Name: Kerrigan Ambrose
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Spirit: Lion (rawr)
Element: Rock
Appearance:
Personality: Strong-willed and short tempered, Kerrigan is the kind of girl who does what she wants when she wants to. That's not to say that she doesn't respect those worthy of it, it just means that if she thinks you aren't, you might as well not exist. She's very curious and a mite scatterbrained, but she is a good person to have at your back. Loyal 'till the end, her friendship is hard to earn; but once you have it, she's there for you like a rock.
Likes: Meat, Warmth, Sleep, and Good Food
Dislikes: Vegetables, Cold, Being Woken Up, Hunger, and Whiny People
Bio: Raised on a farm in a rural countryside, Kerrigan is used to hard physical labor. She had a particular talent for clearing the land of rocks so that they could plant, the rocks seemed to respond to her in an incomprehensible way. Her mother and father were quiet, loving parents who taught Kerrigan everything she knows about farming and hunting, as well as letting her develop into her own distinct person. Her mother dabbled in minor fortune telling, reading tea leaves and the like, so Kerrigan was well versed in the occult.
One day she rode into town with her father to sell their surplus crops. While her father was haggling with another vendor over an exchange of goods, Kerrigan spotted a small shop that professed to be a House of Fortune. With a few spare coins in her pocket, she entered to have her fortune read. A withered old woman took her money and sat down with Kerrigan, gazing at her palm with rapt attention. "I see greatness in you, a hidden power dwelling just below the surface. You will soon be called upon to harness that power," the old woman mused aloud. Suddenly her expression changed to one of horror and sadness, "You must return home immediately, there are wicked deeds a foot! Go, and then run to the monk on the mountain! You will know when the time comes!"
Kerrigan dashed out of the shop, very alarmed and distraught, she told her father what she had been told and they set home at once. They arrived to see their home burned down and the charred body of her mother lying in the ashes. Kerrigan and her father wept and mourned together, laying the body of her mother to rest. Kerrigan suddenly knew deep in her gut that it was time for her to go and with the blessings of her father, she set out, following that instinctive feeling through the wilderness and to the steps of the monastery.
Other: Kerrigan's motto is "I do not suffer fools." She can be sweet and caring but one thing that she cannot stand are people who are lazy, disrespectful, or whiny. The way she sees it, if life's been cruel to you, tough. Everyone suffers one way or another, so rather than moping, do something about it.
