Character: Kenna Whiteswan

So in my campaign Kenna was my character, a bubbly way to get details of my world into my campaign without being overt about it, seeing as she is a bard. Originally, we'd all decided no romantic entanglements would happen amongst characters, since we'd done that too many times in past campaigns, but darn it all if Kenna didn't just seem drawn to Tarkil. So there it was.

Kenna is my bubbly light of hope in some dark spots in my book. She also becomes the romantic entanglement of Tarkil's, though it takes some interesting turns to get to that point. Kenna was born to the tavern wench, Jamilia, in Midway and a traveling minstrel named Flynn Whiteswan. Though he wasn't a big part of her life, he did at least see her on occasion and teach her some of his craft. Her mother, being originally from Ariella, taught Kenna the art of seductive dancing as well. Kenna has no brothers or sisters, though she grew up with another bar wench's daughter, along with the tavern owners children. When she was ten, her mother bought her some finger symbols and she begun to perform at the tavern when her mother worked, earning extra money for the tavern as well as for her and her mother.

Kenna is human and all of sixteen winters old. She is five foot tall and 90 pounds wet. She is lithe and graceful in appearance. She has a small waist and bust. Her body is basically a body which is just finding its way to womanhood. Her face is elven in type, though round around the edges, almost heart shaped. Higher cheek bones then normal hold emerald green eyes and her nose is slightly flattened which is typical of her southern heritage. Her complexion is mocha in color, a mix of her white skinned father and dark skinned mother. Her eyes always carry a mischievous glint to them and she is always happy-go-lucky. Her hair is ebony and crinkly curly which falls to her shoulder blades and she wears it loose.

Kenna wears Arabian type baggy pants with overlapping skirt of blue. An off the shoulder white shirt goes to mid forearm with a blue, short vest covering it. Off her belt hangs a sword, which she knows how to use in theory, but isn't good at it, and she wears soft, leather boots.

Kenna can talk your ear off, flatter a person until the cows come home, or be short and to the point. Though the last is hard for her. Generally she is easy going and friendly. She will speak with beggars and wayward children in happy tones, but she can make her point clear when talking to thugs. She isn't likely to raise her voice, but try to soothe things over with her speech or a good song or story.

She sings and dances better then some people twice her age and will someday be a great bard. She doesn't like slavers, Black Wizards, or those who would abuse the weak and oppressed. She does have a slight prejudice against nobles which comes from her father. She is friendly, generous, quick thinking, willing to listen to anyone and entirely too trusting. And she is so generous she has little wealth of her own.

Kenna's weakness is the need to help others worse off then herself, whether truly worse off or just perceived. She dabbles in magic, but is not a mage of any ranking She also, via her father, learned to pick pockets, pick locks, and can sneak as well as any elf could.

In my story Kenna is not only the romantic love interest, but the glue that binds this whole group of misfits together. Everyone finds this urge to protect her and love her bubbly outlook on life, despite the darknesses in their own. Even Tarkil warms up to her over time. Her deepest bond is with Duncan, the elder mage of the party, for she finds him to be the grandfather she never had.
Tomorrow: The Great Library of Stormvale