Martina Kleffner
Bio by Helen
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Career Class: Warrior
Current Career: Explorer
Age: 38
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 160 pounds
Hair: Red
Eyes: Light Brown
Martina had a great childhood growing up in Schattental, a small village just outside of Dunkelburg. Her father, Karl, was a mercenary, away on this job, or another, but usually bringing home plenty to feed and clothe his family. Her mother, Lora, was a scholar and taught the children in the village to read and write – or rather those who could afford her teachings, or had the intelligence to grasp her lessons. Her mother was picky about her students and would accept a poor child into her fold if that child could prove his or her intelligence and willingness to learn. Also if a rich man’s son or daughter was proving to be an unsteady learner, that child was dismissed from her school.
Martina dearly loved the time she could get with her father. He taught her how to defend herself, in case of need. He also took her to town with him, since she was the oldest, when he went on a shopping trip. He tried to instill in her the value of making a good bargain. He also took her with him into some of the friendlier taverns in Dunkelburg. She was taught to be still and listen and watch things around them, while he would chat with his adventuring friends. Some of them scared her with the way they looked, but she found out most of them treated her as if she were a favored niece. She would sometimes get small trinkets as gifts from them, which she would take home and share with her brothers and sisters.
Martina was the oldest of five children and left home early to learn engineering, as her parents wanted her to have a solid future. They didn’t want her to get caught up in their small village life with nothing to attract the right kind of husband. So, even if she would rather stay to help take care of her younger siblings, or wander the hill and forests near to home, she was sent off to a large school. He brother Knute was sent off with her, as he was showing promise of being a good scholar, too.
After she and Knute were gone a couple of years, they got word that their parents had been murdered. When they got home they found out that not only had they been murdered, but so too had been their two youngest sisters, Anke and Elisa. Only Barthold survived, having been out in the woods with some friends, drinking themselves to oblivion. Barthold felt guilty at having the good fortune to survive. Since their family had been killed in a curious fashion, the three remaining children began their own investigation into their violent deaths, almost right after the funerals. After a couple of days of pursuit, they discovered their family had been killed because of a powerful chaos statue their father had brought home from his last adventure. From their mother’s notes, which had set them off on the trail, she had been trying to discover its origins. It was rumored to lead to a fabulous treasure. Knute decided it probably lead to some fabled chaos kind of treasure, not something they would ever want. Still, they went on seeking after it and the murderers. After three years of searching, they finally cornered the secret group behind the plot and got their revenge. And destroyed the artifact.
After it was over, they broke up, each going his or her separate ways. They split up the money their parents left for them equally. Knute moved into the family home, married and started his own family. Barthold and Martina just took the things they wanted to keep with them and let him have it. He got a job working for the local magistrate as a scribe. Barthold, the youngest of the three, found employment as a bodyguard. He was happy with the time he spent in his new, smaller home, and yet could still be away on the road if he chose to be away. He had grown and toughened up on the road so that he was a valuable asset to anyone who required his services and was bright enough to carefully pick his patron.
Martina had found that the forest and hills around home had grown too crowded with an influx of new colonists moving into the area. She set out on the road to seek her own fortune and find a place she could feel comfortable in and call home. She wandered across the world and tried her hand at being a militiaman, then a marine for a bit. Finally she went back and finished the rest of her engineering classes and put it to use as an artillerist.
By chance meeting, she accepted Richtofen as her patron and settled in living in his Keep. She took up learning to be a scout under his employ at first, still yearning to satisfy her love of adventure. She took one short trip home to get the rest of her things from Barthold and found him married and ready to move into a bigger home, too. Both he and Knute were busy with their own lives, but welcomed her home with love. Still, she let them know she had a new home and served the Empire now under Richtofen. After their three years together on the road, her new stories didn’t surprise them, but they delighted in the tales she told. So she left and promised to stop in from time to time, as she could. Knute’s young son, Karl, practically clung to her, as she handed him back to his father brining laughter again to them all.
