- my mess of a character storage- pay no attention to this first page, early 2016 was a dark year, for my writing skills especially
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xxxxxxx Keira Abel
xxxxxxxxx female
xxxxxxxxxxx 21
xx.xxxxx Northerner
xx.xxx German / Irish
xxxxxxxxx 5'3", slim
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xxxxxxx Keira Abel
xxxxxxxxx female
xxxxxxxxxxx 21
xx.xxxxx Northerner
xx.xxx German / Irish
xxxxxxxxx 5'3", slim
╘══════════════╛
Keira is not quite the extroverted one. She prefers to observe and listen rather than be the center of attention. But that is not to be mistaken for shyness; she is not afraid to speak out when need be. She's known to adapt to any situation; she's sly and manipulative, sharp and perceptive, and alert and agile. All this is repressed, though, by her carelessness. She tends to brush matters off, even the most important ones. The young woman takes nothing seriously, some might say she even has the playfulness of a child which can get her in trouble at times.
She was born on the Island of Solline, and knows every inch of it from what tree's where and what cave's here. Keira spends most of her days exploring in the comfort of her solitude. She's grown especially fond of animals and plants, nature in general. She's obsessed with the sea as well, always wondering what's lurking in and beyond it. Keira's a thinker, no doubt about that. Though, she can let hey curiosity get the best of her: she may or may not have been caught observing the Southerners once or twice.
Keira has long, brown hair (which is usually unkempt) and deep, lively blue eyes. Some freckles subtly graze her nose and cheeks. Though, her body is also covered in scars from animals, thorns, and rocks. Most prominently, the one that runs from her calf to her mid-thigh and another that cuts down her shoulder blades to her lower-spine. She's especially proud of those two.
