Hope this covers all the requirements, besides, two's more fun than one; and after having just one for a very long time, I think it's time for a new character.



Name: Kenya

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Skills: Kenya is a natural tracker. Even though her village frowned on it, she would often be out tracking down some sort of animal. After the villages sheep herd had been taken by outlaws, she tracked them down and just barely let the outlaws go. She was a welcomed hero and hadn’t really been bothered since for her tracking skills.
Kenya is quite good at swordsmanship and could take on any of the towns men in a duel, and almost win every time. After becoming an assassin, her sword ability shot up and few can match her. Though she does know that if she is faced with a Dragon Rider, which would be a challenge that she might not win, and she knows it.
She grew to be an expert in stealth. After so many jobs as an assassin, she has fine tuned it so sharply that she’s able to walk across a floor of glass without doing much harm to herself. It makes it a lot easier to blend in with the shadows, than if it were otherwise.

Race: Human

Hair: Dark auburn

Eyes: Grey

Home Village: A very small village close to Yazuac

Parents: Ella, mother. Payar, father. Both deceased.

Siblings: Gereth – Commander in Galbatorix’s army

Character Personality: Kenya is a hard core girl. She takes everything that is thrown at her with a positive attitude and overcomes the challenge fairly easy. She enjoys any good challenge that tests her limits and pushes her further towards becoming a stronger person, both in mind and body. Sometimes she seems very reserved and shy, but that’s only what she’d want you to think. She’s sharp and more quick than most of Galbatorix’s top servants. Most of the time she keeps herself locked up and just does what she is told, but she does have a soft side. She has a terrible curiosity that often gets her into the worst sort of trouble.
A lot of the time she’ll stick up for anyone that is being pushed around or bullied. She can’t stand anyone who thinks that nothing can stand in their way, so she’ll teach them a lesson in humility. On the rare occasion she’ll open up and is a rather normal person to be around, despite the fact she’s an assassin. She has few friends because of her hard core attitude towards everything, but the ones she does have she holds fiercely next to her heart and would sacrifice anything for them.

Character History: Kenya was born into a small civil war among the surrounding towns. Her older brother Gereth was rarely at home. She grew up around just grownups, seeing as all the other kids were always locked away in their houses. Their parents feared that the worst might happen, or that they might get lost or killed. The town always frowned on her parents as they let her go about. She was a free spirited child. With the freedom to do anything she was a very curious kid, who was always in trouble. Kenya would go around, asking her neighbors why things were, or why they had to have jobs. Kenya was soon the town’s favorite person to be with. She had a cheery disposition and even if she broke something or said the wrong thing, just her innocence would wiggle her out of whatever trouble she had gotten into.
As she grew older, she found that she was rather good at tracking. The first thing that she had succeeded in tracking, and catching, was a mouse in the local stable. At the age of nine she was already exploring the surrounding areas secretly, tracking down the strangest things, but she was good at it. Her brother had been apart of the army for a while, but when he had just stopped coming home, she wondered what had happened. One day she asked her parents as to why Gereth hadn’t been home in a very long time. They had told her he had gotten a higher rank in the arm.
As Kenya grew, so did her brothers position in the army. She would seldom hear about him, but when she did, he was higher among Galbatorix’s ranks. She was curious as to who Galbatorix was exactly, but never really found out.
At age ten she picked up sword play secretly and got quite good on her own training. Slowly she developed on a technique that was quite her own. After a while of developing in her sword skills, she was accidently discovered and ended up in a friendly dual. He had been so surprised at her advancement that the abled men in the town took turns dueling her. Her parents didn’t like their only daughter becoming very unladylike, but they didn’t say anything since she was happy. One day the local sheep herd had disappeared and she secretly left to track them. She had been very successful and had found the bandits about ten miles from the town in a secluded wood. They had laughed when she had challenged the leader to a duel. Though they decided to humor her since they thought it would be fun. After all, she was a thirteen year old girl, who should be at home sewing and taking care of the house.
They were certainly surprised when she had defeated the leader. She told them to stay away from the town, or they’d all meet an unpleasant fate.
No one had decided to go after the sheep, so when Kenya walked to town, shepherding the sheep back to a grazing spot, they only looked at her shocked.
Kenya was about fifteen when Urgals sacked her town with no orders to do so. The village storyteller had taken her away before she could fight. Most everyone in the town was okay, but her parents were among the few who had been killed.
Devastated at her parent’s death, Kenya ran away. After that experience, she had become very secluded and learned to fend for herself. She had cut her hair very short and often impersonated a boy. When she was about sixteen or seventeen, she had accidently stumbled into a rather dangerous mans camp. After being caught, she would have died, but when he had seen that she was a girl, he untied her. He was old, but not so old that he was considered old.
His name was Fen, or at least that is what Kenya called him. He promised her that if she promised not to run away, and learn what he had to teach her, that he’d let her live and give her a home.
That was when her assassin training had begun. Fen had taken all of her untapped potential and quickly worked her senseless. He was always kind to her and was more of a big teddy bear than a highly trained assassin. Together they traveled and became closer than most families were.
With Fen as her mentor she quickly became a quick and agile opponent. Fen would often leave for a little while and return looking more tired and worn out than ever. Kenya would ask him what had happened, but he smiled and shrugged it off while quickly changing the subject.
They had been traveling around for a while, just looking for some sort of opportunity for something. For a few days it seemed like a hopeless search until they had come to Dras-Leona. Fen and Kenya split up for a while. Kenya had come across four men trying to pull a horse out of its stall. Curious she investigated to what was going on.
It had turned out that the horse had gone half mad from its previous owner’s beatings and cruelty. Feeling pity for the creature she persuaded the stable owner to sell the horse to her. After all, what good was a crazy horse?
At twenty two, Fen had told her that it was time they split up. He was getting to old to be an assassin and she was too young to waste her life away watching him. So he past her his possessions and disappeared from her life. She doesn’t know if he’s still alive somewhere, sitting in a small house with a keg of beer in his hand, or if he had passed on.
Since than she has gone about doing the same jobs that she had questioned Fen about when he was away. She was soon a deadly opponent and soon was given the title “Ghost Assassin” and became greatly feared among the evil rich men who wondered if they were finally in for it or not.

