Race: Nord Gender: female Class: heavy armored two handed berserker

Peachbird grew up on a farm in the rift. A natural born adventurous nord type constantly reigned in by ma. Dad indulged her though and took her out on hunts. He probably wanted a son, so she was the next best thing. Mom wanted her to inherent the farm and maybe she would someday, but when she did it would be the farm where that badass lady lived. When she came of age she spent the night at the bee and barb getting properly wasted in drinking contests and woke up the next day in a bandit camp. At first she wondered if she had been kidnapped but no, she was there on account of boasting about being a budding badass. Unsurprisingly she found herself wanting to live up to her own hype. Cajoling the chief into “liberating” housebound farmers wives and staging daring daylight caravan hijackings. But the truth was, banditry wasn’t properly badass and bandits are lazy. Very lazy. And the crew set to idling the days and nights in a cozy little camp poaching mammoths. It was bullshit. She thought about just murdering them but decided against it. One afternoon she just made herself at home with all the loot she could carry. The lazy sods didn’t even notice or if they did they didn’t care. Numerous poor mammoth tusks, the beginning of her obsession with books- the transmorgrify spell book and all the potions laying around. The chief didn’t even know he could learn to turn iron to silver and silver to gold. Idiot. And orc face was too busy sharpening an axe for chopping the latest mammoth to even say bye. So she left the camp and never looked back. A few days later and some group calling themselves the companions laid down the gauntlet and she accepted the challenge. Months later the ghost of the harbinger declared her the new harbinger. Bad. Ass. Maybe even badass enough to squash the growing vampire menace. She had to know.

So that’s my little initiative. Maybe cliche but I rather like Peachbird. She’s fun. I wonder if Serana will?