Kimi'mela

"I need to give a quote? What should I say, it's not like anyone cares, right?"

- Kimi'mela herself, when asked for a quote

Appearance
She cuts a far more imposing figure than the average woman, standing at just about 6 feet, or 182cm. Her body is packed with strong muscles from her life of combat and travel, but is certainly not without its fair share of womanly curves, both aspects of which she takes great pride in. Her skin and hair offer a rare juxtaposition, the former dark from her father's Karamjan heritage, and the latter a dark reddish from her mother's own fiery red. Her dark eyes are from her father, completing a look of rather exotic beauty. She bears the scars of her years of travel, light streaks on her dusky skin. Her most visible in a cut under her left eye, the only one on her face. She is far from the textbook standard of beauty, but if you like amazons, prepare yourself for a broken heart.

Early life
Kim Miller was born in Ardougne toward the end of the Fifth age, to a carpenter named Jacques, and his wife, Anne. She grew up in the town, and had every intention of growing up to continue her father's work. That was until the museum north of West Ardougne opened, however. She became immediately enamored with the mysteries that could be uncovered by historical research, and she got her first taste of it when the curator gave her a little task. Nothing serious, as she was still young, but it gave her the taste for questing. Questing for history, that is. In the years to come, "lore" would become just about her favorite word.

Having been raised Saradominist, the Guthixian history of the town also raised her curiosity toward the other deities of Gielinor, particularly those of its history. During her remaining years in the area, she would seek out the Guardians of Armadyl whenever any of them came into town, and listened to their stories about their god, enamored with the mystery of the absent god, and hungering for more.

Adventuring career
When she came of age, she left her home, with her parents' reluctant blessing, and headed east, planning to begin with the exploration of Misthalin and Asgarnia. During her first month, however, she was attacked by Kinshra, and barely escaped with her life, leading her to seek combat training. She found it back home in Ardougne, where she found a taste for melee weapons in particular, along with a lesser enjoyment of ranged combat, and some elementary training in magic.

Now more prepared for her journey, she planned to head east again, until she caught word of the Underground Pass in West Ardougne. Hungry for the mysteries that might lie within, she faked the symptoms of the plague and snuck over the wall and into the pass. She doesn't speak of what happened between the time she entered, and when she came back out, trembling and muttering.

The experience shocked her out of adventuring for several months, during which she carried on in her father's trade, before finally returning to her Eastward journey. This one was much more fruitful, as well as long, than the others, leading her to learn more about the Goblin god and Zaros, both of which fascinated her. She learned more about Zamorak too, but after her experience in the Pass, hatred toward him was already ingrained in her. Guthix fascinated her too, and during her stay, she felt her allegiance lean more towards him.

Her last two adventuring experiences had instilled in her a more tangible fear of death, you see. And with it came a seeking for something higher. Her search, though it remained primarily historical, had taken a turn for the more godly this time. Still, though Guthix seemed very good to her, she wasn't quite sure yet. The idea of a equality between good and evil just did not sit right with her. She hated evil, and all the more so after the Pass. In time, she began to swing more back toward Saradomin, but the various hypocrisies of the church- though she insisted, and continues to insist these are often overblown- kept her from really committing.

Toward the end of her eastward voyage, she braved the cold, inhospitable mountains of Trollheim, and made her way to the Temple of Lost Ancients. She was immediately excited by the history of the dungeon, and even more by the living presence of those who had met their god firsthand. She initially went to the Bandosian Encampment and tried to learn what she could about their god. This, however, led her to quickly realize she did not like him. His ways encouraged, and even imposed ignorance on his followers, who were to follow orders blindly or die. She put on a smile and gave diplomacy her best go, however, for the sake of gathering information, and emerged a few papers of lore heavier.

Armadyl's Eyrie was next for her. She had not learned anything of Armadyl in a very long time, and was eager to rectify that. She was saddened, however, as she learned how their lives had essentially been nothing but war from the moment of their birth. She had expected that of the Bandosians, but to live like this, as adherents to a- as she learned- peaceful god, was just too sad. She left the temple and returned to human lands, gathering as many things as she could take, and brought them back to the temple. Over the next few years she spent nearly all of her time traveling between the two locations, bringing supplies and commodities to the Aviansies and Saradominists of the Dungeon, hoping to bring some light to their lives. For her actions, she was given gifts, including tomes on the lore of the absent gods, which she gobbled up, and Rune Armor decorated with both Armadyl and Saradomin's livery. This finally satisfied her search for which god to follow. Armadyl was, in her eyes, the clear choice, though she still held respect for Saradomin. In return for her actions, they also granted her an Aviansie name: Kimi'mela, which she immediately took to using over her human name.

