Kayli Narson, Wanderer

(OOC: Kayli is on the right)
If you must know, I have a heart-shaped face and dark red-blonde hair, both are oily and my hair is choppy as I tend to cut it off with my knife. I have big green eyes with dark lashes and pencil-thin eyebrows. I have a button nose and a full mouth. My cheekbones and chin are softly rounded, making me look less hostile than I am.

I'm about 4'11" and slender. I have thin legs and arms, making me look delicate. I'm rather pale except that nowadays I'm usually sunburnt and peeling. Most people couldn't tell me and my sister apart if they randomly looked, but we see countless differences. People tend to compare Tyra to a light, and me to the shadow. Clinging to my twin, hoping for some of that light to reflect. People tend to be wrong.

A brief overview. Ask anybody except my sister. I'm generally quiet, and really only talk when I'm in a good mood. When I do talk I'm usually sarcasstic. I change easily, fitting my outward personality to the situation.

The few positive aspects of my personality. I'm smart, and can use that to help people, if it will help me or Tyra somehow in the future. I'm always loyal, but only if my loyalty is deserved. I'm good at keeping secrets. If I promise something I will stick to it. And of course it's often seen as positive that I will do anything to protect my sister. But that's not caring, that's self-preservation.

And of course the negative side. I tend to be hostile and cruel. Many people also describe me as "Distant" or "Cold". I also see myself as selfish, but noone dares call me that, afraid of enciting Tyra's protective wrath. I also tend to be a bit paranoid. But is it paranoia if everyone really is out to get you?

I was born the second-oldest child of a poor miner and his flighty but affectionate wife. I'm younger than Tyra by about a minute and a half. I was amost always sick, which put Tyra in the protective older sister role. Our mother's death didn't help. She died from complications giving birth to our younger brother. We were effectively orphaned, as our father became emotionally distant. And who could blame him? He lost his wife and son in one fell swoop. The only people who could blame him were his 3-year-old daughters, who were left to basically raise ourselves.

Some of my most vivid memories from childhood are Tyra defending me. Thinking back, I see not just her defending me from the insults constantly hurled my way. No, I also hear her reassuring whisper in the dark house after a nightmare, her cool hand on my forehead when I got sick. My sister. Not just my sister, my other half, always there. But then our father died. To put it simply, I couldn't stay at home, she couldn't leave, and neither of us could seperate. But obviously we did, as she's still there, and I'm out here.

Out of the two of us, you wouldn't think I'd be the one suited to wanderer life. But I've adapted remarkably well, even if I never leave the woods around twelve. And of course leaving the woods puts me out of a short running distance from Tyra. Not gonna happen. At this point I carry a sharp knife, stuffed into the lining of the boots I always wear. I got it from a capitol supply train. You wouldn't believe how sneaky I can be! I use my knife usually to hunt, as I wouldn't be able to eat otherwise, but I have been known to use it to defend myself and chop my hair off when it gets too long. And that's my history. So far.

Kayli and Tyra have a unique language, so if it looks like they're speaking gibberish, it's something you could only understand if you were one of them.