{let me know if I should add anything more, it has been awhile since I have written up such a detailed character sheet.}
Name :
Nunrar Enlil
Nicknames :
Nu or Auntie Nu, something used by her family, especially her nephew
Gender :
Female
Age and birthday :
25 years old, born on 1277
Origin :
She was born just west of Ryros, to simple farmers of common blood.
Length and build :
5'6, pretty normal build, if fairly muscled from use.
weight :
149
Sexuality :
heterosexual
Appearances :
Occupation :
Freelance guard, scout, pretty much any job that she can get along those lines. She had a brief stint as a soldier but that did not last long very long after she had an argument with one of her superiors.
Favorite phrase/saying :
Life is like a bow, sometimes you are shooting in the dark, sometimes you are shooting with the sun in your eyes, and sometimes you just have to close your eyes and let go.
Favorite Food :
Beef and barely stew
Favorite Weather and Season :
She likes it when the weather is clear and windless, not to warm that she is sweating through her armor and not so cold that she can't feel her fingers. Early autumn.
Patron God/Goddess :
As the daughter of a farmer Nunrar has choosen to pray to Noxios and Miri. Miri even more so as she will ask the goddess to keep the wind in her favor so that her arrows don't go astray. On occasion she has been known to offer up a prayer and an offering to Carios for her brother's sake.
Personality :
For someone who spends much of their time as a scout and an archer Nunrar is actually pretty personable. She is very down to earth with a warm smile and a quiet kind voice. While quiet in her general mannerisms she carries herself with a fair amount of pride, something she picked up from her uncle. She treats everyone she meets with respect, unless they show her that they do not deserve it, but she gives everyone the same amount of respect no matter their class. This has occasionally gotten her into trouble but for the most part it is of little consequence. While even total strangers can be assured of a fair level of respect there is a fair distance Nunrar likes to keep until she gets to know someone a bit better. To close friends and family she is a jovial, goofy, and generous. She is especially fond of children and none more so than her little nephew Issan. Whenever she has extra time or a bit of extra money she makes a trip to her brothers farm, and while he is most often not there due to his travels she does enjoy the time she spends with her sister-in-law and nephew. But she can get rather serious when it is time to fight but she knows that by having a bow she makes herself a target and she accepts that as the way things are. But she expects that same responsibility of anyone who wields a weapon, if you are not ready for choice than she believes she should not carry a weapon.
History :
Nunrar was born and raised on a small farm not to far from the city of Ryros with her parents and her older brother. Much of her early childhood was spent learning the ways of the farm and doing what she could to help out. This made her tough even if some of the tasks were rather tedious, there was no real room for complaints. She understood that no matter how boring some tasks were there was a reason behind them and so she would just furrow her brow and complete the task given her. However what she enjoyed most were the winters that she spent with her father's older brother, her uncle Mar. Winters were a tough time and once the crops were all done and the snow began to fall she was allowed to make the two day trip to her uncle's house where, once she was old enough, she would spend a couple months until the planting season returned.
Her uncle was the only person in her family, within recent memory, to become a soldier and Nunrar always seems to remember him as a grizzled middle aged man with a heavy limp. From the stories she has heard he managed to reach the rank of Centurion rather early in his career and maintained that position for some time, and with rather good success before he was badly injured and forced to retire. That first winter that she spent with him was rather tough for both of them. Nunrar was young and free-spirited, while her Uncle Mar was stubborn and used to living alone. At the end of that first winter both complained bitterly about the other but still, the winter after that, they found themselves stuck with one another. It was with a simple board game that they first started to bond. Mar began to see a bright young girl that might actually learn something if he took a bit of time to teach her. He was careful never to really push her towards anything, not that it was really needed. Nunrar had more curiosity than was probably good for her and once Mar dropped the hint that she might not be very good at something she had the drive to prove him wrong. But both had to be careful, her parents had seen what had happened to her uncle when he had returned from the constant battles in the north, and they were very reluctant to see their little girl go through the same thing. Out of respect for those wishes Nunrar and her uncle concentrated her training onto the bow and onto self defense.
By the time she was 19 she felt that she was ready to carve her own path in the world. Much to her parents dismay, who were hoping she might follow her older brother's lead and become a merchant even though she had never learned to read or write like her brother, she decided to become a soldier like her uncle. As a parting gift her uncle gave her the bow that she still uses to this day. She does not know where the bow itself came from but it must have cost quite the pretty penny as it is of extremely fine craftsmanship. So she joined the army but she only lasted for about half a year there. For all her calm demeanor and skill with a bow she disliked the rigors of the army. She was used to hardship and her nerves were hard to break but she worked best when noise was not directed at her, so having her commander screaming orders while she was trying to line up a shot did not sit well with the girl. And in the end, after several loud arguments with her commanding officer, she was dismissed. At that point she knew that she could not just return home so she opted instead to try her luck at a bit of freelance work. To her joy she found that she like that life much better. The constant traveling and walking gave her boundless stamina and her skill with a bow made it so that her work was often rewarded. That and her personable nature made it easy for her to make friends and get recommendations. At the moment she is in Deliar wondering whether to make the trip to Ryros and visit her parents and brother or whether she should take on another job to earn a bit more money.
Theme song :
wip
Clothing and/or armor :
Since she favors archery and hand to hand combat she only wears a
chainmail shirt. Anything more would weigh her down to much. She usually wears a
plain long-sleeved shirt under her maille one covering the whole thing with a
simple tunic. She wears a
wide leather belt at her waist to take some of the weight of her maille shirt off of her shoulders. At her hips she has a smaller belt that holds her hunting/multi purpose knife as well as an all purpose pouch that she uses to hold things that she might immediately need. On her forearms she wears a pair of bracers, however the bracer on her left arm was modified slight so that it could serve as a guard to protect her from the sting of her own bowstring. Her boots are made of brown leather and are very well worn at this point. Across her back she carries a quiver and a rucksack, the quiver she tries to keep well stocked with arrows and the rucksack she tries to keep well stocked with basic traveling supplies. She carries a cloak with her but she only uses it if the weather requires it, for the most part she feels like it limits her vision and mobility.
Tools and weapons :
Name :
Caal
Description :
A pony that she bought nearly seven years ago to make travel easier on her. Caal is getting up there in years but he is a smart old pony and he gets the job done. He was originally bred to be an all purpose farm mutt so to speak so he has the stamina and cool temperament that Nunrar requires.
Appearance :
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Name :
Reflex bow
Description :
A gift from her uncle, of everything she owns this bow is probably worth the most. It is used to kill and protect that is all.
Appearance :
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Name :
Hunting/multi purpose knife
Description :
Simple knife, it is not much of a weapon more just of a tool.
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Skill/Abilities :
First and foremost she is an archer. That was what she was trained the most with and that is the tool she utilizes the most when it comes to fights.
Since she understood that she might be caught without her bow, without arrows, or in a situation where her target was to close she also choose to learn hand to hand combat. She is rather good at it as well but she is not overly tough, a few good blows can send her staggering.
A pleasant respectful manner has served her well when it comes to making friends and allies.
Hunting is a past time of hers and she uses those skills well when it comes to tracking and navigating in different terrains.
Constant moving and traveling has given her stamina to keep running passed when many would collapse.
Traits
While illiterate Nunrar is good at reading maps, although she rarely uses them herself, mainly she uses this skill to direct merchants or any other travelers she might be protecting.
She is not a very good leader herself, most often she forgets that she actually needs to direct people rather than assume they know what she is thinking. She is however very good at playing second.
I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.
