Name: Bhima [ meaning "terrible" or "formidable" ]
Race: Alkidike
Gender: Female
Base Traits: violent, mercurial, tragic
Class: prentice > blade > warrior > amazon [ dual blades ]
Personality: Bhima hates the enemies of her tribe... and you. At least, that's what she'd have you believe. She hunts without mercy, and simply waits for a Shifter attack. Violence is her life, and even small problems are solved with fist and blade. She does not have friends, nor does she desire them. At the very least, while she may not want to take part in small talk, any woman in her tribe or her party are met with fierce loyalty and solid teamwork. Whatever the means, Bhima is determined to reach the end with as little expense as possible, and assuredly wouldn't leave her fellow tribeswomen bleeding alone... not for long, anyway. Children and her mother do not see her anger, although she rarely smiles to even them. Inside, though, poor Bhima feels a bizarre pain and longing that she could not possibly express in any other way than stabbing several more practice dummies to ribbons.
Description: Tall and extremely fit, as leanly muscular as Alkidikes are. Her head is shaved, lest fancy dreadlocks get caught on someone's sword or in something's mouth. Her breasts are extremely small.
Clothing: She is not so worried about her top half, although everything inappropriate is always covered. Larger tops are just more area to be caught in battle, and so minimal straps and strips or armless tops are necessary. Upon her lower-half, however, she tends to keep pants made of leather, laced together and more loosely at the ankles and knees for movement. Sometimes she will wear a loincloth, but generally only if her pants are beginning to wear in her crotchal-region.
Accessories: Come on now, dangling only means danger! She does have a small emergency kit strapped to her waist, but it is only ever worn when she's out hunting or otherwise adventuring. There is a small trinket always on her person, but it is not wearable.
History: Bhima's mothers went about reproduction in the usual way, watching a tiny child roll from the comforting arms of a lotus plant. They raised their daughter well, to be strong and kind, and were somewhat guilty of spoiling. Come her early adolescence, though, Bhima began to disappear into the forest for hours or days at a time before reappearing. This trend continued, the girl refusing to explain herself, much to her mothers' frustration. Then one day Bhima returned home angry and took a sharp blade to her scalp, removing the glorious, long dreadlocks she had boasted since childhood. The jaunts out into the forest stopped, but Bhima seemed to be growing angry and resentful of the world around her, adding to her natural fiery temper. One of her mothers, Ishida, passed of disease fairly recently and disrupted her chance to leave the family home as well as her emotional stability. Her surviving mother, Chike, has taken the loss rather hard even after the passage of time, but Bhima has taken to trying to care for her and keep her company the best she can. Chike is perhaps the only one to have seen a smile from Bhima in years.
