Eskila Ikamaye
Skills:
Total Points Available to Spend: 12
Physical
- Climbing (Trained) [2]
Ropes, ladders, claws'n'paws, all the ways to scale a building and get in a window. Or the other way around. Sometimes even trees to help tiny blind leopard cats get back down.
- Fire Rescue (Proficient) [3]
Lifting, carrying, dragging, breaking walls and doors, temporary propping up of collapsing structures; all the things that one must do to get somebeast out of a burning building safely. She's been doing it since she was thirteen-and-some.
- Halberd (Untrained) [0]
A versatile stick, used more to prop herself up or smash open doors and windows than as a weapon raised against others. At some point she knew how to use it as more than a wood chopper. The information was discarded for facts about the color orange.
- Large Shield (Trained) [2]
It can bonk. It can protect from bonk. Sled, umbrella. Shield good. Surprisingly agile when it comes to dashing towards someone to get between them and whatever's about to hit them.
Total Points in Category: 7
Mental
- Knowledge: Wellsprings of Hope (Trained) [2]
A mental map ofall most of the wells and sources of ground water in Bully Harbor. Likely drawn in mental crayon.
- Knowledge: First Aid (Novice) [1]
General patching up of minor to medium wounds and burns; mostly just to keep someone alive to get them to a surgeon.
Total Points in Category: 3
Social
- Calming Presence (Trained) [2]
Even in the most panicked of packed theaters, her soporific spirit can be felt easing the tension.
Total Points in Category: 2
General Information:
Age: 23
Species: Sable
Biological Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Size: Medium
Physical Description:
While mostly dark-furred (nearly black) with a lighter brown face, her upper chest to the base of her chin is a bright orange, and a point of pride, to the point where the majority of her clothing is a matching bright orange, and even her armor is painted garishly for the maximum amount of visibility. What little clothing and armor isn't bright orange, is sooty black - often from real soot.
Her physique is tall, thin, and wiry, her eyes a calming green, her headfur a mop of short cowlicks with streaks of orange dye worked in for style. Her poofy tail is a bit raggedy with burnt and missing patches, being the only part of her not covered up when working. She always looks like she just woke up from a nap... because she always just did.
Inventory and Real Estate:
- Lodging in the 14th Bully Harbor Fire Brigade House, located in the Slups, near the Trenches
- An aquarium containing a small pet turtle named Commander Sandwichbask Slow
- A fire-extinguisher's outfit, consisting of semi-fireproof clothes and heat-resistant goggles
- A plate helm, painted orange
- A plate cuirass, painted orange
- A pair of plate gauntlets, painted orange
- A pair of soot-stained plate boots, no longer orange
- A large shield, painted orange, but smeared with soot
- A long, sturdy halberd... painted orange
- About 25 different emotional support knives
Personality:
Eskila seems like a very depressed beastie on the surface, because... deep down inside... she is. Too much injustice in the world, not enough kindness, and a host of other issues keep her from finding true happiness or contentment in life. Combined with chronic sleep deprivation, her general outlook is simply: "weary".
Despite this, she can oftentimes be somewhat energetic, and delights in being as silly as she can get away with. She has no qualms with telling someone in higher power they're being stupid. In fact, she is completely lacking any sort of proper fear response to most things. She can still worry, and understands the concept of danger, and feels pain, but when faced with a blazing inferno, a ravenous blood-raged badger, or the Empress herself, her reaction would be the same: stifling a yawn and trying to protect as many beasts as she can.
She tries to avoid getting too excited or laughing, as that can trigger sudden nap attacks. Calm and steady is the way to stay awake.
She has an intense dislike for tea equal to her lust for carbonation and enjoyment of extremely loud and bright fireworks, a peculiar soft spot for rats, and believes that even the worst cannibalistic serial arsonist has it within them to change and become good, although is wildly aware that it is not her job to change them.
She is the kind of girl who would listen to "Total Eclipse of the Heart" unironically and will sing along very loudly.
