Name: Yara
Mug:
http://i.imgur.com/eXKQM6f.pngSprite: N/A
Class: Rider Trainee -> Wyvern Rider -> Wyvern Hunter
Character Skill: Wrath
Affinity:
Personal Fault: High Alert - when within 3 tiles of 3 enemies, -10 Dodge
Personal Skill: Lunging Strike - when above 50% HP, +10 Critical
//Personal Skill: Moving Fortress - when all MOV used in a round, +2 DEF
////Personal Skill: Cavitating Blows - when within 3 tiles of 3 enemies, +2 Base Damage
Preferred Stats: SKL, SPD
Weapon Profs: Lance (E)
Total Level: 1
Level/Tier: 1
HP: 18 (+0) (70%)
STR: 4 (+2) (60%)
MAG: 1 (+0) (0%)
SKL: 4 (+0) (50%)
LCK: 2 (+2) (40%)
DEF: 3 (+0) (60%)
RES: 1 (+0) (10%)
SPD: 3 (+0) (40%)
CON: 4 (+0)
AID: CON-1
MOV: 4
Bio: Yara was born in Palagonia. She was relatively old, around ten years of age, when both of her parents died defending against a coastal attack by pirates. She hadn't been close with them, due to their duties in the army, but they'd always spoiled her when they'd been home.
They had neglected to leave any plans for her in case of their demise, always believing that if one of them did die, the other would have survived to take up civilian work and to take care of their daughter. As they lacked any family friends to speak of, Yara slipped between the cracks and into the street.
She was never a good thief. Not quick enough to work alone, not enough of a team player to work in a group - and Palagonia was full of soldiers, though she at least did not reside in the capital. She would have probably died in the streets eventually if not for one moment of dumb luck.
At eleven and a half years old, Yara tailed a drunken Migarrian mercenary until he passed out in the side alley of a tavern. As she began rifling through his things, she began to get ideas that were entirely too ambitious. A few hours earlier, right before she had followed him to the tavern, she had seen him tie up a young wyvern, one that he was training for future use.
She stole his supplies and his money. Then she stole the wyvern, and fled into the countryside. If it had been any more bonded to its former master, it might have nipped her hand off right there.
She almost died out there, too, as she knew nothing of the wild. The wyvern saved her once again, not only managing to survive by itself even given her poor attempts at helping, but also hunting game (and farmers' livestock) to sustain her. In time, she learned to hunt together with it, and they grew together.
Five years passed. Unfortunately, she missed people. When the armies of Abih the Cruel devastated the areas of Palagonia in their warpath, she returned to what was left of society and fell in with a group of protection racketeers who were extorting money from nearby villages in the vacuum of most law and order. With her wyvern backing her up, she was an excellent intimidator despite her age.
She did well for herself, for a few months, almost a year. But it wasn't to last forever.