
Name: Jayden Warrick
Birthplace: Halkirk, Caithness: Scotland
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair: Long, thick, wavy...dark auburn
Eyes: Light green
Skin: light tan
Physique: toned, slender
Jayden grew up knowing about the monsters of the world. She was born in a long line of fighters and knew about the ugliness that hid in the shadows. She'd watched a banshee take her father from them when she was 13 years old in the highland moors around her home as they were battling, her mother hiding her behind a small hill only to go to help her husband to see him struck down by the wicked creature. Her mother used her celtic magick and weapons to bring an end to the banshee but not before her husband and Jayden's father was lost to them. That was when the importance of weapons became foremost in little Jayden's mind. Magick was a necessary evil that her family used, but you needed the right weapon to finish the job as well as the moves to counter an attack. Her family were all careful about not exposing their hidden lives as well as the magick they sometimes had to use to finish the job when weapons weren't enough.
Since that day, Jayden has trained beneath the watchful eye of her mother, grandmother, aunt, and cousin. She learned weapons and strategies first and it was ingrained into her how important it was to use the magick only when absolutely needed. She trained in the art of their ancestors' celtic ways learning how to fight like the wolves they had been compared to. Rush in, strike, draw blood and retreat only to repeat the attack, wearing your opponent down, waiting for the right moment for the final blow. That was ten years ago. Now, she has been sent to America to give aid there while her family continue to wage war in Scotland.
(more to come)
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Judge not nor fear that or those which you do not understand, for it or they may be someone or something that will aid you in the trials of your life.