Strengths:
Loyalty to her peers and those who rely on her service
Creative problem solving and general outside-the-box thinking - sometimes outside the whole warehouse
A somewhat affable nature when all's said and done
A strong urge to self-sacrifice for the li'l folk, the poor, the dispossessed, and the lame - not simply from having been one herself
Really quite stronger than she looks
Weakness:
Suffers from severe narcolepsy
Has issues with authority not using their power to help those in need enough, which means authority ends up having issues with her
Probably needs glasses
A low sense of self-preservation
An overbearing sense of survivor's guilt
Difficulty with reading and writing
Gets panicky without having at least 5-10 emotional support knives strapped on her body at all times, even though she never uses them
History:
Eskila, along with her twin sister, Skylea, was born to a farmer in a rural backwater somewhere in the Westisles. The family were targeted by a grifting herbalist who successfully poisoned Eskila in numerous ways since she was five, keeping them nearly in debt as they struggled to find the things that would cure her illness. As a result, she grew up mostly bedridden and impoverished, until her father sold the farm entirely and brought them to the big city, where a proper healer--and lack of being poisoned--was able to work its magic.
Barely a season after returning to work on the farm they now no longer owned, their home was struck by bandits who murdered their parents, stole the rest of their money, and set the house on fire. Eskila tried to fight them with her father's knife, but was disarmed and beaten. Despite her wounds, Eskila dragged her sister to safety from the burning house. A passing mercenary meanwhile hunted down the bandits, killed them for a previous bounty, and followed the smoke to find the two young girls laying in the snow unconscious. Finding Skylea not breathing and nothing left of the farm, he brought Eskila with him. (Spoiler: He was not very good at checking for breathing, and unbeknownst to Eskila, Skylea is still alive out there and considers her sister dead as well.)
After a season and some having Eskila work for him as he trained her, the mercenary took a job and never returned, presumed killed on the job by the townspeople. Eskila took the little he had left her and travelled somewhere - anywhere - else.
Else happened to be Bully Harbor, the heart of the Imperium. As the years grew on, she tried several times to join the Unsmudgables, but was never found to be a good enough fighter, nor loyal enough to the Ministry of Niceties - not to mention always falling asleep during her assessments. Or maybe it was that they don't allow thirteen-year-olds. She ended up volunteering for the fire brigade, the "Unsootables", rising through the ranks simply by not dying, being too grievously injured, or resigning. The scant moments of leadership she found herself in tested her mettle, and she proved to be mostly competent at commanding the younger volunteers well enough, or at least keeping the House organized and clean, and never missing a Waffle Wednesday.
It's not a glamorous life, but it is rewarding. Sometimes, there are waffles.
Skills:
Total Points Available to Spend: 12
Physical
- Climbing (Trained) [2]
Ropes, ladders, claws'n'paws, all the ways to scale a building and get in a window. Or the other way around. Sometimes even trees to help tiny blind leopard cats get back down.
- Fire Rescue (Proficient) [3]
Lifting, carrying, dragging, breaking walls and doors, temporary propping up of collapsing structures; all the things that one must do to get somebeast out of a burning building safely. She's been doing it since she was thirteen-and-some.
- Halberd (Untrained) [0]
A versatile stick, used more to prop herself up or smash open doors and windows than as a weapon raised against others. At some point she knew how to use it as more than a wood chopper. The information was discarded for facts about the color orange.
- Large Shield (Trained) [2]
It can bonk. It can protect from bonk. Sled, umbrella. Shield good. Surprisingly agile when it comes to dashing towards someone to get between them and whatever's about to hit them.
Total Points in Category: 7
Mental
- Knowledge: Wellsprings of Hope (Trained) [2]
A mental map of
- Knowledge: First Aid (Novice) [1]
General patching up of minor to medium wounds and burns; mostly just to keep someone alive to get them to a surgeon.
Total Points in Category: 3
Social
- Calming Presence (Trained) [2]
Even in the most panicked of packed theaters, her soporific spirit can be felt easing the tension.
Total Points in Category: 2
General Information:
Age: 23
Species: Sable
Biological Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Size: Medium
Physical Description:
While mostly dark-furred (nearly black) with a lighter brown face, her upper chest to the base of her chin is a bright orange, and a point of pride, to the point where the majority of her clothing is a matching bright orange, and even her armor is painted garishly for the maximum amount of visibility. What little clothing and armor isn't bright orange, is sooty black - often from real soot.
Her physique is tall, thin, and wiry, her eyes a calming green, her headfur a mop of short cowlicks with streaks of orange dye worked in for style. Her poofy tail is a bit raggedy with burnt and missing patches, being the only part of her not covered up when working. She always looks like she just woke up from a nap... because she always just did.
