Katarina Telkaust of Isla Del Faunstel

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Ages: 25- 60’s

Height: 5’ 11”

Hair: blonde with dye

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Eyes: Purple

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Bust: GG 42

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Class: Eldritch Knight/Pact of The Fiend Warlock

Occupations: Show Fencer, Tournament champion, prize fighter, Sellsword, captain of the guard

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Personality: flirty, sassy, extroverted, headstrong, free spirited, determined, dedicated,

Bio: Katarina was good in a fight, and with a sword practically from birth. As a kid she used to fashion wooden weapons with her fathers pocket knife, before her uncle actually made her a bunch of proper, wood replica weapons. By the time they had severely worn down, and her favorite wooden claymore snapped in two, she was already a master swordsman. She ‘graduated’ to cold, blunt steel and entered melee tournaments smalltime, and won handily.

 

She found she loved the attention the ring gave her. At first the prize money was shit, and everything but her weapons were trash, until one day when someone knocked off her breastplate, and shredded her tunic, exposing her. She got both extremelly excited, and infuriated, and proceeded to win the rest of the fight, and tournament without getting hit once. She then proceeded to do that entirely as a bit, for her tournament apperances, going bottomless at first, and then switching between bottomless and topless in the arena, and dancing around her appointments in nearly full heavy plate mail, and handily whooping their asses. She was made a squire to a well respected knight, very early on. And then when he ended up dying in a duel, she, as his second, promptly avenged him, and after actually going to war, she was sumarily knighted.

 

However it was during one of those nights on the battlefield, that she slept extremelly poorly, and a demon visited her in her dreams. She just wanted to go home and return to the fun of going tits out infront of a crowd, and the demon offered her power, in exchange for his pleasure, and her total exposure. She was more, than willing to take this and bring a shorter end to this war, and she made short work thereafter of every opponent that came after her on the warfront. She had always, been a bit of an exhibitionist, but it was after making her pact that she realized just how ‘bad’ it had got for her, to an exceptionally indecent level, and she reveled in it, loved it. She had no shame and there was little anybody could do to make her feel that.

 

Eventually she left the kingdom to head out across the world in search of new adventure and a new life, tired and frankly bored, of the same tournaments and opponents, she wanted new exciting enemies to face off against, new challenges and new people to meet, so she made off onto the road, first by chartering a boat back to her home country, and then sailing from there, east to parts of the world she had only ever read about.