Bejira

• a.k.a. Bea
• Age: 17
• Marital Status: Single
• Occupation: Survival...hunter, gatherer, trader, sometime farmer.
• Former Occupations: Herding for her erstwhile "family" on the edge of the Drytowns, in the Hellers.
• Residence: Small abandoned ice house in deep Hellers...currently traveling southerly.
• Laran gift and laran training: None of either.
• Politics: Her superstitious Hellers/Drytown "family" ingrained in her a deep distrust of anything Laran.
• Personality: Elusive, very wary of people, highly sensitive, quick to run, but when cornered, will fight to the end
• Strengths: Highly independent and willing to share everything she has to her name with anyone proving to be no threat. She is hard-working and devoted to keeping busy.
• Weaknesses: Highly independent and often socially unacceptable, she bites her nails and can't ever seem to sit still for long doing nothing. Pragmatic to a fault.
• Combat training: Self-taught.
  Unarmed: good, but rarely tested.
  Armed: excellent with a knife and courvee, passable with whip, very good with poison-tipped spikes of hardwood (used mostly on animals for hunting, but more than once on attackers in defense).
• Horseback riding: Only seen a horse once, but believes that her own feet work just fine.
• Appearance: She is five terran feet high plus 9 inches, with a thin build, heavy peasant bones, dirty blonde hair and sharp blue eyes.
• Romantic relationships: None.
• Friends: A few Forge-Folk contacts for trading and Al.
• Pets: She rescued a marl, "bug", from a ruined caravan headed for Caer Donn who later died of old age...she wears his pelt as a hood liner and made intricate leather wristbands from his hide. She recently attracted a chervine that follows her around, she calls him "Twig" for his spindly appearance and twisted antlers.
• Hobbies: Carving, weaving, hiking, admiring the beauty of Darkover night skies.
• Other Information: This girl is a seventeen year old orphaned nedestro of mixed breeding. Taken in by an abusive "uncle" and his odious herding family after her parents death by bandits, she ran away at 12 after her uncle came back from Market with wedding plans. Since then, she's managed to eke out a living, skirting the edges of towns and villages, gathering survival skills from observing the unassuming Forge-Folk but avoiding any human contact out of paralyzing fear. Quiet, watchful and quick to run, she nevertheless rescued a dying man from a ravaged caravan, who told her a little of the southern world before he caught a fever and passed. Months later, she finally scrapes up the courage to leave her hovel in the frigid Hellers to journey south, in search of a better, easier life and a new purpose for living it. On the way, she met a man named Al and guided him to the edge of Caer Donn, where she parted company with him amiably and headed south again, with a new appreciation for the male gender. They later met again coincidentally when Al's boat trip to Carthon ended in disaster.
• Family Tree: Unknown.
• E-mail: Bejira@hotmail.com
• ICQ #
• AOL IM: BejiraofDarkOver
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