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I'm going to regret this, because I'm way behind schedule on the comic, my head has been hurting non-stop for a week and I don't have the strength to hold a stylus, in a couple of days I'll be cringing like an animal over the quest sheet, and my build got partially reworked while I was getting ready, but screw it.
Amber Sinclair
- Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished audience! What you've been waiting for all evening! The highlight of our program! Behold, under the circus dome - the Soaring Sinclairs!
The master of ceremonies' final words were drowned out by thunderous applause. All eyes turned upward. There, beneath the very dome, the famous performers had already taken their starting positions — artists who for several generations had delighted all of Silur with their spectacular acts on the edge of impossibility. For a long time they performed as a married couple, but today there were three of them — a girl of about ten had joined the wedded pair. The daughter of the famous acrobats had trained hard and diligently, but this was her first public performance, fresh blood in the creative dynasty...
...for little Amber, this was her last performance with her parents.
To this day she sometimes wakes up in a cold sweat, remembering her mother's terror-filled eyes, and the crack of a snapping rope still rings in her ears. She still remembers how some wealthy patron calmed her down with hot herbal tea while she sobbed, telling him in a broken voice how some stern man had argued with her father and demanded payment. She remembers how the troupe leader threw her out onto the street that same evening, saying he wouldn't put up with dead weight, and how her feet carried her on their own to that patron's house...
Fortunately, the man turned out to be genuinely good. He took Amber in as his own daughter, gave her the best education and upbringing, and spent a long, very long time hunting down the criminal who had sabotaged that ill-fated performance. Amber remembers how in the evenings he would put on an inconspicuous dark suit, thinking she couldn't see, take a taut bow from a hidden cabinet, and leave — sometimes until morning.
One day she secretly followed him. She trailed silently at a respectful distance through half the city. After another turn, the sounds of a fight reached her, then a stammering voice.
- That little actor was asking for it himself! Said he didn't need protection! Well, now let him know...
She recognized that voice. Everything after that was a blur.
Her adoptive father barely managed to pry her fingers off the throat of the scoundrel who had robbed her of her parents. He made sure the man was locked in the most secure cell, and pulled every string to have him sentenced to death.
He also found someone willing to watch his back in the difficult business of fighting crime.
Amber proved to be a diligent student. Very soon she learned to shoot a pigeon sitting on the roof of a neighboring house right in the eye with her bow. She also kept up her circus training, constantly practicing to maintain her flexibility and agility.
Unfortunately, this story did not have a happy ending.
They picked up the trail of a major criminal organization, but overestimated their strength. They were surrounded on a bridge, never given the chance to use their ranged weapons. Amber's mentor, the man she had come to call father, pushed her into the water, and the last thing she saw was enemy swords piercing him.
With her tail between her legs, ashamed of her failure, she returned to the mansion only to find a blazing pyre where it once stood.
Amber had to flee the city.
For a while she wandered through forests and fields, living off hunting. Soon she joined a circus troupe under a false surname — she didn't want to stir up any commotion. She quickly befriended her colleagues and earned a certain respect from management — especially after she shot a scoundrel in the knee when he tried to make off with two weeks' worth of earnings. Alongside her main work, Amber uncovered minor crimes.
One day she caught herself realizing that juggling work and hobby was becoming harder and harder. A choice had to be made.
The troupe was certainly disappointed that the choice wasn't in their favor. They said a warm goodbye, wished Amber luck on her difficult path, and allowed her to keep part of the props as a memento — after all, who knows when makeup or the cover of a solo act by an acrobat widely known in narrow circles might come in handy.
Slinging her trusty bow over her shoulder, Amber set off toward Grasaika.
No, I'm not ashamed, because I can. What are you gonna do to me, I'm in another city.
Origin:
Silur
+1 to AP, ability to see in the dark.
Background:
Performer
+2 to spirit, +2 to dexterity.
Convictions:
Selene
+3 to health, +1 to dexterity, +1 to spirit.
Weapon Mastery:
Bow
Burn on attacks.
Starting Equipment:
Quality Bow
Damage: 8-12
Range: 3
7🟡
Combat Dress (F)
+2 to dexterity rolls
3🟡
Hood
0🟡
Inventory:
Money, a supply of arrows obviously, a cosmetics bag with everything needed for hair and makeup, a stage costume leaving little to the imagination.
- Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished audience! What you've been waiting for all evening! The highlight of our program! Behold, under the circus dome - the Soaring Sinclairs!
The master of ceremonies' final words were drowned out by thunderous applause. All eyes turned upward. There, beneath the very dome, the famous performers had already taken their starting positions — artists who for several generations had delighted all of Silur with their spectacular acts on the edge of impossibility. For a long time they performed as a married couple, but today there were three of them — a girl of about ten had joined the wedded pair. The daughter of the famous acrobats had trained hard and diligently, but this was her first public performance, fresh blood in the creative dynasty...
...for little Amber, this was her last performance with her parents.
To this day she sometimes wakes up in a cold sweat, remembering her mother's terror-filled eyes, and the crack of a snapping rope still rings in her ears. She still remembers how some wealthy patron calmed her down with hot herbal tea while she sobbed, telling him in a broken voice how some stern man had argued with her father and demanded payment. She remembers how the troupe leader threw her out onto the street that same evening, saying he wouldn't put up with dead weight, and how her feet carried her on their own to that patron's house...
Fortunately, the man turned out to be genuinely good. He took Amber in as his own daughter, gave her the best education and upbringing, and spent a long, very long time hunting down the criminal who had sabotaged that ill-fated performance. Amber remembers how in the evenings he would put on an inconspicuous dark suit, thinking she couldn't see, take a taut bow from a hidden cabinet, and leave — sometimes until morning.
One day she secretly followed him. She trailed silently at a respectful distance through half the city. After another turn, the sounds of a fight reached her, then a stammering voice.
- That little actor was asking for it himself! Said he didn't need protection! Well, now let him know...
She recognized that voice. Everything after that was a blur.
Her adoptive father barely managed to pry her fingers off the throat of the scoundrel who had robbed her of her parents. He made sure the man was locked in the most secure cell, and pulled every string to have him sentenced to death.
He also found someone willing to watch his back in the difficult business of fighting crime.
Amber proved to be a diligent student. Very soon she learned to shoot a pigeon sitting on the roof of a neighboring house right in the eye with her bow. She also kept up her circus training, constantly practicing to maintain her flexibility and agility.
Unfortunately, this story did not have a happy ending.
They picked up the trail of a major criminal organization, but overestimated their strength. They were surrounded on a bridge, never given the chance to use their ranged weapons. Amber's mentor, the man she had come to call father, pushed her into the water, and the last thing she saw was enemy swords piercing him.
With her tail between her legs, ashamed of her failure, she returned to the mansion only to find a blazing pyre where it once stood.
Amber had to flee the city.
For a while she wandered through forests and fields, living off hunting. Soon she joined a circus troupe under a false surname — she didn't want to stir up any commotion. She quickly befriended her colleagues and earned a certain respect from management — especially after she shot a scoundrel in the knee when he tried to make off with two weeks' worth of earnings. Alongside her main work, Amber uncovered minor crimes.
One day she caught herself realizing that juggling work and hobby was becoming harder and harder. A choice had to be made.
The troupe was certainly disappointed that the choice wasn't in their favor. They said a warm goodbye, wished Amber luck on her difficult path, and allowed her to keep part of the props as a memento — after all, who knows when makeup or the cover of a solo act by an acrobat widely known in narrow circles might come in handy.
Slinging her trusty bow over her shoulder, Amber set off toward Grasaika.
No, I'm not ashamed, because I can. What are you gonna do to me, I'm in another city.
Origin:
Silur
+1 to AP, ability to see in the dark.
Background:
Performer
+2 to spirit, +2 to dexterity.
Convictions:
Selene
+3 to health, +1 to dexterity, +1 to spirit.
Weapon Mastery:
Bow
Burn on attacks.
Starting Equipment:
Quality Bow
Damage: 8-12
Range: 3
7🟡
Combat Dress (F)
+2 to dexterity rolls
3🟡
Hood
0🟡
Inventory:
Money, a supply of arrows obviously, a cosmetics bag with everything needed for hair and makeup, a stage costume leaving little to the imagination.
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