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Dame Felicia Harrow

Some walk softly and use gentle means to open their doors. I kick the thing off its hinges.

Social Rank: 7
Concept: King's Own Wrecking Ball
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: Harrow
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Soldier
Height: 5'9"
Hair Color: Copper
Eye Color: Green
Skintone: Fair

Description: Felicia is an attractive woman with a proud bearing. She may not be considered lovely in the traditional fashion, but she possesses a quiet beauty and confident bearing that transform her into something altogether impossible not to watch. Cool green eyes observe the world with careful consideration, as though there is nothing that escapes her purview. Her lush, broad-lipped mouth is, perhaps surprisingly, more given to generous smiles than one might otherwise expect. And, though concealed more often than not beneath her helm, Felicia's thick mane of copper-colored hair is truly her crowning glory. Felicia, however, is not a figure to glance at and dismiss. Tall, long of limb, and strong of arm, she presents an exemplary figure of a knight.

Personality: Frequently Felicia is larger-than-life in most regards. Big gestures, big words, and big actions. Where most people would seek to quietly open a door to sneak in on an enemy, Felicia is the sort to boot down the door with a shout, before charging into the teeth of her enemies. It isn't out of some foolish ideal to prove herself, but simple confidence in oneself. She understands however that while she conducts herself as a knight of the King's Own, she must adhere to and acknowledge the professionalism demanded of representing the Sovereign's loyal protectors. As a result she can often be found to be as professional as she can be given her limited instruction as a Lower Borough-born commoner elevated to knighthood and granted the extreme honor of serving within the King's Own. When she's off-duty however she knows how to cut loose, enjoy a strong drink, and never turns down a friendly brawl. When she chooses a path, she walks it with strength and confidence in herself.

Background: With ancestors who were Prodigal and growing up in the Lower Boroughs, life was far from easy for Felicia. Despite the hardships that the family faced, she and her ancestors did willingly serve the Crown in the form of the Iron Guard. Her great-grandfather, grandfather, grandmother, all the way down to Felicia and one of her other siblings. Service has been something which the family has conducted with stringent adherence to the simple concept: to integrate and find acceptance, one must be willing to serve. And serve the family has, for a number of generations in concurrence.

It was only recent history when a fire broke out in the Ward of the Crown one evening while Felicia and a small number of the Iron Guard were on patrol. A home within the palace's ward was on fire and the majority of the Iron Guard in her presence froze. Notably at least one of them ran off to raise the alarm, but the rest stood marvelling at the flames. Felicia didn't have time for that, she wanted to get home and attend to her little garden, and have a stiff drink. She put boot to door and disappeared inside. Over the course of nearly ten minutes and multiple trips, Felicia was able to recover at least a half dozen nobles from indoors ranging from small children to adults. Covered in soot and reeking of smoke, Felicia had put herself at enormous personal risk on a whim.

As happens when people of merit put themselves at risk for little noticeable gain, it gained the notice of some. In this case it was someone intimately familiar with the Ward of the Crown and that at least held a tacit relationship with the Iron Guard through mutual service. The First Captain at the time of the King's Own, Rymarr, reached out to Felicia. An offer was made, an offer was questioned. She was no knight and the King's Own were a collection of talented knights of varying degrees of skill but most assuredly known for their many acts of bravery and valor throughout the centuries. Rudimentary training was provided by a number of noteworthy names within the King's Own, prior to Felicia taking her oath. Bringing her to speed for the Silver Swords, instilling in her the importance of their duty, their professionalism, and ultimately the demand for their unified front again threats to the Crown.

The price was high, without a doubt, but Felicia became Dame Felicia Harrow. Cast aside some of her obligations and ties beyond the King's Own, but in doing so earned the ability to call herself a knight of the King's Own. Which has also had the fortunate side effect of rarely wanting for at least basic needs. The palace baths? Too die for. Palace food? Amazing. The past few months has been completely worth the need to lay her life on the line in protection of the Sovereign.

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