Kethry Tamal

[Kethry]

Full Name: Kethry Tamal

Nicknames/Aliases: Keth

Species: Centaur

Allegiance: Council

Job: Centaur representative on the Council.

Family: Solen Tamal (Father, former representative), Alnia Tamal (Mother)

Age: 150

Appearance:
Height: 8' (5'4 human form)
Weight: 400 lbs (120 Human form)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red
Hair Style: She usually lets her hair fall where it may when she brushes it out.
Any distinguishing features: None other than her equine half.
Usual Clothing: Usually leather armor that covers her body well, but in council, she wears tops that are considered formal and of several colors.

Preferred Weapon: Kethry is skilled with both the bow and longsword, though she prefers the bow since it can be used across a room.

Powers/Abilities: Kethry has honed her enhanced senses to make herself a fantastic tracker. She can follow a scent that has been cold for days and see tracks that even the most skilled foresters have tried to cover.

Weaknesses Because of her honed abilities, her hearing is incredibly sensitive and people have to be careful about what kind of sounds they make around her. If she is bombarded with sounds that harm her hearing, she can be overwhelmed.

Her size is a big weakness, especially when she can't shift to human. Though her kind has survived outside for many generations, they did it by fighting simply because it is so difficult for them to hide.

Other skills and talents: Through years of practice, Kethry has near perfect aim with her bow. It's so perfect that she can fire a bow into someone and miss vital organs, but the blow will still look fatal to others.

Personality: Kethry is a calm, gentle female who does her best not to harm others. She seems to always have a small smile on her face, like she's sharing a private joke with herself. She can be fierce in less than a heartbeat and be threatening someone with her weapon in a flash, completely serious. Her smile only disappears then, when she's serious about battle. In the midst of a fight, she's a calm, calculating presence and is always looking for a weakness in the enemy.

Background/History:

[/u] Kethry was born the child of the representative. From before birth there was much expected of her when she grew up. Without even trying to, she met those expectations when she started training at a young age to use her bow. At the time it was mainly just a toy, but she was soon as accurate with it as any of the hunters. After that, she started training with her wooden toy sword. By the time she was 30, she could match any warrior twice her age. There were whisperings of the word prodigy as she grew and started honing her senses. She did all of this for the family. She did this so she could be useful to them. So she could protect them when she took over for her father. She was the best at nearly everything in the warrior's circle, though she still preferred the longsword and her bow. Her clan constantly urged her to train with other weapons, but she refused, arguing she was proficient enough with the ones she had to counter any other weapon. The only training she did was against those weapons, giving pointers as she did. Because of this, her clan grew stronger and stronger until they were without a doubt the strongest Centaur clan there was. As she grew, she was named leader of the warriors, taking the position with pride and humility as she led their people into battles against vile creatures that tried to encroach on their territory, most of them other clans that wished to prove they were also strong. Many failed, only one came to a stalemate. Because of this, the two clans joined in an alliance, the negotiations overseen by Kethry herself. Soon, her mother died and Kethry left the clan for a short time to explore the deeper meanings of the world. She traveled for a decade before returning at 80 years old. It wasn't long after her 90th birthday that her father died, passing the leadership to her as she also took the council seat. She has been a calm and peaceful voice for the Centaurs ever since.

Sample RP: Kethry walked silently around the Centaur's field, looking around at those few warriors who felt that no matter what, she would need a guard or four wherever she went. Even though she hated that, she still liked the company from her own kind. She smiled a little and nodded at some of them as she walked, running her hand through her hair. She paused a moment, then kicked into a trot, speeding up to a gallop as she started to run through the field, jumping small obstacles and dodging what few trees there were. Kethry loved running, loved the wind through her hair. That's why she loved being what she was. She knew she would be unhappy as anything else. She noticed someone over by the entrance to the field and turned, running over and slowing nearby to see who it was.
"Greetings. How may we be of service?"

Face Claim: Amy Adams[/center]

[King Xander DeCantoni]

For someone 150 years old that's a pretty short history

[Kethry]

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[King Xander DeCantoni]

Approved. Just get a sig and/or avatar before posting