JAY, WARRIOR

[attr="class","qty"]"stand amongst the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters."

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There are times when Jay says that she received her name from a kind hedge witch who saved her from the brink of death, finding it to be easier on the tongues of those around her than the string of genetic information she was given and any title of a task she never received for one reason or another. Given what else she sometimes says about her escape from Par Vollen, she could very well be lying.

The one consistent thing is that she owes her life to a band of mercenary riffraff that came across her lead by a young dwarf woman with a brand on her face named Danica. The group itself was actually mostly made up of dwarves, aside from a few elves and a particularly scruffy looking human. Danica had wanted nothing to do with her, and protested the moment she saw the Fereldan warrior taking a shine to the lost kossith girl, “Oh, sure, we’ll take that thing right along with us when nugs fly. No way am I dealing with whatever backlash might be chasing one of those.”

Unfortunately for Danica, that particular human was quite the fast talker and more than a little interested in seeing just how uncomfortable a “qunari” companion could make any Orlesians they ran into. The kossith girl seemed to only know her own language and bits and pieces of the trader or common tongue, which made things a bit more difficult. The language gap made it impossible to learn from her exactly how she had wound up in Rivain, all alone. Interestingly enough, however, she seemed to have no qualms with learning how to fight, even from those who were not her own. In fact, she seemed an eager student. Within time, she learned the common tongue as well, although she seemed hesitant to practice, as if ashamed of not catching on to the language effortlessly in front of strangers.

Four years later, the Blight struck in Ferelden. When the human, whom Jay had come to call Cliff, received a letter, it was the first time she had ever known him not to smile for hours. Two days later, the mercenary group The Flying Nugs set out. Even with such a … quaint name, there would be a need for any kind of sellsword in the middle of a Blight and Civil War. And there was no way a rapidly growing kossith girl at their side could hurt business. Maybe they could even change their damned group name, Danica had joked (no matter what she tried, she never was able to shake that name).

When things got dire, however, Danica insisted that they get out of Ferelden – even threatening to drag Cliff the entire way if she had to. Looking back, had they not, they very likely would have been caught right in the middle of the battle of Denerim.

A few years passed, and Jay decided to strike out on her own. She had a firm grasp on the common or trading tongue now, and even caught on to bits and pieces of the dwarven language. She still refused to answer any questions regarding why she had ever left Par Vollen or what she knew of her people’s culture. In truth, Jay struggles with what she does know, understanding full and well that without the Qun, she should be nothing. With the people she chose to leave behind, even if not for forever, she is family. There are days where she wonders if she will ever leave behind her conflicts regarding the philosophy of honor.

She has grown, now, standing at a full six-foot-five-inches. White hair is usually kept at just below shoulder length and in a thick braid, set between horns that Jay hesitates to cut off – even if it means intimidating potential enemies of the Qun. Her eyes are a dark purple and perhaps “alien” to other species, as is not so strange for others of her kind.

Jay has learned that it pays better to play on the stereotype built of her kind; in hired company, she is stoic and reserved. However, in safer company, there is a quiet warmth to her actions, and a dry humor that slips into her language. When she truly comes to care for someone, it is shown more through actions than words, spoken through aggressive loyalty and attentiveness to one’s wellbeing. Jay seems to avoid most politics; though she’s never been keen on any sort of unfair slaughter being called a fight, she was taught well that stepping into such things without invitation never ends as one might hope. Nevertheless, for some reason the woman doesn’t take well to hearing slurs against the dwarven casteless.

Through her training years ago, Jay has found herself best with two-handed weapons; they offer a more adequate reach than most other melee options she has found, something she can more efficiently put her weight behind and still manage to strike most of the creatures and beings she comes across during her travels. There are times when she has wondered how a spear or a weapon forged for her hand alone might feel, but such things don’t seem meant to be. After all, armor that actually fits and functions for her seems expensive enough in these lands.

There are days when she misses Par Vollen. This, she would never dream of outright admitting.



LIST OF TALENTS:
Warrior: Second Wind
Two-Handed: Pommel Strike, Indomitable, Stunning Blows, Sunder Arms, Shattering Blows, Mighty Blow, Giant's Reach, Scythe
Vanguard: Control
Champion: War Cry

LIST OF SKILLS:
Combat Training III
Vitality II
Trap-Making
Survival

SPECIALIZATION:
Champion