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Sotur

Sotur Quill

Name Sotur
Occupation
A soldier of The Volunteer Militia
Age
young
Race
Man
Residence
Bree
Kinship
Outward Appearance

A solidly built, well-muscled plain young maiden, Sotur is easily overlooked in favour of a prettier face. Her hair is long and light brown, with her eyes the same colour excepting a few gold flecks. Her face is round and homely, with a smattering of freckles across her soft cheeks and nose. She smiles easily and has a gentle aura around her whenever she's not in battle.

She dresses mostly in leather or mail. The only times she wears a dress is for an evening at the local tavern or one of the yearly festivals - not because she dislikes dresses, she has simply been brought up to believe that they do not suit her.  

Background

My name is Sotur, and here is my story:

I was born to the master of the notable merchant family Quill, whom for many generations have made sure the residents of Bree are always well-stocked with food, crafting tools, weapons, armor and foreign trinkets. Father runs the logistics of the business while Mother handles customer service. I have two older brothers, an older sister, a younger sister and a younger brother.
My older brothers and sister have been groomed to handle the family business since they were youngsters, while Father hopes that I and my younger siblings will bring glory and honour to the family name through other means.

Ever since I was a young girl, Father has been adamant that I take up the sword. He even named me with a suitably fierce-sounding name, in the hopes that once I have reached the status of a local hero it would sound better in a song devoted to my deeds. To Father's dismay I ended up being more gifted in scholarly pursuits, which kept me busy during the times between weapons training. I learned to read and write even while I was pressed to wield a sword instead of a writing quill, and I am told I have a wonderful grasp of language that is only matched by my skill with a halberd.

Father was not happy with this turn of the events, so he forbid me reading and writing materials until I had proved myself a capable swordswoman. He soon set the bar even higher - I was to become a Captain, an inspiration to other soldiers and a true leader in warfare. Ever the dutiful daughter, I obeyed him in everything, continuing my studies in secret when he was not around to stop me.
However, all good things must come to an end, and this was no different. Father found out about my little hobbies on the side and grew furious. He kicked me out from home, telling me that I was not welcome to return until I had made something of myself. His parting words were: "I'm sure that the Volunteer Militia and Lord Arundar would be more than happy to have an untrained pup like you as a meatshield against bandits - go do something useful for once and enlist there."

As ever, I played the part of a dutiful daughter and did as my Father bid me.

Friends
none
Relatives
none
Rivals/Enemies
Loves
Books, ancient texts, lore, song, dance, well-made weaponry
Hates
Drunkards, butterflies (she has a phobia of them)
Motivation
To bring honour to her family by becoming a heroic soldier
Quotes

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