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Name Gwylad (meaning homeland)
Age 22
Sex woman
Role kajira
Please note this character is unbroken and untamed, she will require forceful handling, and training.
Backstory Gwylad grew up in a far off city hidden in the unnamed isles. Her city was no beautiful metropolis, nor spiralling citadel. It was a place of crude palisade walls of earth and Timber, of stone weapons, hunting, gathering and farming.
She had grown on the stories of worrier men and women, fighting to secure the tiny city, and of the warnings of the outside world. Beyond our sheltered harbours lies only peril, heartache and death her parents would say.
Gwylad was a gifted child, she learned quickly to care for herself, how to hunt, gather, grow, make clothing, tools and music. The songs and hymns of her people thrummed in her heart, and lifted her spirits. But, she was ever curious. Stubborn, wilful and foolhardy.
She ventured beyond the city, beyond the island. Packing provisions and tools she leapt joyfully into a skinboat on the day of her 22nd year, she look a joyful and freeing look back at the island of her birth as she paddled away ... she would never see that shore line again.
8 days later, a group of slavers sailed the narrow channel between islands, in the distance they spot a flash of red streaking across the water and the joyful laughter of a girl. Their fists clenched and breathing quickened, as they swept in to claim their prize.
Interests singing, cooking, hunting, gathering, stone napping, fishing.
Physical description she stands just over 5 foot, piercing dark blue eyes scowl out from a weathered but young face. Her skin, browned slightly by her life outdoors bares the scars of her er freedom. Her hands are rough, small and quick, her feet hardened and calloused. Her red mane of Celtic red hair cascades in loose curls around a fresh, young, lean face. Her body is Lithe and well built, the years of hunting, gathering and farming.
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