Gender: Female

Age: 45

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Appearance: A tall pale human with light brown hair and amber eyes. She has a curvy figure with a larger gut than most due to her drinking. Her armour consists of warm and thick furs and fur boots. She also has a large flask secured to a belt around her thigh.

Personality: Always drunk. Luckily, she's a very happy drunk who's biggest problem is the smell. She's approachable, sociable, even polite, and shamelessly flirtatious. She believes that life is too short to let other people control you, and that each man and woman should grasp their fate by the shorthairs and ride it into the sunset.

Backstory:

Robyn started out living near Efie Quarry. Her parents, both miners, wanted her to pick up the trade-there was a lot of profit in mining, after all. But Robyn had no interest in mining rocks her entire life. Life was something to be enjoyed. Her practicing mining was occasionally practicing with a shortsword. She did so with the explanation that if bandits attacked, she could fight them off better.

They believed her, until she turned 16 and the time came for her to actually work in the quarry. She left the house that night before, with a simple note on the bedside explaining that she was leaving to explore the world and be an adventurer. She knew that her mother would panic and her father would renounce her name, but she didn't care.

At least, she didn't until her father tracked her down to an inn 2 months after she left and demanded that she came home. That she wasn't acting like the daughter he knew. Having had a few drinks to celebrate taking down a troublesome bandit group, Robyn defiantly refused, telling him that the daughter he thought he knew was a fake.

It was in the fight with her father that followed that Robyn learned she's a tough fighter when she's got a bottle's worth of drink in her. She won the fight by picking up her father and putting him through a table. She then told him that if he wanted a copy of himself, he should have learned a duplication spell, and to stay away from her.

She took her sword and continued onwards, determined not to look back. Shortly after she turned 20, she came across a bounty to retrieve an ancient urn and took it, but she was set upon by undead and the urn was destroyed in the struggle. The ashes inside turned into a genie who thanked her for freeing him. The genie granted her a single wish as thanks: that her trusty hip-flask would always refill with cider.

Now she wanders Westend, living her life, and only looking back on the times that make her smile.

Lives: Mobile, Westend.

Talent: Heavily endurant and cool-headed while she's drunk. This makes her an unorthodox but very dangerous fighter. If you're in the same barfight as her, you'd better hope she either doesn't notice you, or that you're the prize for whoever wins.

Ambition: Drink, fight, fuck, and do her utmost best to enjoy her life.

Likes: Nearly all alcohol (especially HappyUp honey apple cider and Bluegrass cinnamon-spiced wine), chicken (especially the thighs), fish (fried, preferably). Fighting and sex.

Dislikes: Unflavoured or watered-down alcohol, prudes, the nobility.