Full Name: Katherine Meliora
Aliases: None, though she sometimes answers to “That Crazy Redhead” and “Oh gods, not her.”
Race: Human (Achaean)
Birthplace: Appledale (The White Lands)
Faction: The Inquisition
Talents: Marksmanship, Finesse Combat, Survival, Subtlety, Education (Common Imperial)
Appearance: Kate is arrayed with rather standard archer's equipment, something to this effect with the proper Inquisition livery. With fiery red hair (to match her dangerous, tempestuous personality) tied simply beneath her sallet, she is considered pretty by some, but not enough to be pursued if said admirer knows anything about her. I've always imagined her resembling Amy Pond from Dr. Who, if you'd like a visual reference. She has also carried burn scars on her right cheek and parts of her hands and forearms since childhood.
1 full set of void iron Inquisition plate and chain armor
1 set of black clothing
1 black Inquisitor cloak
1 void iron shortsword
1 Latchet crossbow with a leather carrying sling, plus 20 iron-headed bolts, and 5 void iron-headed bolts
1 void iron buckler
1 void iron dagger, in her right boot
Water and rations
Additional Items: 3 silver-headed bolts, one clean bandage, and a small, silver locket engraved with the image of Artemis.
Animal Companion: A small pointer dog named Bullseye, after the distinct pattern he bears on both sides of his body. He is cheerfully oblivious and easily distracted, yet constantly seems drawn not only to whomever Kate has told him to track, but also delightful bouts of mischief. He is the epitome of dumb luck.
Kate first met Bullseye while on patrol near a Lowland farm. Kate, sadistic as she is, saw a poor, innocent puppy wandering the grounds, and decided to use its fuzzy bullseye for target practice. The wind sent her bolt astray, and the dog was startled from its previous musings and ran around in confusion, only to slam into the nearest human leg, clinging to it and pleading for protection. The naive youngster had no idea it had taken shelter with its would-be murderer, but luckily for him, Kate was now just bewildered as he was.
The pup kept clinging to her leg all the way back to camp, despite a great deal of threats, bribes, shaking, and kicking. Finally, Kate had to explain the whole situation to her commanding officer (a certain Marcus Capulet), who decided she must care for the poor creature as penance for her actions. She named the dog Bullseye, and still occasionally entertains the idea of shooting it. Bullseye still appears to be blissfully oblivious, and loves hanging around his grumpy owner.
Biography: Kate was born on a farm not far from Appledale, the youngest child and only daughter of a former Venator who lost his sword arm on his very first hunt, and the woman who made him feel whole and needed again. She and her brother lived a simple life, guiding the local lord’s hunting parties or swiping fruit from their neighbor’s trees when they were not working the fields. Kate never imagined doing anything else, until her parents chose to shelter a frightened orphan. The boy was twelve, as was Kate at the time, and was less than inclined to answer questions about where he came from or to play with the other children. Kate and her brother quickly grew bored, and left the boy in the care of their parents. It would be the last time she saw them alive.
As they feasted on filched plums, the two youngsters saw smoke emerging from the forest, in the direction of their house. Kate rarely speaks of what they found upon their return, though she takes great pleasure in recalling how she saw the orphan boy fleeing the scene, embers spouting in his wake, before she retrieved her father’s old crossbow and quiver from the smoldering house, to stop the magical perpetrator with a well-placed bolt. The boy’s pained cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as Kate callously watched him bleed out, her rage and grief blinding her to his suffering and the flames dancing around her. She had avenged what she saw as her parents' murder...but it did not bring them back.
Homeless and now orphaned themselves, the Melioras found what work they could, turning to poaching when times grew desperate. As they grew older, Kate’s brother grew more and more afraid of her dark, violent nature, and the two siblings drifted apart. Kate eventually found herself acting as a local guide for a roving Inquisition, and found an opportunity not only to put her skills to work, but seek vengeance against the force that had torn her family apart: magic.
While she chafed at the rigid structure and discipline of Imperial service, Kate’s skill with the crossbow and woodland navigation made her a valuable asset to the order, and her cold, pragmatic intellect made her an efficient, if somewhat problematic investigator. Despite her various character flaws, she worked her way through the ranks with wise, patient mentors and commanders, simultaneously learning to read as she studied Imperial law and the nature of The Condition. Now she is a proud agent of the Imperial Inquisition, ruthlessly pursuing enemies of the Empire wherever she can find them. The carefree girl she once was died in magefire with her parents and her innocence...flames that still burn within her eyes.
Campaign History: None, as of yet.
Relationships: Marcus Capulet - Close Friend
Personality: Sociopathic, sadistic, and generally unstable, Kate is the type of loose ballista that few Inquisitors are comfortable commanding. She is rough, direct, and thoroughly undiplomatic, with a dark gallows humor that even her fellow Ebonguards found disturbing at times. Time and discipline have tempered her rage and impulsivity somewhat, but she still warrants a great deal of watching, lest she get...bored. However, the rare few not repulsed by her brusque barbs can find an awkward, yet endearing loyalty that Kate seldom shows.
Currency: 10 gold, 20 silver, 35 copper.