The Huntress

DEMOGRAPHICS

SPECIES

Human

GENDER

Female

DATE OF BIRTH

2284

PLACE OF BIRTH

Huntress Island

HEIGHT

5'8"

WEIGHT

144lbs

EYE COLOUR

Brown

HAIR COLOUR

Brown

Characteristics	Naturally skilled combatant, agile with fast reflexes
Weapon of Choice	Hunting rifle
Affiliation	unknown

MILESTONES

TBC

BIOGRAPHICAL HIGHLIGHTS

Named for the small island on which she was found, just off the cost of Far Harbour; 'The Huntress' is a woman with no place in the world around her. When a group of local fisherman found her she was floating amid a horrific shipwreck with injuries so severe they presumed her dead at first. After realising that she was indeed still alive, albeit barely - they took her back to the town of Far Harbour where she was nursed back to health.

Weeks went by until one day, the patrons of 'The Last Plank' were given quite the scare when the mysterious girl finally awoke and walked downstairs into the bar in a complete daze. She had absolutely no memory of anything before waking up and knew nothing of herself or her surroundings. At a complete loss, she took to helping Mitch out around the bar as as means to repay the debt to him above all others for taking her into his care all this time.

The weeks turned into months and she had fast become as much a part of local legend as she had the heart of the community. That was until one day a group of sailors from a passing trawler stopped by overnight and got a bit too rowdy in the bar. When they got aggressive with Old Man Longfellow, she stepped in but they reacted badly to her interference and a fight quickly broke out.

She blacked out as soon as the first punch was swung; the next thing she knew she was running for her life away from the burning remnants of the town as her so believed friends all chased her and tried shooting at her. As it turned out, she had washed over with a kind of rage when the fight broke out and killed all three of the troublesome sailors but did not stop even when the townsfolk tried to intervene. In fact one young lad who worked the stall right next door also died by her hand as tried to restrain her.

So now she was outcast; she had fled down the boardwalk and taken one of the boats though it was not seaworthy so she could not get much further than the mainland with it. With nothing but the clothes on her back and a head full of questions, she landed her small boat on the shore and started walking. Nowhere in particular, just... walking...