Hell yes, I'm in, and someone who's been on the sidelines for a while is in.
Name: Kellensea Harthdareiter
Age: 39
Gender: Female, She/Her.
Skills: The Ultimate Adventurer, capable of slaughtering entire villages without a second thought, wearing several layers of armor without questioning it, carrying around several hundred pounds of goods, and somehow being completely unimpeded by the multiple layers of armor, the probable war crimes, and the hundreds of pounds of "vendor trash" previously mentioned. Her deep-rooted instabilities are unmatched, and her ability to come up with utterly stupid plans that actually work despite how dumb they are has no equal.
Backstory: Kellensea always wanted to become an adventurer, with all that entailed in her world. When she saw the chance to get picked up by a group, at the age of 18, she immediately went along with it. She took up physical combat, mostly out of necessity, and became a terror. She really began to shine and haunt people's nightmares a few years later though, when she joined a government agency, rather uncreatively called "The Agents" along with the rest of her party. Over the course of four years, she participated in numerous adventures, ranging from simply killing things, to infiltration, to bodyguard work. After collecting several different bits of equipment from her various enemies, she fully covered herself in armor. No one except those she trusts have seen what she looks like underneath the armor since. After her career in The Agents ended, however, she found herself with a series of allegiances that simply didn't fit in with the new world she had forged with her friends through violence. She's been in a psychological death-spiral ever since, occasionally running off on some wild adventure, or overthrowing a tiny country's government out of a misguided sense of justice, as she never came to grips with the fact that her glory days are behind her, and that overthrowing governments doesn't help anyone in the new geopolitical system which she helped bring about. With her old adventuring injuries beginning to catch up with her, and her recklessness and obsessions only getting worse, her surviving two party members are becoming more and more worried that she'll be next funeral they'll have to attend. One of these governments will stop her, her luck has to run out eventually, right?
She speaks in Bold Cinnamon Smallcaps.
Name: Kellensea Harthdareiter
Age: 39
Gender: Female, She/Her.
Skills: The Ultimate Adventurer, capable of slaughtering entire villages without a second thought, wearing several layers of armor without questioning it, carrying around several hundred pounds of goods, and somehow being completely unimpeded by the multiple layers of armor, the probable war crimes, and the hundreds of pounds of "vendor trash" previously mentioned. Her deep-rooted instabilities are unmatched, and her ability to come up with utterly stupid plans that actually work despite how dumb they are has no equal.
Backstory: Kellensea always wanted to become an adventurer, with all that entailed in her world. When she saw the chance to get picked up by a group, at the age of 18, she immediately went along with it. She took up physical combat, mostly out of necessity, and became a terror. She really began to shine and haunt people's nightmares a few years later though, when she joined a government agency, rather uncreatively called "The Agents" along with the rest of her party. Over the course of four years, she participated in numerous adventures, ranging from simply killing things, to infiltration, to bodyguard work. After collecting several different bits of equipment from her various enemies, she fully covered herself in armor. No one except those she trusts have seen what she looks like underneath the armor since. After her career in The Agents ended, however, she found herself with a series of allegiances that simply didn't fit in with the new world she had forged with her friends through violence. She's been in a psychological death-spiral ever since, occasionally running off on some wild adventure, or overthrowing a tiny country's government out of a misguided sense of justice, as she never came to grips with the fact that her glory days are behind her, and that overthrowing governments doesn't help anyone in the new geopolitical system which she helped bring about. With her old adventuring injuries beginning to catch up with her, and her recklessness and obsessions only getting worse, her surviving two party members are becoming more and more worried that she'll be next funeral they'll have to attend. One of these governments will stop her, her luck has to run out eventually, right?
She speaks in Bold Cinnamon Smallcaps.
I am the They who says it!