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Astrid
Astrid Khanna, the Witch of the East
| Name | Astrid |
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| Status | Deleted |
| Occupation | She'll do about anything if it pays well enough. |
| Age | Mid 20s |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wandering |
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| Outward Appearance |
Height: 180 cms / 5'9'' Weight: average Appearance: Despite being tall, she has a stocky build with broad shoulders. Dark brown hair is curly and incredibly thick and she keeps it neatly cropped at her shoulders. Her skin gleams like copper and she has large, dark brown eyes. She speaks with a thick Haradric accent. She has a youthful appearance but is aged somewhere between twenty-three and twenty-six.
Though most will not see it, Astrid's body is covered in scars. The most noticeable and concentrated being the ones on her back: she has old criss-crossed scars entirely covering her back. She does have a very large tattoo inked over it, starting at the nape of her neck. Two thick black lines go all the way down to the small of her back. Branching off from her neck and down her shoulders, the two lines also go down to her wrists.
Clothing: Astrid tends to wear hues of red and purple, she's usually seen wearing garb from her home and occasionally with a headscarf draped over her hair. No matter the outfit that she wears, Astrid is always seen with a large curved dagger on her hip with an embellished golden handle. Astrid has a few other small daggers and knives on her person but they are not as finely-made and they are usually hidden.
Languages: Haradric, Westron
Personality: There is no better word to describe Astrid other than "firecracker". She's got a terrible temper and a sharp tongue and has no qualms with telling someone if she dislikes them. The rest of the time, she seems to have a nonchalant attitude and does not care about things that do not affect her.
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Background

Astrid was born in Haradwaith and was the only child that her parents would ever conceive. She remembers nothing of her mother, who died in childbirth the day that Astrid was born, and she was raised solely by her father. Despite many years running away from the war in the south, Astrid managed to keep a few things that her mother previously owned, and they are her most prized possessions.
Her childhood was spent in Far Harad, where she grew up alongside many cousins and extended family. Astrid was very young when she fled from her village, no older than sixteen summers, and unbeknownst to her, it would be the last time that she would ever be in Far Harad. Along with her family, she gathered what was left of her things and she fled while her father stayed behind with several men. Astrid fell behind and her family went on without her and as such, she would find herself stumbling upon a group of corsairs near the coast.
At the time, Astrid didn't know the trouble she would get into when she boarded a ship at the coast, and she didn't know that she'd spend the next several years of her life on a ship with black sails, pillaging and plundering. The few years she spent aboard the black-sailed ship were long and gruesome and, as she would say, the worst years of her entire life. But she was trained by other corsairs, learning how to wield thin blades and becoming a proficient swordswoman, though she always favored daggers.
Astrid fled once again shortly after her twentieth summer. She had trouble seeking refuge in Gondor but eventually fell into a caravan of merchants and she stayed with them for a few years, getting as far away from the coast as she possibly could. Astrid would eventually move on, leaving behind Gondor and Harad and everything in the South to journey through Rohan and into Eriador, where she sought a better life for herself.
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Astrid's Adventures
| A Tattered Journal - Page 2 | 5 years 3 months ago |
| A Tattered Journal - Page 1 | 5 years 4 months ago |

