BOUNTY HUNTER, KARA Q

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KARA Q                 

[attr="class","about_1"]PERSONALITY

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Not the easiest person to get along with, Kara's most often uncareful approach to new encounters elicits varied responses. She picks at her company as one would sample a fine wine, presenting challenges and rewards at every bend. Hard to entice or offend, she's an amiable presence under normal circumstances. Once ignited, however, she can be a thorough play or a bitter enemy. As someone who doesn't shy away from any emotion, good or bad, she tends to be lured to extravagance and risk. [break][break]

A snake in the grass to those who provoke her or fit her targeted profile, she rarely attacks sword bared, preferring to go over all of her options to pick the best when intending to take someone down. Her moral compass tugs firmly on the reins when faced with the potential of collateral damage, as Kara cannot abide the idea of punishing someone innocent for another's transgressions. The virtuous can get away with any range of insults or injurious behaviors, typically the best suited to cool her down. [break][break]
As someone absolutely moved by a sense of justice, she actively seeks out sources of perpetrated unfairness, coming to strike from nowhere against people or organizations that have nothing to do with her. In reverse, she can be a source of comfort to the slighted or an ally to those intent on getting their due. What's more, her intentions are not absolute and impervious to all challenge, instead staying open to new information and attempts at reasoning. [break][break]
A true friend to few, an ally or foe to many, and attentive company to most, she's easy to pick up new connections (for good or ill). Being removed from black and white thinking to her does not change the facts, the woman paying absolute mind to her company's present choices and not their past circumstances. Very few souls who cross her path leave it feeling misunderstood. If something can be excused, it will be excused, not all with a bounty on their heads someone she would harm. [break][break]
Far from being all business and no pleasure, Kara spends roughly half of what she earns for the purpose of personal enjoyment. [break]

[attr="class","about_1"]HISTORY / FREE FORM

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"Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die."[break][break]

Born in South Blue to a bountiful life and interesting early companions, Kara for a time lacked for nothing. An observant soul from the start, she behaved oddly as a small child. Tapestries, paintings, and nature were her first objects of study, a visual inspection of singular pieces leading into hours and sometimes sundown. Castle servants would find her huddled in a secluded corner with a painting from the wall, tracing the shapes and colors with her eyes. It wasn't long before she picked up the pen, trying to recreate what she saw at first and later giving way to imagination. She lacked the desire to showcase her work, ultimately every stroke a means to an end - understanding what things are and how they work. She developed a fascination for anatomy.[break][break]
Life got complicated when she started to try to interact with the world. Her behavior throughout her early teens could only be called an ongoing experiment, with none but the closest to her capable of seeing behind the bait. She picked up a sword from the wall out of envy and learned that fighting was just another art form, a canvas in motion. Holding a weapon that fit so easily into her world gave Kara confidence. The presence of a permanent better in her life served to temper her growing arrogance at being witness to her own skill, modulating her towards having a mind for strategy and calculation that rarely warns and never boasts. [break][break]
At sixteen, she met the man that would lure her individualistic soul to the marines and introduce her to duty. Initially, the plan had been for David to become her personal guard. Hand-picked on a whim from martial training grounds, he resisted her youthful wiles and became her friend. With a strong sense of duty that just wouldn't relent, Kara ended up being the one to bend and step into his shadow, ready to follow to whatever end. [break][break]
In the marines at nineteen, she worked hard and broke through the ranks of trainees to join David as his first mate. To their unspoken agreement, he met her half-way, giving in to her whims and love. And for a time they sailed the currents together, answering what calls to action they were faced with. All the world was a blur of motion with her paints in a box forgotten and treating the crew's wounded commonplace activity, every adventure more trying than the one before. Until one day when all the world ended.[break][break]
Kara woke up on a makeshift stretcher inside an old hut, a pounding headache splitting her memories of the events of that day in half without being able to keep at bay the buildup of crushing emotion. She relived the death of the crew, David's, and her own over and over, analyzing every painful detail until she wished she had not been revived. Her spirit became covered in soot and her motion rusted. The ring David gave her was at the bottom of the ocean, along with her heart and future.[break][break]
It took months to fully recover from her wounds. Summoned back to the marines to be assigned a new post, she proved as sluggish as a regular fifteen-year-old with a wooden sword. In no time, it was clear that she was unfit for duty under the layers of her current distress and was discharged to deal with the trauma. True darkness overcame her. She sat out in the fields and watched the cycling of life.[break][break]
          She entered a deep sleep.[break][break]
The day she woke up was at the sound of one word. Pirates. Her fingers found the sword as sure as they'd left it, and her soul cracked into violence. Her hunts became rogue and poisonous. She killed with sword and flame and bitter vengeance, a haunt of an ice-eyed woman rising from the woodwork. She laid waste and nearly died until her grief was spent. A ray of sunlight slipped in through the barricades and she began to travel.[break][break]
Kara is still journeying today. Unable to return to the constraints of her former life, she hunts alone or in the company of people who share her road or vision. 

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LIKES: Hunting, Challenges, Watermelons, Fighting, Raw emotion, Uncharted territory, Games, Partnerships, Deep water, Pushing limits, Storms, Spicy treats.

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DISLIKES: Constraints, Rules, Avoidant behavior, Unfairness, Most sweets, Disloyalty, Hot weather, Utter predictability, Simplicity, Sushi.

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OCCUPATION: Doctor

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PRIMARY ATTRIBUTE: Perception
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HEIGHT: 5'8"