Weapons: All of her weapons had come from Fen when he left her everything.
She has a short sword that is the only visible weapon, along with her long sword, both residing on either hip. Kenya has 13 throwing knives, each of which has a different jewel embedded in the handle; each one hidden in a different place in her layers of clothes. She has three poison darts which she only uses as a last resort. Other than all that she has various daggers and small knives which are hidden in the strangest of places. Lastly she has a long bow, which somehow disappears underneath all her layers. Kenya only ever uses one arrow, which oddly enough, she ends up reunited with.

Likes: A good challenge, the quiet, small towns, intelligent animals, people who provide a good conversation, and big thunder storms.

Dislikes: Pompous men who think that women are inferior and won’t ever amount to anything other than someone who produces heirs, a very bright light, and Urgals.

Animal Companions: Her horse Deyl’on, which she had brought back to sanity through a gentle hand and soft words. Dey’lon stands at about 18 hands and is a shocking black, blending in easily with the dark.

Character's Physical Description: Kenya is always wearing at least nine layers of clothes, one to conceal her many hordes of weapons, and it also keeps her warm in the cold. Even with all the layers, her clothes are terribly travel worn and would fall apart if she hadn’t had them put on in a certain way, and had her weapons arranged in a certain order. It never really occurred to her to buy new clothes.
She stands at about 5’3”, which is quite short considering the profession she was in. Even though she is a very tiny person in stature and build, she is much stronger than her appearance gives way. All her muscles are lean and barely noticeable.
Her dark hair is cropped very short and spikes out, no matter what she does.
She tends to keep her hood up, or at least most of her face. She doesn’t want to risk being seen by unfriendly eyes. When her face is uncovered, she has sharp features, but they are well defined and very pleasant to the eyes.

Dreams for the Future: None really, she just goes with the flow.
Reason for Dreams: She doesn’t have any reasons since she doesn’t have any dreams, at least not currently.

Alignment/side: Neutral, but is more help to the Varden than to Galbatorix.

Thanks!

Of course, i accept Dont forget about Erais' brother, too.

Thanks Shade!

Yay! *Claps hands excitedly* I thought I might try and do a really good job, see if I can get three approvals without having to change anything. I think it worked