Scáthach grew up in the poorest district in Xilithin. Her mother, a human, was
a dancer in one of the seedy clubs in the district and Scáthach spent much of
her time there. While she started out as sort of a favorite pet of the other
employees of the club her exotic looks and remarkable grace quickly drew the
wrong sort of attention from the owner, and by the time she was 10 she was
dancing herself. Her mother was able to protect her for a few years from the
most distasteful sorts of 'jobs' the owner wanted her involved in, but the
hard lifestyle and extreme poverty took their toll, and when she was 14
Scáthach's mother died. Left alone in the world, Scáthach quickly determined
that the life of a club dancer was not her desire and she packed up her meager
belongings and never looked back.
While she was alive, the young girl's mother entertained her with stories of
life beyond the city walls, of heroes that lived in the wild and protected
innocents. Scáthach decided that this was a life she wanted to lead, but had
no idea how to get there. To start putting together the funds she would need
to train she turned to a life of thievery, and discovered she was quite good
at it . . . but couldn't quite reconcile the idea of stealing for a living
with that of helping innocents. Her only real thefts, after months and months
of practice, were the scimitar and bow she envisioned the heroes of her
mother's stories using.
Now equipped for a life in her new career, she struck out for parts unknown, a
life on the road . . .
While she practices constantly with her scimitar, she is still far better with
the daggers she keeps secreted about her person. She wears two openly (one on
the outside of her left boot and one at her hip) and keeps two hidden (one
horizontally in the small of her back and one along the inside of her right
forearm). Her garrote is hidden in various places around her body . . . she
changes the location daily.
Physically, Scáthach is quite striking. Short and athletic of build, her skin
is the gray of dark summer stormclouds and her short cropped, kinky hair is
jet black. But her eyes are her most striking feature. The irises are the
color of dark molten rock, and the color appears to be in constant flowing
motion around the pupils.
She dresses in dark leathers, mottled gray and black for camouflage in the
shadows. She wears her scimitar openly and proudly, sheathed on her back with
the hilt over her left shoulder. Her bow is typically slung over her other
shoulder.
