Height: 5'6
Weight: 130ish
Body Type: Lithe and petite. Olive/Tan skin tone from life in the irradiated wastes, slightly Asiatic facial features.
Apparent Age: Late teens to early 20s.
Actual Age: She doesn't know, but closer to 100 than 50.
Eyes: Dark violet
Hair: Straight and black, with dark purple at the tips. Cut just past the jawline. The highlights shift from dark purple to red when she gets angry, which happens a lot.
Clothing: Since becoming the shift liaison, she has taken to wearing a form fitting silk and hovecloth outfit in dark tones of black and purple during the Daymaster's shift. At night, she dons the cloak the Nightmaster gifted her and beneath it, form fitting black clothes that do not hinder her in her duties as a Blackcloak.
Weaponry: She carries two curving kukri long knives on her hips, along with an assortment of throwing knives and spikes concealed about her person. In the hidden pockets of her clothes and cloak, there are a number of useful and deadly minethecarial potions, poisons, and solutions.
Skillsets:
Powerful Empathic Regenerator
High-Talent Novice Caster
Blackcloak Training
Taken from the ashes of her home by slavers after an attack by a rival tribe annihilated her people, Keer spent her formative adolescence enduring the horrors of slavery in the lawless red wastes. At times overwhelmed and nearly broken, she nonetheless endured the slow march of years that gradually became decades, as she watched her contemporaries die or descend into madness.Late one night, after a great and bloody battle between the slavers and a Nyytian caravan, her most recent owners dragged her from her cage to serve in an act of ultimate depravity. But a disturbance in the camp created an opportunity she could not ignore. For the first time in her life, Keer listened to that small voice that spoke to her darkest heart:"Kill them! Make them pay!"Fully expecting to die that night, Keer instead found herself reborn, her world changing diametrically as she scrambled to adapt and find her place in it. Stubborn but uncertain, recalcitrant but longing for connection, Keer has attached herself to the "dark god" known as The Nightmaster, seeing in him many of her own contradictions as well as a strength she hopes to one day share.