Aileen Stormborn.

Aileen Stormborn, my first character for my first Pathfinder 2e session.
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Aileen Stormborn
This story actually begins with a dark and stormy night, but not just any storm, but one of those called Perfect Storms. Those who live at sea fear them or simply accept them as a sign of destiny. And destiny, in this story, played a fundamental role. The Captain of the Vessel, Edward Kingston, had recently left with his ship, the Queen Aileen, for a two-year journey, during which he would have to stop at several ports before reaching the distant lands to the East. Having set sail from Port Harvey less than half a day before, they found themselves in the middle of something that not even the most experienced sailor could have predicted: suddenly the sky darkened with black clouds, the winds began to blow from all sides and the ship, a tiny speck in the middle of the sea, found itself facing walls of water tens of meters high. It was all a noise of thunder, broken ropes, wood under tension and men shouting. Only thanks to the temperament of the Captain and his crew, the ship managed to emerge, albeit not unscathed, from that hell of waves.

It was only when everything calmed down and the seagulls returned to whip the air around the ship, that from one of the barrels in the hold, moans similar to those of a frightened animal could be heard. It was to everyone's amazement that from those wooden planks a little creature the size of a loaf of bread was pulled out. A beastkin baby: a little girl with big green eyes, a tail and soft cat ears.

Someone in Port Harvey had abandoned her inside the barrel in the hope that the sea would give her a better fate than the one she would have had in the city.

She was given the name of the ship, as a good omen and a deep bond with it and she was given a surname that would always remind her of what she had faced when she was only a few hours old.

From then on, she grew up on the ship, constantly traveling and learning to move on ropes and sails better than the common people could on the street. She learned the art of firearms and defense with the cutlass and, at the behest of her adoptive father, Captain Kingston, received a heterogeneous education that gave her the tools to be able to deal with any subject. Of course, growing up among dozens of men in the middle of the sea gave her an arsenal of insults, a tendency to exaggerate any story and a remarkable ability to burp on command.

Upon her 18th birthday, Captain Kingston revealed to her the story of her discovery and so, since then, Aileen has wanted to undertake, as soon as possible, a journey that would lead her to discover her origins.

With a peppery temperament and a frank manner, Aileen faces life as she did the first night she came into the world: determined to overcome obstacles, no matter how great they may seem.

She travels light and without frills, never parting with her pistols: Zero & Patience, which not only reflect her lack of aptitude for diplomacy, but she also enjoys imaginary dialogues with the two weapons, in which she questions them on what to do, promptly receiving the answers she already knew she wanted, that is: shoot first, think later.