Coira

Coira has laugh lines and freckles and one dimple on the right side of her face.

She keeps a torn off guards patch hastily sewn on her arm sleeve.

Never wanting to leave her fathers side, Coira followed his every footstep. Proud that he was more than just a regular gnome, and one of the only gnome guards around. She adored thinking of a future where she'd do the same. Unfortunately that's not how this story ends. Being a guards daughter, she spent a lot of time around the cells. Entertaining the prisoners with songs and games and listening to their tall tales of misadventure. Even as a child she recognized some of them didn't belong in prison at all. They were just victims of circumstance, she pleaded with her father to do something, to "just let the good ones go" to no avail. Overhearing a conversation one day, between a guard and a prisoner that she didn't understand at the time. She asked her father about it, her words made him turn pale, and he had to be reassured as to what she had heard.
Her father inquired discreetly about the matter. Ruffling a few feathers, he was warned by a prisoner that he should leave. He brushed the prisoner off not giving him the time of day. Later that evening as he's not paying attention, one of the cells slowly swing open. A prisoner walks out with a set of keys and attacks him. The father survives the onslaught and buries his axe so hard into the prisoner it cracks. He's then promptly framed for killing the prisoner, and he was thrown into the same cell. The daughter who witnessed everything was being ignored, no one believed her. She pleaded for the prisoner who warned him to come forward. He does, and he apologizes to her before he testifies. The prisoner blames the entire thing on the guard, who ended up dying in prison. This eroded all trust the daughter had in people and justice. She grew up to be the founder of the Cracked Axe Assemblage. A chaotic group who answers to no one, a rebellious number with a strong following, and a slither of morality.

Coira just doesn't want to waste her life, and will live it to the furthest extent that she can no matter how the law feels about it.

She dislikes nice people. She will always look for the other shoe to drop so she can catch it.

Coira only knew her father who died in prison.

Coira finds no solace in religion, but she is a follower of certain gods for the boons they give.

She is very charismatic and confident, she doesn't pretend to be prim and proper and drinking is her love language. She's very good at reading people with bad intentions but gets flustered when people are nice for no other reason. She doesn't like apologies.

When she's excited she'll make a gesture as if she's holding two swords and chopping something in front of her very quickly.

Coira has a black and orange 7 foot basilcat named Punch Drunk. When she has nothing to do she makes keys and hangs them up in makeshift wind chimes.

Coira has a high raspy voice. Her most common insult is "swine fucker" but she peppers in dunce-rat and fairy foot every once in awhile. She has an excellent swearing vocabulary.