Marilka, archer
Marilka always knew she wanted to be an archer. From the time she was two she had her own bow and tiny quiver of arrows to shoot at the front gate for target practice. She still remembers the day she shot her first squirrel, and how the gnome cried as he carried it away on his shoulder. She felt badly, and from then on swore to only use her bow for good.
Growing up in Blackfair Manor was a good life. Her father was a fighter for the manor, head of security. He took his daughter on his rounds as well as on hunting trips. She learned to cook over an open fire and sleep under the stars. Her mother made sure she was able to read, and eventually sent her to be tutored with other children. She learned to swim in the Ery River, and to fish for her dinner as well. She felt different from these children, however; she already knew what she wanted her life to be and where she wanted to go: to the city of Greyhawk, to make her way as a fighter for good.
As she grew into womanhood she decided that the time had come for her to find her calling, so she rode off upriver to the city. The day she came to Greyhawk, she was looking for adventure (and a little gold wouldn’t hurt either). Her parents had sent her to training and to school, so she could read and write as well as ride and shoot. She felt ready for whatever fate would bring her…