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Between hunting animals and hunting men, you'd be surprised how often the animal puts up more of a fight.

Social Rank: 8
Concept: Prodigal Mercenary
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: None
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Religion: Shamanism
Vocation: Soldier
Height: 5'7
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brownish-Gold
Skintone: Sun Baked

Description: A deliberate pattern of raised scars frame her face, notably on her chin, her jawline, along her cheek bones, and across her forehead, serving to accent features that were already sharp and severe. Her skin is sun-baked and weather-beaten, as if she's spent the vast majority of her life outside, and there's no shortage of cuts, scrapes, idle bruises and less deliberate scarring about her--minor to major--to suggest a life spent living, and living hard. Her hands are particularly well calloused and worn. Her eyes are a brownish-gold, particularly the latter in good lighting. She wears her hair cut very short on the sides of her head but allows it to grow somewhat longer on top, where it's usually pulled back into a simply knot. Two raven feathers are the only adornment here, and her hair is so black that it's easy to mistake them for part of this unusual style. She is built for her work, wiry and tightly muscled, and when she moves, her step is light and deliberate.

Personality: Shard is not someone who makes friends easily. She's often dour, and given to biting sarcasm when not being overly serious. While she's not lacking for a sense of humor, it's often sharp and unpleasant. That said, her loyalty to the Valorous Few has not been in question since signing on, and she's been a diligent soldier, if not necessarily the most pleasant of fighting companions. While she has her own, often small and private set of principles, Shard is largely an open pragmatist in how she behaves and how she operates, something that typically serves her well in her line of work.

Background: Shard grew up in the wilds, an Abandoned child in an Abandoned tribe, far north of any civilized territory. She's not free with details, though it's clear that by the time she was grown she'd learned the arts of both hunting and war, things she claims are not nearly as different from each other as a lot of people would like to find comfort in believing. She met Audric and a group of his sellswords while they were out on contract, and without much apparent convincing signed on with the Valorous Few, leaving her old life and her tribe behind forever. She keeps her reasons close, but perhaps she wanted a change. Or perhaps she just has a mind for survival and didn't need eyes to see which way the wind was blowing. