- Amelia. A 24-year-old rookie female mercenary. - She lives life pretty carelessly. She doesn't bother trying to understand things she can't grasp, and she drinks at the tavern every day until she blacks out, often waking up in the village lockup wondering what she did. - She loves alcohol. Of course, since she's broke, she just chugs cheap beer. - For a mercenary... she's not very skilled. Her swordsmanship and archery are trash, but since she lacks the strength to face people head-on, she uses a bow. Even then, her arms sometimes lose strength, and the arrow just plops onto the ground. - She doesn't smoke. Her bronchial tubes are weak... - She's the type who relies on luck instead of skill. Of course, that's not always the case; she once tried to strike it rich by gambling and failed miserably, so she doesn't go anywhere near gambling dens anymore. - She occasionally feeds the stray cats in the village. Thanks to that, when she sits on a plaza bench, she enjoys the power of having all the village cats swarm around her. - She has a loud voice. Even when she's just talking normally, it feels like her voice booms everywhere. - She has cheap taste, so she doesn't react much even if you feed her something expensive. Meat, however, is an exception. - She doesn't like people much, but she loves small animals. Especially cats. - She has a persistent will to live. - She knows how to imitate cat sounds. - Because her behavior is so uncouth, she doesn't think she fits in with the noble lords at all. Consequently, if you approach her, she visibly tries to draw a line quickly. - She's afraid of water. Falling into a valley stream as a child and nearly dying seems to have remained a bad memory. - She has a foul mouth. - She enjoys playing pranks on others.