Katharyn

Information

Player: Napoleon

Character Full Name: Katharyn Helpinghand (not her real surname)

Character In-Game Name: Katharyn

Nickname(s): -none-

Association(s): The Alliance

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Hair: Long reddish hair

Eyes: dark brown

Height: 5'6

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Wears a darkly colored suit of leather armor with a fedora hat and green cloak. When roaming the city streets, she prefers inconspicuous clothing, and will either attempt to pass-off as a tourist or wear work clothes to blend in without attracting attention.

Other: She is a bit of a fashionista, and will spend fortunes to have just the right outfit for any occasion

Personality

Katharyn is a no-nonsense, business-minded individual. She has nerves of steel and her resolve was forged in the roaring fire of vengence and retribution. Her disposition is not outright friendly, but she does warm up to people who share some of her values and worldviews.

Simply put, Katharyn is a vigilante. She believes in right and good, but believes the authorities lack the will, be it through laziness, corruption or simply incompetence, to truely protect it's people. She believes that justice is sometimes better served by the dagger than by the gaol.

Her upbringing as an only child in Kul'Tiras made her a strong, down to earth woman, and that has served her well considering the spartan lifestyle that her calling forces upon her, but on occasion, she has been known to spend a fortune on the latest fashions.

History

Katharyn was born to the lower bourgeoisie of the island nation of Kul'Tiras. His father owned a few ships, and had a fishing operation. She got involved in the family buisness at a very young age, joining the fishing voyages of her father's ships, but eventually heard another calling. One that took her very far away from home...

Katharyn had a friend named Carolyne Armansky. They had been friends for as long as she could remember. Their families being friends for generations, they practically grew up together. Both had a love of the stories, and particularly those of the glorious navy of their home nation. A friend of the family, one Captain Florent Stormsail, would regularly pay visit to her father, and she and her friend would marvel at the tall tales he brought back every time the KTS Indomitable was on leave.

The girls were by now 20, and their company became quite sought after by suitors of all ilks. Without news from the Captain for months, they took matters in their own hands and one night went out to the Salty Dog Inn. It was a favorite hideout of sailors on permission. They had found out then that the Indomitable was lost off the cape of Dun Morogh in a severe snow storm. The good Captain Stormsail was lost along with it.

Seeing their faces saddened by the news he offered, an officer, one Lieutenant Oster, told the innkeeper to put whatever they ordered on his tab. Carolyn, while she would never admit it, had more than a simple liking for the Captain, and she drowned her sorrows in glass after glass of cheap but potent wine. Katharyn too was shocked, but could not bring herself to match her friend.

Carolyn had obviously had far too much to drink, and had lost some of the countenance for which she was well known. Before her drunken antics became the talk of the town, the innkeeper walked over to her and suggested she go home and spare herself and her father trouble. This threw Carolyn into a fit, accentuated by loud accusations in a language that was unfit for a lady of any status. Katharyn got up to follow her, but the lieutenant put a hand on her shoulder, and assured her he would see her home safely.

He returned some time later, explaining that she has been faster than he, and that he could not find her. Katharyn assumed that her friend had run home, and spent another hour at the Inn in the lieutenant's company, until her father appeared in the door, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her home. The last thing she saw as she passed the door was an unreadable expression on Lieutenant Oster's face. Disapointment? Anger? Fear maybe?

In the morning, Katharyn paid a visit to the Armansky residence, where she was greeted by angry faces and searching eyes. Carolyn did not make it home, and it was thought that she had spent the night at her home. Katharyn proceeded to explain what had happened the night before, and she and old man Armansky walked the path between their home and the Inn.

There was a small river that separated the Armansky home and the part of town where the inn was built. A bridge had been thrown over the river to allow faster travel to the other side. No trace having been found on the way to the inn, they returned to the bridge. Maybe she decided to take a stroll by the river, and got lost in her drunken state? Maybe someone had seen her there.

They took different sides of the bridge, and after a moment, she heard a terrifying cry. She recognised the voice as that of Gregor Armansky. She ran as fast as the shoes and dress she was wearing would allow her. She found old man Armansky on his knees, clutching something, his back turned to her. She looked over his shoulder to see her friend's dead body, her clothes torn and red marks around her neck.

There was an inquiry, and for all the information she and other witnesses gave to the authorities, there was not enough to convict anyone. The prime suspect in the case was Lieutenant Oster, but the evidence against him was judged too feeble. While he did go after her, it was entirely possible that he did not see her, and that she encountered someone else on the way home. Katharyn did however remember the strange expression on the man's face as she was dragged away from his table. Her gut was telling her that Oster was a murderer, but she could not prove it. Maybe she would not have to...

She surveyed for weeks the schedules of the ships in and out of Boralus' harbor. She knew that Oster's ship, the KTS Invincible would be back from it's 5 month expedition any time now. It was time to set her plan in motion.

When the ship had finally arrived, she returned to the Salty Dog Inn, where Oster had been a regular. Apparently, she was just another girl to him as he did not recognise her at all. He had probably seen countless young women during his travels around the world, and that suited her fine. She found her way to his table easily enough. As she expected, he offered her drinks, which at first she declined, but realised she might need onr or two if she was going to take her plan to fulfilment. She drank very slowly. When she let him know she was leaving, he offered to accompany her, exactly as she expected. She accepted his offer.

They walked towards the bridge, then he offered a stroll on the bank, to which she agreed. "I have fond memories of this place" he said. "Do you?" she asked. "Of what, may I ask?" she continued. For a moment he paused, then answered. "Of a girl I once knew" he said. "She's dead now. I suppose she won't mind" he said, calmly, as if it were unimportant.

He slowly put his arm around Katharyn and tried to kiss her. He was surprised when Katharyn did not resist, but did not suspect a thing. She put her arms around him as they kissed. He tensed up and his eyes grew wide when the dagger punctured his lung through his back. He was unable to breathe or scream. As she removed the knife, she held him against her own body, holding him up as his legs were giving way. She calmly watched the life drain from his eyes, and only then their lips parted.

"Good night", she said, as she walked home.

Maybe the light will not condone her actions. Maybe the ministers of Justice won't either. At this point it did not much matter anymore. Justice had been dispenced where the mighty had failed to, and Justice would again be dealt by the same hand wherever it would be needed.