Character Number: 1st
Children: Khifel, 4, Male
Rank: Guard Colonist (Unofficial Candidate)Personality:
Kerasza is one of those silent yet dangerous types. Her cunning is only rivalled by her intelligence and analytic mind. She is very blunt and to the point, and often rubs people the wrong way with her choice of words. Kerasza is also a thrill seeker, explaining the reason she belongs to the Hold Gaurds. Her mind has also gone a bit crazy, and she refers to herself as a scary bitch. Kerasza has a morbid sense of humor, and seems to get a thrill from close encounters with death.
She knows the darker side of human nature quite well, and partly because of that, she doesn`t trust people. When she is driven to do something drastic, Kerasza is very intense and eager to fulfill her mission and prove that she`s no weaker than any man. Kerasza, on bad days, is quite mournful and gloomy. On those days, she`ll sit around, do nothing, and drown her sorrows with alcohol. Her tongue is sharp, and it`s pair is sarcasm. She likes nothing better than to insult people and watch them squirm but not be able to do anything. Her tone when addressing others, save for Khifel, is imperious and annoying godlike.
Most of the time, Kerasza is only willing to associate with others when she wants something. Other than that, forget it. She doesn`t have time to waste on useless people who are of no interest to her, not with a son and a job around. Kerasza is bitter to those who are weak and stupid. She has no pity for either category; since she knows how hard life is to those with an iron heart. The events of her past have made her disillusioned with humanity and pretty much everything else. Except for Khifel, the only remaining fragment of her previous life. Appearance:
Kerasza dresses darkly, causing others to speculate that either a) she hasn`t been able to stop mourning yet, or b) she wants to dress according to the eye shade she has. Her black jacket is fitted to her conformation nicely, and covers a black shirt lined with silver underneath. Kerasza rarely takes her jacket off, and even in heated temperatures only leaves it open. The black pants she acquired are bent inwards at the knee and subtly flare out at the bottom. Kerasza’s knee high boots are also black, loose enough to be comfortable with socks or without, and she usually wears them below her pants.
As for her facial features, she has a strong and sharply defined jaw line, shedding all evidence of leftover baby fat from her infancy. Her nose is a little crooked, but it’s hardly noticeable except to the sharpest pair of eyes. As for her eyes, they are little slanted, with the iris shaded a vibrantly dull color. Her eyebrows are thin and shaped to Kerasza’s personal preference, also a dark color. Finally, Kerasza’s hair is a dark black color, almost attaining the perfection of a midnight sky. She brushes it away to the side, knowing its better not to have such a distraction in one’s eyes while being occupied with her line of work. Her dark hair also is longer than most women wear theirs...Kerasza let it grow down to her waist. When she’s on duty, she ties it back with, what do you know, a black band.
Kerasza, even though she’s of a mild oriental descent and looks somewhat Asian, is a tall woman. After her growth spurt, she topped off at five foot nine inches. Perhaps disagreeing with her height, her weight stopped at an unproportionate one hundred and thirty five pounds. Although Kerasza doesn’t mind, since it convinces people to believe that she is weak and slight. Even though she’s lithe, and can creep around undetected when she wishes to, she doesn’t lack in the muscles department. Unlike most of the male guards, she doesn’t have huge ripped arms. Instead, Kerasza only looks lightly toned. Even though she doesn’t look like it, she can match men who are 50 or more pounds lighter than she herself is. Her arms, even though not many know of this fact, are scarred from her childhood-when she went exploring her home, and the caverns beneath it.History:
Kerasza had a normal childhood. She had friends and parents who cared about her. When she was between the ages of five years and ten years, she did a lot of exploring even though her parent’s technically did not allow it. When she was nine, she took up learning the sword and dagger, even though her parents only reluctantly agreed. They could see that she would never be a tame, biddable, and quiet child who would happily marry when she was the right age. As she developed her skill with the blades, she got quite a few scars on her arms from the harsh training. This didn’t bother Kerasza, although some of the wounds really tested her self-discipline and pain tolerance.
When she was twelve turns, her father lost his life to the tide. This upset her considerably, and the grief took a toll on her sanity. Simply put, Kerasza lost a fair bit of it. As well, at that point, she became alot more wild and wilful. Whereas before she would respect her parent’s wishes, usually, now she didn’t. She was out alot, didn’t say where she was going, and usually didn’t come back until midnight at the earliest. Her mother, who failed to keep her in line, eventually gave up and kicked her daughter out of the house on her fourteenth birthday.
Before she got kicked out however, she had started going out with a childhood friend. Since she didn’t have anywhere else to go, she went to stay at his house. However, even though his parents had rules for their son, Kerasza led him astray. Eventually, their wildness led to his slow death. She, now regretting her actions, realized that he didn’t have long to live and so slept with him, hoping to conceive his child. When she did, Kerasza resolved to change her ways and became a mother. She was renouncing her old life as a rogue. A few days later, he died suddenly, and Kerasza also did something she wouldn’t have done before. She, even before grieving, went to her boyfriend’s parents and begged for their forgiveness in her role in their son’s death.
They did forgive her, but she never forgave herself, even though that was her boyfriend’s last request of her. She did move on somewhat, however. Kerasza has stopped grieving, but she refuses to let herself find another man, since she believes that he will end up dying as well. The only person she really cares about now is her son Khifel, the last remaining fragment of an idyllic past. Even though Kerasza has atoned for her sins, her mother refuses to see her because she disagreed with Kerasza’s choice of entering motherhood at such a young age.