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-Physical: Knife Throwing [Seasoned] (4)
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- Physical Rapier [Seasoned] (4)
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-Mental: Lock picking [Seasoned] (4)
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-streetwise[Seasoned] (4)
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General Information
Age: 53
Species: Pine Marten
Biological Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Hers
Size: Medium
Physical Description
Zigatha is a medium sized brown and grey highlighted Pinemarten with mismatched eyes (One cold grey, one blue as the depths of the ocean) and one snaggle tooth that makes it l look like she is always smirking. Clothing wise she still wears the tattered remains of their Stoatorian guard uniform hidden by the overcoat given to her by the former first mate of the Markan's Glory Pike.
Inventory and Real Estate
The last set of throwing knives presented to her by the former Emperor for services rendered....before the coup.
Her former father figure's rapier. A typical rapier blade with a basket made from silver wire depicting two pine martens about to dual with semi precious stones used for details.
enough money to keep her in a bottle for the last 35 years.
Personality
Strengths
Knife throwing, rapier fencing, cooking, and carpentry.
Weaknesses[/U][/B]
Zigatha is haunted by the memories of failing to save the emperor, being cast from the Stoatorian Guard, her ship, and relegated to a booth in the darkest dirtiest corner of the Bilge. This is where she has been drowning her sorrows for 35 years in grog, and it shows. Zigatha is also extremely allergic to mint and will swell up and have difficulty breathing if exposed to the herb.
History
Zigatha will be the first to tell you all of her past failures, failing to protect the Emperor from a coup, being removed from her ship, and losing the respect of everyone she knew. It especially hurt when her best friend Drigg Hoverman disappeared into the night. Tired of seeing their friend crawl deeper and deeper into a bottle. Its been what 35 years? Most everyone she knew are dead, gone, or dead and gone. Maybe one last drink will bring her the courage to finally get up and walk out the Bilge's door and into the light.....or maybe its better to stay here, in her booth where the voices of her past are drowned out by the Bilge's usual noise.
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