Author Games: Dungeon Brawl

Hero: Kenna Ashfyre

Author: brittni-anderson

Name: Kenna Ashfyre (don't worry, she does not also go by 'Ash')

Age: Appears to be in her late twenties, but is much, much older

Race: Most people would think her a fire witch, though that is not her true form

Personality: Reckless should be Kenna's middle name. Trouble too. The last few years of her life have mostly entailed looking for trouble and running straight into it. She's the stab first, ask questions later kind of person. Kenna cares very little what other people think of her, which is just as well, she cares very little about others. Her mouth is far too smart for someone who values her life. It's gotten her in at least three near-death situations in the last week alone.

Appearance: Looking at Kenna is like looking at the sun. Brilliant. Bold. Beautiful. Her appearance has attracted many a forlorn lover, some men, some women. All left heartbroken when they woke, alone in a cold bed. Her wavy red hair cascades in waves down her back, like a river of fire. But it's not her hair, the splattering of freckles across her soft cheeks and perfect nose, or her full, red lips that people notice first. It's her eyes. Gold as a crown, vibrant as a dragon's scale. Those eyes see everything. And look for nothing.

Kenna is usually dressed in black fighting leathers that stick to her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. On the rare occasion when something a bit more upscale is required, she might be persuaded into something with a little color. But good luck getting her to wear anything she can't fight in.

Backstory: Kenna was not always like this. Perhaps once, she was considered gentle. Maybe even sweet. She spent most of her life living in the mountains among her once-fabled kind. She spent time with her family. At some point along the way, she found a lifemate. He was handsome, smart–her equal in every way. It was a simple life, but it was perfect.

Until her people were called upon to lend aid in a great war fought long ago. Kenna went to help, as did the rest of her tribe. It was that choice that became their ultimate downfall. Many of her people fell during the war. Immortality means nothing against blades dipped in the blood of gods. And it means nothing when her people fell in their true form.

Since then, Kenna has been on the run. Running from the people who hunt her kind. Running from her past. From herself. From the secrets that burn her from the inside.

Weapons/skills: Kenna always keeps an ornate, silvered sword at her hip. Blades are not her favored style of fighting, but they are safer. Over the years, she has become quite adept at wielding her sword. Kenna can create and manipulate fire, which helps her keep the guise of being a fire witch.

Anything else: When Kenna bleeds, she bleeds gold.

She has a tattoo on her back, one that gives away her true nature, which is why no one ever sees her with her shirt off (even all her lovers).