Carmen Harol

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Carmen Harol
Social Rank 8
Fealty Crownsworn
House Harol
Gender Female
Age 24
Religion Pantheon
Vocation Soldier
Height 6'3"
Hair Color Coppery Blond
Eye Color Green
Skintone Fair
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Description

This woman stands over six feet tall with vibrant green eyes and pale coppery blond hair. It is most often pulled back into a single braid and coiled on the back of her head. Strong features make her striking rather than pretty with sharp cheekbones and a rounded chin. Tall and muscular she looks like she is fully capable of picking up a soldier in full armor.

Personality

Carmen is no-nonsense. She prefers to be straight forward, rarely beating around the point. Despite this she is an outgoing and warm woman. It is part of what makes her such a fantastic medic. While a little messy and scattered in her home life, everything in her professional is organized and in its place. Basically she knows how and when to let her hair down.

Background

Carmen grew up in the Lower Burroughs. Her mother was a laundress for the Mercies and her father a carpenter. They did okay as families went. As an only child she often followed at her mother's heels around the House of Solace. She proved an able helped and natural caretaker as a young child.

It was when her mother insisted on her getting some schooling that her sweet demeanor faded. Carmen had a very keen mind and the stupidity she saw in the classes had her speaking out. It also had her targeted by those who didn't appreciate being made a fool of. Carmen came home angry and determined to give as good as she got.

Until she hit her majority Carmen's youth was full of fighting and learning. The mercies had seen her natural gift and offered to train her, which she was happy to do. Yet she had made friends during her schooling and like most kids formed her own Burroughs gang. There were times her skills came in very handy.

Her parents did not approve of her gang activities. So they brought her uncle, a Blade, to talk to her. He convinced her to give the Crimson Blades a try, where she could fight -and- use her medic skills -and- get paid for it. Seemed perfect to her.

The fact that the Crimson Blades were elite helped a lot. The utter stupidity of people she couldn't help but comment on was not nearly as evident. And all her trainers actually had brains so she managed to not get in too much trouble for her smart mouth.

Now six years in and through several wars she has come out a veteran combat medic. Preffering to use a small bows for protection on the field, she has become known among the blades as the Bloody Mercy. She wears the nickname with pride.