertain her, she had a tendency to have her head in the clouds more often than not, a trait which is still very much present. She considers herself a knight of justice and honor, carrying both of these heavily and never acting in a way that would validate one of these two standards by which she lives by. She’s generally pleasant enough to all but those whom she deems to be lacking in the two values she holds so dearly. Her age and idealism lead her to be on the naïve side which ends up in her getting tricked now again. Those who do however, learn that the old saying “Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned” isn’t just a saying.
Family:
- Leto di Lazari - Deceased, former noble of Hyrule turned farmer when he escaped.
- Jessica di Lazari - Deceased, not much about her is known to Katerina.
Magical Talents: Untapped.
Weapons and Talents: Despite carrying two blades with her, she usually only wields one with a dual-handed set up. A more reserved style that depends more on countering an defending to win her fights than just head on aggression. Uses dual blade set up only when she has to, or when highly outnumbered. Drawing a blade period is something she does only if she deems necessary, finding alternate ways to fight if at all possible.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Agile, alert, and not afraid to get things done. A strong sense of honor guides her actions into whatever they may be. Makes up for lack of strength and experience with tactics. Naively trusting and noble, will not do anything that goes against her morals, tends to believe in everyone unless they have given her a very good reason. Not too physically strong.
History: She grew up in a small village on the outer plains, to a farmer father and a merchant mother. Because s was the only child, she had to learn to do both farm work and accounting to help either her father during the planting and harvesting seasons, or her mother when she had in between the fertile seasons. Despite her largely busy and otherwise boring life, and in defiance to her location and supposedly natural placement in life, she would at night teach herself since she could not go to school in the morning.
The more she learned, the more she became enamored with what awaited her outside the small farming outpost. It wasn’t a bad life, but she wanted more, a lot more. And if that wasn’t enough, she would come to be increasingly interested in becoming a knight in the classical terms. Partially because it was the best way out, and partially because she wanted to be able to enforce and uphold those tenets which she had lived by her entire life.
When she turned 12, her late-night study sessions began to be broken up into sparring sessions with a retired soldier in the village who was willing to help her. Her father disapproved of even the thought of her learning and her mother thought it too dangerous for her, so she would lead a life of secrecy during the night. An intense feeling of relief would flood over her every winter, as those were the only days she could get any sleep as she wasn’t going to have up by sun up.
But, she wouldn’t truly understand the affect her lack of sleep, and perhaps bad luck, would have on her life until later. Around the outskirts of her villages, tales grew wild of warring groups of bandits and mercenaries that had sought to rise to power ever since the War of Time. One such group had been harassing their village for over a decade, but they had been rather careful and manageable in the past so it was a wakeup call when the sleepy village awoke to a slaughter. Apparently, they had enough of “negotiations” and were going to claim it for themselves.
Being on a more isolated part of an already isolated village, news failed to reach Hikari’s home until it was too late. The bandits had already worked their way through a great portion of the village and effectively surrounded the small farm house when the family awoke. They had been making a commotion and were burning the fields, the heat having finally reached them.
As far as she was told, her parents had no practical experience in fighting, or even any real knowledge of it, neither having been part of the military, or even held a weapon in their lives. She herself had been out that night in the neighboring woods, training by herself. Not knowing what happened to their daughter, her parents assumed the bandits had taken her, and in a rage of anger, tried fighting them. The mother fell first, impaled through the mouth to shut her up, and the father decapitated. Eventually the bright flamed and smoke penetrated even the forest's night sky. Confused and worried, she immediately tried to leave the forest, a thousand and one scenarios running through her head. To say her mind was clouded and distracted on that would be an understatement, but to attempt to use it in defense of her actions would be a stretch.
How that night would end, not even she would be able to answer later. Her memories of what happened after exiting the forest are an undecipherable mess. Blurs upon blurs upon nothing. What she does know, is that when she came to, it was sun down once again. And she lay out in the middle of a road covered in blood. The blood on her, she would find out, was not hers, and she would later hear that nobody survived the attack on her village, not even the bandits.
Two years have passed since then, and she now wanders largely aimlessly, trying to find a place to settle down, something to do. Somewhere where she can do some good. In her travels she’s discovered that her parents lied to her: Her dad in fact hailed from a noble line and had always kept a small fortune secret. Her first foray into Castle City left her with these and many more realizations about who she was, about who her parents were, and what opportunities lay for her.
Her father had apparently been a noble who disappeared from the city grounds one night with a woman, presumably her mother. Though while she declined to take her seat and resurrect her house, the Nobles who sought her out for this purpose seemed very eager to get back in the court.
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