Her name is Amara, and she has guarded these seaside caves for as long as she can remember. Her post is at the mouth of the cavern, where the beach sand turns to stone and descends into the earth. Her white, blind eyes stare out across the roaring waves of the ocean, her friend and mentor. Bare feet, rough after years -- perhaps decades? -- of walking the sandy, rocky shores tread carefully, but surely. She hears the wind echoing in the caves, feels the spray of the at the water's edge; the ocean guides her along the shore where she forages for food, supplies. Amara has never entered the depths of the caves, even after all these years. Why would she? Her place is here at the entrance, where her practiced sword spills the blood of any would be intruder. She does not see, does not speak, not even to issue a warning. The unsheathing of her blade and the eerie stillness that settles upon the waves when she takes up arms should be enough to dissuade any opponent.
Name: Amara
Age: She appears to be in her 20's, but some say she's a ghost immortal
Gender: Female
Occupation: Security guard
Species: She was probably human at one point
Personality: Aloof and professional, Amara is a stone wall to all strangers. When alone, she may sit beside the cave and play with shells she's collected or feed scraps to the seagulls and other shorebirds that flock to her presence. She loves the ocean and respects the caves.
History: Amara cannot quite remember a time before she was brought to the cave. She believes she remembers warmth and color, the smell of a wood stove burning in the early morning. Someone is singing -- could it be her mother? There was a time when she saw colors, flowers and beasts, the forests that surrounded her home and far, far away the sea itself. As a child she was taken from this life, whatever it was, blinded and branded and made to stand sentinel at the mouth of the caverns. She doesn't know why; she's never thought to ask, though here and again she hears strange noises from deep in the caverns and her curiosity returns to her. It's only a matter of time before she journeys into the depths of the mysterious lair she's been so faithfully protecting all her life.
Equipment: A longsword given to her by the ocean Herself, along with medium armor taken from the depths of the caverns and presented to her in the sandy shore. She also has needles hewn from bone that she uses to pierce shells and thread them on string to make jewelry and other decorations. The entrance of the cavern is strewn with her childish creations.
Abilities and Skills: Strengthened sense of hearing and touch; exquisite swordsmanship; some say she controls the ocean, but really it's more like the ocean is her sparring partner and works in tandem with her.
Strengths: Loyal to a fault, steady and unwavering, has genuine love in her heart
Weaknesses: Loyal to a fault, does not question authority, does not question bloodshed
Other: Well, I'm about ready to write a book about her now tho
