Katja Wynter
 Katja (Kat) Wynter
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Highlander |
| Citizenship | Limsa Lominsa |
| Age | 26 |
| Guardian | Nymeia, the Spinner |
| Occupation | Weaver |
Contents
Character
General
- Pronunciation: KAHT-yah Winter
- Nameday: 8th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon.
- Laterality: Left-Handed
- Marital Status: Single
- Place of Birth: Ul'dah
- Alignment: Choatic Good
- Religion: Katja follows the Twelve, though she isn't extremely devout.
- Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Appearance
- Height: 6'1"
- Weight: Slender (don't ask for more than that!)
- Skin tone: Dark Brown
- Hairstyle: Ponytail
- Hair Color: Black
- Eye Color: Pale Blue
- Clothing: Anything cute
- Tattoos, Scars, Piercings? None...yet.
Behavior
Combat
General
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Tendencies
Likes
- Music, Theatre, Dancing
- Sailing
- Fashion
- Riddles (she's awful at them)
- Sports
- Swimming
- Sunbathing
Dislikes
- Failing (at anything)
- Desert Sand (beach sand is okay!)
- Whiskey (bad experience)
Hobbies/Talents
- An extremely good swimmer
- Can ride a chocobo
- Gossip/socializing
- An adept healer (though she's not one to draw attention to it)
Other
- Katja is terrified of spiders.
- She talks in her sleep.
- She is also very superstitious.
Relationships
Family
- Father: Olof Wynter, 50, Status: Alive, Ul'dah.
- Mother: Letta Wynter, 49, Status: Alive, Ul'dah.
Friends
- (( Will add to this soon! ))
Enemies
- None yet.
Rumors
Common Rumors
- "That is one loud woman. Fun to be around, though." - Limsa Lominsa resident.
- "That girl swims like a fish. Better, even." - Costa del Sol beach bunny.
- "Saw 'er tackle a rowdy patron for getting a bit too handsy with a lass. She can tackle me any day, I say." - Wineport tavern patron.
Moderate Rumors
- "Heard her singing in her room. I'd have liked to cut my ears off if it would've worked." - Innkeeper.
- "Lady leaped on the counter like her life depended on it when she saw a spider." - Laughing Lalafell.
Rare Rumors
- "Her ma is a healer, too. S'where she got it from." - Childhood friend (Ul'dah).
- "Ain't seen her 'round in a bunch o'years. Not since she had it out with 'at one bloke." - Former neighbor (Ul'dah).
PC Rumors
- (Feel free to add some rumours!)
History/Timeline
Katja was born into relative obscurity in one of Ul'dah's many average neighborhoods. Growing up, she drove her parents crazy with a thousand different exploits, ranging from teasing the neighbors' dogs to pranking the neighbors themselves. It wasn't until Katja's teens (and thus her discovery of the opposite gender) that Olof and Letta realized what a problem they had on their hands. Hoping to cure some of Katja's dreaminess, Letta began to teach Katja a bit of Conjury.
Much to Letta's surprise, her daughter took to Conjury quite well, displaying a natural talent for the craft. It wasn't, however, enough to curb Katja's appetite for excitement. The struggle to reign in the gregarious girl was a daily one, and a losing one at that.
When she turned 17, Katja decided she no longer needed rules. Had her parents known she was going to leave, they might have chained her to her room. Alas, their daughter sneaked out and escaped with a boy she'd been seeing. For two years, they'd lived together in a small flat in one of Ul'dah's seedy back alleys. Their relationship was a rocky one to say the least. One minute they'd be laughing and carrying on like they were the perfect pair, but the next they'd be fighting over Twelve-knows-what.
It was nearing summer when a 20 year old Katja ran from the apartment, a bruise forming under her eye. The boy, whose name she refuses to ever speak again, was already a fading memory as the young woman ran through the rainy alleys looking for an escape. Not once did she consider going back to her parents. No, Katja was determined to return to them a success.
Instead, she lucked into a courier job from one of the local merchants. He had a crate full of jewelry made with cheap stones found in Ul'dah's mines that he'd intended to sell at a premium in another market. Katja had found her ticket out of Ul'dah at last.
As she stepped off the boat in Limsa Lominsa, Katja knew she had found her home. This place fit her. It -WAS- her. Over the years, she's worked a hundred odd jobs to make a living: waitressing, babysitting, house cleaning. Those jobs, though, could not dampen the excitement that each day in the coastal city brought her. Katja spends much of her time at the beach, mingling and socializing with the other beachgoers. In fact, that's where she is now...
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