User:Reiauna/Katahari Anju

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This is a character page for my Dervish, Katahari Anju.

Level: 20

Campaign: Nightfall.

Titles: Sunspear Castellan (8), Lightbringer (1), Elonian Explorer (1)

Available Heroes: Tahlkora, Master of Whispers, Acolyte Jin, Koss, Dunkoro, Melonni, Zhed Shadowhoof, General Morgahn, Olias, Vekk, Ogden Stonehealer.

Elites Captured: Glimmer of Light, Avatar of Balthazar

Available Secondary Professions: Monk, Mesmer.

Personal Stats

Name: Katahari

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Race: Istani

Personality: Katahari is a good-natured person, kind and caring, and will usually give a person the benefit of the doubt. She is surprisingly quick to anger, though she doesn't show that anger very often. Katahari is a devout follower of the Gods, of Balthazar in particular, for though she is kind to friends, to enemies, she is positively vicious. During a fight, Katahari keeps her scythe whirling until the end, and if that means she has to be carried off the battlefield, or even dragged, then so be it. Because of this tenancy, and just the fact that she's a Dervish, Hari has great upper body strength, greater then that of many men, and she delights in showing it off by carrying heavy things. When it's resting time, and there's nothing to fight, Hari seems almost like a complete opposite of herself on the battlefield. When she rests, she rests. And doesn't stop until she's done. Unless of course they are attacked. During these times, she enjoys simply being with her friends, and the pure joy of having faced danger and death so many times, and to still be alive to be with her friends.

Bio: Katahari grew up in the wildernessess of the Issnur Isles, surrounded by water and skale on all sides. She lived a happy, if tiring childhood. Being it only her and her father, her mother having died in childbirth with her, there was much work to do simply to live. The house, made of hardened bricks of mud, was constantly in need of repair. She and her father's small fields where they grew their food were ravaged often by the savage skale, so she had to learn to fight early, usually using the same rusty old scythe she used in the fields. This is probably what led to her choosing to be a Dervish when the time came to choose to leave. But, that's another story.

Now, as was said above, Hari lived a happy childhood, and at the age of 13, it was with a heavy heart that she made the long treck to Kamadan, to join the Sunspears. If it had been up to her, she would have chosen to live out her days with her father as a farmer, but he was set in his decision that he wanted better for his only daughter. While he didn't regret his decision long ago to stay a farmer (he never would have met his wife and had Hari if he hadn't, since his farm was near that of his wife's family), he knew there was nothing in this life for his daughter, and he wanted her to do more, to be more, then just a farmer girl, maybe someday a farmer's wife. So, he gave her food and her scythe and some money, and sent her on her way.

When Hari made it to Kamadan, she was awed by the city's size and atmosphere. People were everywhere, running through the streets, buying and selling goods, visiting friends. There was an overpowering feeling of doing. Everyone was doing something. Eyes wide, she made her way to the Sunspear recruiting station and signed up. When asked what profession she would like to pursue, she thought about all the happy days she had had, she and her trusty scythe. So, it was without hesitation that she chose to remain a scythe-user, or, as their official name was, a Dervish.

As the weeks of training passed, Katahari grew amazed at how different using a scythe in a field and using a scythe to fight were. She was using muscles she didn't know she had, and for a long while she was in pain every night when she went to bed. But Hari was a hearty girl, and strong of constitutuon, and within the first month, she began having nights without very much pain at all. She felt almost like another person when she looked at her reflection in a pool of water. She had been a lean and strong girl to begin with because of all her farming work, but Dervish training was different, more specialized, and now she truly looked like a fighter; she had no excess body fat, and her muscles were more promanent. She looked much more dangerous after the first six months, and nobody ever tried to pickpocket her or pick a fight with her like they had in the first month or two. The years passed, and almost before she knew it, it was her 16th birthday, and it was time to pick her secondary profession. She had known her first one without even thinking about it, but she didn't really have any clue what she wanted to do for her secondary. She had never really thought about it. So, in one night, she thought about the pros and cons of each profession other then Dervish, and found that the ability to heal would probably be the most useful, at least for her. So, she lightly picked Monk, not particularly caring too much about it, and finding that she had gotten a profession that was much harder then it looked.

Katahari had thought healing was as simple as saying words over a wound and watching it close. She never thought it would give her any trouble to learn it, especially when she was already pretty good at a profession that had to be way harder. She was dead wrong. For the next two years, Katahari spent almost all her free time mastering the diffucult healing techniques the Expert Monks taught her, and pretty much neglected completely her first profession. But during this time she found a friend, her first true friend, a girl named Kyu who was training to be a Monk as her first profession. When Katahari had trouble with her Monk studies, Kyu would help her and such.