A farmer’s daughter, Ceara was never really cut out for country life. Short, and more then a bit weaker then average, she wasn’t really much help around the farm. On the other hand, the girl was quite bright... and so when an apothecary travelling back to the city mentioned she was searching for an apprentice, Ceara’s parents were quick to volunteer her.
Not that the girl really minded all that much... she missed her parents at first, of course, but she didn’t miss the hard work in the fields one bit... and, while it was a bit overwhelming at times, city life was wonderfully interesting. Even more fascinating, though, was her education... exotic herbs, strange potions, magical salves, more then she’d ever imagined. The girl took to her lessons well, and the woman who’d brought her to the city, while strict, was also an excellent teacher... and as Ceara grew older, a good friend as well. Her education was hardly confined to the shop, either... gathering some more exotic ingredients often involved travelling to rather dangerous locations, and learning to defend herself was something that was rather hard to avoid.
Of course, that was before the plague hit. When it first began, Ceara’s employer was eager to help find a cure, and was often gone for days at a time as she traveled around the countryside, gather half-forgotten herbs and examining the infected. However, she’d always be back within the span of a week at most... until recently. The older apothecary had told Ceara she would only be gone a day or so this time... but she didn’t come back on the second day, or the third... it’s been nearly a month now, and though she’s done her best to wait, to keep the shop open and continue serving the uninfected, she’s become more and more nervous about becoming infected herself... and so after leaving a note in case her employee returns while she’s gone, she’s packed her bag and set out to try and find her.
Ceara was, even as a child, something of a daydreamer... and years of inhaling alchemical fumes, of often using allnight herb in place of sleep, have left her more then a bit scatterbrained. That’s not to say that she’s dumb, on the contrary, she’s quite intelligent when it comes to her craft, and a quick learner... but she’s also easily distracted, more then a bit forgetful, and rather lacking in the common sense department.
Ceara’s bright red hair is almost always tied back in some way or another, to keep it from interfering with her work... however, while she has a bit of a preference for simple ponytails or pigtails, she does enjoy experimenting with other styles when she has the chance. Her skin is rather pale, having spent far more time in the shop or in caves then she’s spent out in the sun, and on her nose are perched a pair of thin-framed glasses... while she’s hardly blind without them, they do help a great deal, and she’s quite reluctant to take them off or set them down unless absolutely necessary. The young woman is a bit on the short side, with modest but attractive curves. She normally dresses in simple, but thick clothes, with a heavy apron for when she’s working, her wardrobe mostly oriented towards protecting her from accidental spills... though she’s also packed a few lighter garments as well that were once worn by her employer in the woman’s adventuring days.