Kaythenia Maverick

KAYTHENIA MAVERICK

Kaythenia stands at an average height of 5'5 with an hourglass figure, weighing in at about 120lbs. Her features are extremely typical of the Hylian race. Almond shaped, deep blue eyes. Classical face with high sculpted cheekbones and porcelain fair skin. Her hair is fiery red and worn to the nape of the neck in choppy layers, framing her face and keeping it out of her eyes whilst she travels for the obvious practical reasons.

Her clothes consist of a crimson over-shirt in heavy cotton, trimmed in black and white, the neckline sitting just over the bust line, swallow-tailed sleeves that split from wrist to elbow for freedom of movement and drawn in at the waist by an underbust corset in soft, brown leather, tooled with an intricate pattern. More practical than it appears, it’s loose enough laced to allow for freedom of movement and to hide her purse from thieves. The back of her crimson shirt is long in a similar style to a gentleman’s tailcoat, splitting at the back and ending at calf length. A belt around her hips that holds the sheaths for her daggers, this is mostly for show and to put off thieves. Mid-thigh shorts in dark brown soft leather, extremely well worn and supple. Kaythenia also wears a pair of deeper brown leather fingerless gloves, strapped across the wrists to prevent them from slipping, partially to protect her hands while handling weapons and fighting and for other more personal reasons…around her wrists, are ringed with white, puckered scars, a shade lighter than her skin. Last of all her boots are made of sturdy leather and without a heel for ease of travel which lace up at the front.

Kaythenia is generally good natured and open minded although no one really seems to know who she really is. She has much experience at keeping any companions at arm’s length without seeming unfriendly. She is perhaps slightly volatile when it comes to her temper when pushed past her limits. Preferring the company of only a few and becomes introverted if overwhelmed by unfamiliar faces. Perhaps a slight contradiction to her choice in profession although like most in her line of work she can put on a mask for convenience sake. Although those that know her well, consider her power to have huge potential... Kaythenia has serious issues controlling and limiting that power, and the results are usually explosive. Generally her talents are more of a help than a hindrance to anyone. Kaythenia keeps her past to herself and will go out of her way to avoid discussing it...she's more likely turn the question on you. She isn’t an idiot by any stretch of the word and has a very sharp, quick mind. Excelling in problem solving, the ability to think on her feet and if necessary…to lie through her teeth. Often classed by many as having ‘an old head on young shoulders’. Despite all her faults expect much from her. But behind Kaythenia’s smile she hides a dark secret and the only thing she has yet to face is herself.

Kaythenia’s story begins in a tiny Hamlet, she was born in the summer. With the assistance of the local midwife helping her Mother along. They had asked no questions as to why Eayeth had come to live amongst them, her belly already rounded with child and no husband of which to speak of. After a long, hard night, the midwife handed Eayeth her squalling baby girl. Eayeth carried on her healing, creating poultices and tinctures from her home, the local women would come to her regularly. All were of course curious about the identity of the missing father, but no one saw fit to ask outright. After a while, they just blended into the scenery of the Hamlet. Kaythenia started to walk and play with the local children. Life was quiet and unassuming and continued so for 6 years. Eayeth made sure she started educating her daughter, teaching her to read, write, about history, geography and even Hyrule’s legends. When she saw her daughter light a candle without matches or a flint in sight…that was when Eayeth felt her heart sink. She has hoped that this wouldn’t happen, that her Kaythenia would not ever be subjected to Magic. For a time she tried to ignore it. She kept it quiet, until a Merchant Caravan rolled into the Hamlet.

Calhoun Byrne and his troupe had made a stop at the Hamlet to make some money, selling wares, charms, fortune and storytelling. They didn’t plan to stay long, this was just a convenient stop on the way. When Calhoun spotted Eayeth.

“Eayeth!” He called out, hoping this wasn’t just a woman who bore resemblance to her. When she turned her gaze upon him, he realised it was indeed her. Eayeth tensed, she hadn’t expected to see Calhoun again, not since their passionate coupling which had produced her Daughter. He leapt down from the wagon and strode over, drawing her close in for an embrace. Hardly noticing that she did not make an effort to return it “Eayeth!”