Inventory and Real Estate:
- Lodging in the 14th Bully Harbor Fire Brigade House, located in the Slups, near the Trenches
- An aquarium containing a small pet turtle named Commander Sandwichbask Slow
- A fire-extinguisher's outfit, consisting of semi-fireproof clothes and heat-resistant goggles
- A plate helm, painted orange
- A plate cuirass, painted orange
- A pair of plate gauntlets, painted orange
- A pair of soot-stained plate boots, no longer orange
- A large shield, painted orange, but smeared with soot
- A long, sturdy halberd... painted orange
- About 25 different emotional support knives
Personality:
Eskila seems like a very depressed beastie on the surface, because... deep down inside... she is. Too much injustice in the world, not enough kindness, and a host of other issues keep her from finding true happiness or contentment in life. Combined with chronic sleep deprivation, her general outlook is simply: "weary".
Despite this, she can oftentimes be somewhat energetic, and delights in being as silly as she can get away with. She has no qualms with telling someone in higher power they're being stupid. In fact, she is completely lacking any sort of proper fear response to most things. She can still worry, and understands the concept of danger, and feels pain, but when faced with a blazing inferno, a ravenous blood-raged badger, or the Empress herself, her reaction would be the same: stifling a yawn and trying to protect as many beasts as she can.
She tries to avoid getting too excited or laughing, as that can trigger sudden nap attacks. Calm and steady is the way to stay awake.
She has an intense dislike for tea equal to her lust for carbonation and enjoyment of extremely loud and bright fireworks, a peculiar soft spot for rats, and believes that even the worst cannibalistic serial arsonist has it within them to change and become good, although is wildly aware that it is not her job to change them.
She is the kind of girl who would listen to "Total Eclipse of the Heart" unironically and will sing along very loudly.
Strengths:
Loyalty to her peers and those who rely on her service
Creative problem solving and general outside-the-box thinking - sometimes outside the whole warehouse
A somewhat affable nature when all's said and done
A strong urge to self-sacrifice for the li'l folk, the poor, the dispossessed, and the lame - not simply from having been one herself
Really quite stronger than she looks
Weakness:
Suffers from severe narcolepsy
Has issues with authority not using their power to help those in need enough, which means authority ends up having issues with her
Probably needs glasses
A low sense of self-preservation
An overbearing sense of survivor's guilt
Difficulty with reading and writing
Gets panicky without having at least 5-10 emotional support knives strapped on her body at all times, even though she never uses them
History:
Eskila, along with her twin sister, Skylea, was born to a farmer in a rural backwater somewhere in the Westisles. The family were targeted by a grifting herbalist who successfully poisoned Eskila in numerous ways since she was five, keeping them nearly in debt as they struggled to find the things that would cure her illness. As a result, she grew up mostly bedridden and impoverished, until her father sold the farm entirely and brought them to the big city, where a proper healer--and lack of being poisoned--was able to work its magic.
Barely a season after returning to work on the farm they now no longer owned, their home was struck by bandits who murdered their parents, stole the rest of their money, and set the house on fire. Eskila tried to fight them with her father's knife, but was disarmed and beaten. Despite her wounds, Eskila dragged her sister to safety from the burning house. A passing mercenary meanwhile hunted down the bandits, killed them for a previous bounty, and followed the smoke to find the two young girls laying in the snow unconscious. Finding Skylea not breathing and nothing left of the farm, he brought Eskila with him. (Spoiler: He was not very good at checking for breathing, and unbeknownst to Eskila, Skylea is still alive out there and considers her sister dead as well.)
After a season and some having Eskila work for him as he trained her, the mercenary took a job and never returned, presumed killed on the job by the townspeople. Eskila took the little he had left her and travelled somewhere - anywhere - else.
Else happened to be Bully Harbor, the heart of the Imperium. As the years grew on, she tried several times to join the Unsmudgables, but was never found to be a good enough fighter, nor loyal enough to the Ministry of Niceties - not to mention always falling asleep during her assessments. Or maybe it was that they don't allow thirteen-year-olds. She ended up volunteering for the fire brigade, the "Unsootables", rising through the ranks simply by not dying, being too grievously injured, or resigning. The scant moments of leadership she found herself in tested her mettle, and she proved to be mostly competent at commanding the younger volunteers well enough, or at least keeping the House organized and clean, and never missing a Waffle Wednesday.
It's not a glamorous life, but it is rewarding. Sometimes, there are waffles.
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