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Kyra Solenne Thorne - Details

Born

03 March 4129

STR

14 (2)

DEX

16 (3)

CON

15 (2)

INT

18 (4)

WIS

12 (1)

CHA

10 (0)

Administer

-1

Connect

-1

Exert

-1

Fix

2

Heal

-1

Know

-1

Lead

-1

Notice

-1

Perform

-1

Pilot

1

Program

0

Punch

-1

Shoot

-1

Sneak

-1

Stab

-1

Survive

-1

Talk

-1

Trade

-1

Work

2

MAX HP

45

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Technician

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Expert

AC

15

Age

30

Species

human

Gender

female


Backstory

Kyra Solenne Thorne spent her early years at the Echo Outpost, where her parents were metalworkers in one of the motley repair bays bustling with traders and renegades.

As a young girl, she developed an affinity for machines—learning the fine art of tinkering and tech repair under her parent's watchful gaze. Her mind was as sharp as her tongue, and while kindness didn't always sparkle in her words, her actions spoke volumes.

Known for a fierce work ethic, she rose to manage her own repair team by the age of 25. As a Vraxathi citizen born and raised aboard the station, she experienced the cultural blend and trade secrecy at Echo.

Her unfriendly demeanor served as a shield, as she navigated the ever-shifting sands of alliance and betrayal in a locale rampant with contraband dealings.

When a crew of adventurers came aboard Echo Station and enlisted Kyra's help, she began to realize that there was more to the galaxy than Echo station. When the group invited her to join them and leave the station, she followed her whim and hopped aboard their ship, The Misfortune's Gambit. Now she is the ship's engineer and excited for whatever adventures may come.


Description

Kyra is a statuesque human woman with fiery auburn hair cascading in loose waves down to her shoulders. Her emerald green eyes, sharp and observant, rest beneath subtly arched brows. High cheekbones frame her angular face, complemented by a set of full lips often set in a challenging smirk. Her skin is sun-kissed, hinting at a life spent under the glow of welding torches and distant suns. Always dressed pragmatically, she dons a well-worn jumpsuit dotted with patches and pockets, complete with an assortment of tools clipped to her belt and smudges of oil perpetually staining her fingers.
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