“It’s been years! I thought you had vanished off the face of Hyrule.”

“Hardly…I just needed a change, somewhere quiet.” She shrugged, trying to keep the exchange as casual as possible. Although that was soon broken when Susanna started calling her name.

“Eayeth! I was starting to wonder where you had vanished off to.” Kaythenia followed behind the woman and her face lit up at the sight of her Mother. The little girl ran to her Mother’s side and threw her arms around her.

“Thank you for watching Kaythenia, Susanna. I was checking up on, Leesha, she’ll have a fine, healthy babe in a few months.” Eayeth smiled at the older woman.

“Good to hear, must be getting on! The washing won’t do itself!”

As Susanna left, Calhoun looked down at the little girl next to Eayeth. She regarded him with curiosity. There was something about the way she cocked her head as she examined him. He crouched down to her level.

“Is that your name? Kaythenia?”

The little girl nodded and Calhoun got a chance to study her face, she looked like Eayeth, except for the eyes. Deep blue instead of Eayeth’s brown. Eayeth saw Calhoun studying her daughter. “She’s nothing to do with you.”

Calhoun stood up and faced Eayeth again. “You never could lie worth a damn, your nose wrinkles.” He crossed his arms loosely over his chest and stared her down. It would explain why after just one night together, Eayeth vanished.

Calhoun made a point after that of being a regular visitor, despite Eayeth’s reaction. She always seemed to be on the watch for something although exactly what, was something he could never prise out of her. But he was interested in knowing his Daughter. Over the next several years Calhoun brought his Caravan back to the Hamlet to spend time with her. Eayeth had conceded that Kaythenia was his Daughter as much as hers. This went on for a number of years until Eayeth came to Calhoun and requested something unexpected.

"When you leave…I need you to take her with you.”

At long last, she explained the mystery behind her vanishing all those years ago. The truth that every Heir to Evalle’s blood has carried. That they are being hunted down and having any power they possess ripped from them. That Kaythenia had growing talents and that would soon bring the Hunters down upon them. Calhoun agreed but broke one promise to Eayeth, he did not tell his Daughter the truth about why she would be leaving.

Kaythenia spent much of her life on the road with the caravan, never questioning why she had to leave the Hamlet. She grew up being taught how to read palms and tarot cards, bard, tell stories and entertain. As well as keeping up with the education that her Mother started, Kaythenia was like a sponge with a love of books and learning. Due to trying to keep her abilities a secret, no tutor could be approached so all she learned about her powers was from books. What little they could come by, resources were scarce. Aside from this her life remained unassuming, all the years with the caravan gave her an excellent sense of direction and understanding of the local villages, towns and all their individualities. Until a few weeks after her nineteenth birthday, her world was turned upside down.

A group of men, hooded and on horseback, surrounded the Caravan. All armed and holding silver chains with a noose. There was general panic, they didn’t seem to care who they struck down. It was obvious that they were looking for someone, in her terror that they were harming the only family she had really known. Kaythenia damned the consequences and summoned fire, she caught two by surprise who had been circling another girl about her age. Flames and screaming only adding to the general chaos, one of them whipped by and threw out the chain, catching her around the wrists, yanking the noose tight. Kaythenia had never known pain like it, it was like it was burning her, searing her skin. And worse, when she tried to reach her powers, her knees buckled, a wave of strong nausea and splitting pain behind her eyes the only reply.

An arrow from somewhere overhead landed it’s mark, right in the throat of the hooded man. He dropped the chain but when she tried to remove it, it pained her again. The person responsible for the arrow was her Father, who removed the chain for her. The skin around her wrists was puckered and blistered, like she had come into contact with a red hot iron from the blacksmith. With three of their number dead, the hooded men retreated, but it was no victory.

