Yasaste

Hair as raw, undyed gossamer, a pale golden blonde easily mistaken for the warm glow cast by flickering candlelight. It fell in soft waves, not quite verging on curls, to pool over the woman’s shoulders; often it hid her pointed ears. The rest of her was not so striking and delicate.

Brutish and rough, although tempered by the slender limits of her elfen heritage, her broad shoulders and defined arms showed her strength, and her uncouth words showed her demeanour. Almond eyes of pitch usually fell hooded, unreadably aloof. Her countenance was tempered by a slim, unremarkable nose, full round lips almost sweet if they weren’t held in a perpetual frown or half-sneer. Her expression rarely verging from impassive, irritated.

The look was coupled with a rigid military baring, hidden under black leather armour and chainmail, a tall red tunic under a chest plate, leather bracers and gloves; an armoured skirt protected her lower vitals, and wide hips sheathed a sword. Her soft curls were often swept back behind an intimidating black headpiece.

A woman of few words, the kind to take orders without question. Loose lips only came upon when the woman drank too heavily—a frequent customer of bars and brothels, the kind to start bar fights and pick up loose women. A lovely lady all around.

Her mother was also in service in Arkenghym's army, and so too, she assumes, was her father. Arkenghym was nice enough to fund her and many other children within the clan's training in the arts of War and Magics, and in return they joined Arkenghym's army upon completion of their schooling.