Keir

An NPC in my partner's D&D setting

Keir "Twelveclaw"

Age: 23ish

Race: Undine

Class: Rogue (Bruiser)

Background: Lived as a street urchin, picked pockets to survive until she was "recruited" into a local gang. Keir rose through the ranks, or "claws," until the gang's leader was caught and hung. Unable to force the remaining gangsters to work for her, she returned to pickpocketing and burglary on her own.

After somehow lifting Yang off of Tasnim's person AND somehow surviving the resulting attack (though losing her eye in the process), Tasnim was impressed and merciful enough to spare Keir's life and offered her an apprenticeship (as well as healed her eye). The pair took up vigilante work and became quite famous before eventually parting ways after ~6 years together.

Retirement was not for Keir, and she has since taken up bounty hunting.

Personality & Appearance: Pissed off. Fearless. Really likes fighting.
6 feet tall, with gills visible on the sides of her neck. Cartilaginous fins by the elbows. Scars over left eye and bridge of nose.

Special Abilities: Unpredictable fighting style, with a diverse array of weapons. Minor regeneration. Immunity to poison

Relationships: Simultaneously appreciative of and frustrated by Tasnim, her mentor/partner in crime(-stopping)
Yang briefly had access to 100% of Keir's mind; however, Keir is unaware that Yang is sentient

Wardrobe: Leather armor or splint mail. No shoulder pieces. Steel-toed boots. Has knives strapped just about everywhere.
Later on, she presumably bought actual outfits, but for a while all of her clothes were stolen from various places and people and were therefore mismatched (so basically, just make up colors as you go along).
Doesn't even like capes, but wears a lil one at Tasnim's urging (it's always raining there!!!!)