‘Kaythenia sat by the remains of the fire, staring blankly, there were blankets nearby over bodies, some of them small ones. Her throat closed and she fought the urge to heave. Calhoun knelt before his shell shocked daughter, taking her wrists carefully to assess the damage.

“What did they want? What was achieved by that?” She choked out. “If they wanted money, why didn’t they just take it?”

It was a pointless question really, they didn’t want money and deep down. She knew it.

Calhoun sighed deeply and embraced his daughter. “It’ll be alright, we’ll protect you. They won’t get to you.”

“Wait, you knew?! “ Kaythenia struggled out of the embrace and looked her Father in the eyes, willing him to say that he knew nothing of these people .

But that was not the case.

“Your Mother told me about them, before we left her. She wanted you moving, she wanted you safe.”

He told her, every word that Eayeth had told him before he had left. That she was one of the only members left of Evalle’s bloodline. A powerful Sorceress who had, according to history. Been a traitor to Hyrule and was executed, but her children survived. Gradually being hunted down and put to death for a crime they did not commit. As this all sank in, Kaythenia realised one thing. Glancing back at the blanket covered bodies, she couldn’t stay here, not for another instant. Not for more people to die on her account. The survivors tried to stop her, her Father tried to stop her. Tried to chase her down, but lost her, just as she intended.

Although staying ahead of her Hunters was not easy.

One of them in particular tracked her down, Davik Anborn. But he didn’t hand her over to his comrades, to him it was almost a game.

"It's a shame really..."

Davik stated, tipping her chin up with a single, long finger and forcing her to look at him. At first glance, you wouldn’t think him someone who would do this...He was handsome, but the longer you looked at him, something was just wrong. His eyes were almost black and there was a knife in his smile.
Kaythenia was on her knees, fighting against the silver Braigh that bound her wrists tightly, burning the skin on it's contact. Everytime she tried to summon her abilities it felt like a knife had passed through her which caused ragged cry to escape her lips. Her hunter then yanked the chain of the Braigh, pulling her closer towards him.

"You're very much like Her." He meant Evalle. Davik reached for Kaythenia's hair and played with a red lock, twisting it around his finger. "You're almost a dead ringer for her. Same fire but I do intend to break you of that, Red."

"Not...likely." Kaythenia managed to force out through the wall of pain, her expression a veil of defiance over the almost paralyzing fear that coursed through her like poison. That response seemed to please Davik, a low chuckle escaped his throat and his smirk caused the cut on his lip to trickle a thin red line down his chin. What he did next was worse than any violence he could have threatened her with, he roughly grabbed her chin and kissed her, smearing his blood across her lips. She fought against it but it didn't end until he finally let go, she wanted to vomit at the bitter taste and the intrusion of it. Davik got to his feet and his booted foot collided with her stomach, Kaythenia's breath left her in a rush. She couldn't intake a breath, it hurt too much. From there Davik removed the Braigh from her wrists.

"I'll give you half a day's head start, Little Bird ...better fly."

Kaythenia has run from him since, not knowing when he will tire of the chase and turn her in. For now, everything is one step and one day at a time.

Barding: Growing up in a Travelling merchant community has given her a range of Bard skills, she’s a creative story-teller, has a pleasant singing voice, can read palms and tarot.

Property: Tarot Deck (Wrapped in silk), change of clothes x2

Magic/Talents: Fire Magic: As a descendant of the Sorceress Evalle, her blood runs in Kaythenia's veins and imbues her with power over Fire. There are many creative uses for it, both offensive, defensive and more obscure methods such as scrying. Although, it’s not as simple as snapping her fingers. Smaller displays, such as lighting candles, scrying with fire and dealing with a campfire don’t have too much of an effect, as she doesn’t need to draw much power to achieve it. Whereas bigger, offensive and defensive spells can and will drain her, she has had no formal training about control and limitation and as a result, fears her power deep down. Larger displays leave her with negative physical effects, such as nausea, dizziness and issues with vision.

OOC Name: Coral
Face Claim: [b]N/A[/b], Original Art[/i]