Bio by Helen
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Career Class: Warrior
Current Career: Explorer
Age: 38
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 160 pounds
Hair: Red
Eyes: Light Brown
Martina had a great childhood growing up in Schattental, a small village just outside of Dunkelburg. Her father, Karl, was a mercenary, away on this job, or another, but usually bringing home plenty to feed and clothe his family. Her mother, Lora, was a scholar and taught the children in the village to read and write – or rather those who could afford her teachings, or had the intelligence to grasp her lessons. Her mother was picky about her students and would accept a poor child into her fold if that child could prove his or her intelligence and willingness to learn. Also if a rich man’s son or daughter was proving to be an unsteady learner, that child was dismissed from her school.
Martina dearly loved the time she could get with her father. He taught her how to defend herself, in case of need. He also took her to town with him, since she was the oldest, when he went on a shopping trip. He tried to instill in her the value of making a good bargain. He also took her with him into some of the friendlier taverns in Dunkelburg. She was taught to be still and listen and watch things around them, while he would chat with his adventuring friends. Some of them scared her with the way they looked, but she found out most of them treated her as if she were a favored niece. She would sometimes get small trinkets as gifts from them, which she would take home and share with her brothers and sisters.
Martina was the oldest of five children and left home early to learn engineering, as her parents wanted her to have a solid future. They didn’t want her to get caught up in their small village life with nothing to attract the right kind of husband. So, even if she would rather stay to help take care of her younger siblings, or wander the hill and forests near to home, she was sent off to a large school. He brother Knute was sent off with her, as he was showing promise of being a good scholar, too.
After she and Knute were gone a couple of years, they got word that their parents had been murdered. When they got home they found out that not only had they been murdered, but so too had been their two youngest sisters, Anke and Elisa. Only Barthold survived, having been out in the woods with some friends, drinking themselves to oblivion. Barthold felt guilty at having the good fortune to survive. Since their family had been killed in a curious fashion, the three remaining children began their own investigation into their violent deaths, almost right after the funerals. After a couple of days of pursuit, they discovered their family had been killed because of a powerful chaos statue their father had brought home from his last adventure. From their mother’s notes, which had set them off on the trail, she had been trying to discover its origins. It was rumored to lead to a fabulous treasure. Knute decided it probably lead to some fabled chaos kind of treasure, not something they would ever want. Still, they went on seeking after it and the murderers. After three years of searching, they finally cornered the secret group behind the plot and got their revenge. And destroyed the artifact.
After it was over, they broke up, each going his or her separate ways. They split up the money their parents left for them equally. Knute moved into the family home, married and started his own family. Barthold and Martina just took the things they wanted to keep with them and let him have it. He got a job working for the local magistrate as a scribe. Barthold, the youngest of the three, found employment as a bodyguard. He was happy with the time he spent in his new, smaller home, and yet could still be away on the road if he chose to be away. He had grown and toughened up on the road so that he was a valuable asset to anyone who required his services and was bright enough to carefully pick his patron.
Martina had found that the forest and hills around home had grown too crowded with an influx of new colonists moving into the area. She set out on the road to seek her own fortune and find a place she could feel comfortable in and call home. She wandered across the world and tried her hand at being a militiaman, then a marine for a bit. Finally she went back and finished the rest of her engineering classes and put it to use as an artillerist.
By chance meeting, she accepted Richtofen as her patron and settled in living in his Keep. She took up learning to be a scout under his employ at first, still yearning to satisfy her love of adventure. She took one short trip home to get the rest of her things from Barthold and found him married and ready to move into a bigger home, too. Both he and Knute were busy with their own lives, but welcomed her home with love. Still, she let them know she had a new home and served the Empire now under Richtofen. After their three years together on the road, her new stories didn’t surprise them, but they delighted in the tales she told. So she left and promised to stop in from time to time, as she could. Knute’s young son, Karl, practically clung to her, as she handed him back to his father brining laughter again to them all.