The Sixth Age
When she heard that the Well of Voyage had been reopened, she headed home, though not without reluctance at leaving her friends in the Temple of Lost Ancients. With the way open, however, Zamorak's influence would have been weakned in the pass, and she felt she needed to face her fear. It took a supreme effort of force down her fears, but she did. Unfortunately for her, her timing was ill-chosen. While she was underground, Guthix was killed. The Battle of Lumbridge began as she emerged on the other side, and the war of the Bird and the Beast had ended before she made it back. It was the threat of Tuska that finally drew her attention away from elven lands. Even then, she arrived only at then end, and was shocked to find a godless faction, and that they were the biggest contributors to the fight.

This shook her. She, who was so devout in her reverence for the gods, could not reconcile the idea of purging their influence from the land. She had seen what people did when they did not face consequences for their actions, and she would not stand for it.

She spent the following month in the company of Taw'paak, performing jobs for Armadyl, and learning more about him in the process. Armed now with a Tuska Spear bearing Armadyl's symbol, and the Runic armor of her chosen god, she devoted her life to his service, though not yet in any official capacity.

Her return to the Temple of Lost Ancients after she had finished her work for Taw'paak, brought with it a surprise: The robes of a Warpriest of Armadyl. These, too, she wore proudly, often alternating between her two chosen outfits depending on her current chosen combat style.

In time, she came to begin conversing with her god directly. Hearing him speak filled her with awe, yet at the same time, calmed her. He was so earnest and humble, she couldn't help but feel as though she was simply speaking with a friend whenever she was in his presence. She loved, him, she realized. More than she had ever loved a man. And likely more than she ever would love again. In her eyes, he was the only beacon of hope in an uncertain future, and she would live for him.

The Guardians
She sought out an official way to serve Armadyl, with more than just her actions as an individual to show for it. Her search took a long time to bear fruit, however. No group of Armadyleans she was looking for was recruiting for anything, or had the authority to do so. During her search she befriended some members of other factions, including a very diplomatic Zamorakian. This one was eventually the one who informed her of a gathering of Armadyleans near the tower south of Falador. When she heard, she dropped everything she was doing and rushed over.

In spite of her eagerness, she waited patiently as they concluded their business before expressing her desire to join them. Her eagerness and earnestness left little doubt among the Guardians that she would make a fine member of their order, and she was initiated that same day, atop the tower, within sight of Armadyl himself.

Though it was mildly frustrating for her to learn that she was beginning at the bottom rank of their order in spite of her past work, it was her first step forward, and she accepted it, determined to rise quickly.

Personality
Kimi'mela can be described rather accurately with a single word: earnest. She believes in absolute honest between friends, without pretense, and strives to always be an open book. She has very few secrets, if any at all. She can be trusted with them if it is necessary, however, as her belief in the greater good is deeply ingrained in her by her Saradominist upbringing. Similarly to Armadyl himself, she believes that diplomacy should be the first option to resolve conflict, and violence should be the last. Her earnestness is often seen as youthful and sometimes almost childish in nature.

This, contrasts with her other aspect: motherliness. When faced with a conflict that doesn't directly involve her, immediately takes on the attitude of a mother. She is kind and gentle, but firm where it is needed, and mature and level-headed for the sake of those she is helping.

Her unique and loving manner, both youthful and motherly, has won the hearts of many over the years, but all have walked away disappointed. She had no interest in companionship beyond adventuring partners in her travels, and now with her love for Armadyl, that is unlikely to change. She accepts and is at peace with the fact that her god will never love her the way she loves him, for many many reasons.

Skills

 * Carpentry - Due to her upbringing.
 * Memory - Primarily for history. She's terrible with names, or remembering things she has to do.
 * Empathy - She can empathize to some degree with just about anybody.
 * Melee - With two-handed weapons in particular.
 * Strength - She prides herself in her impressive strength, and rarely misses a chance to put it to use.
 * Agility - Far more agile than her strong build would have you think.
 * Diplomacy - Her most prized skill.
 * Level head - You're more likely to see a Bandosian bow to Armadyl than to see her panic.

Equipment

 * Full Rune Armadyl armor including shield
 * Full Warpriest of Armadyl outfit
 * Tuska Spear of Armadyl
 * Armadyl cloak and pendant
 * Ranged Armadyl Power Armor
 * Omni Tiara (she really likes that thing for some reason)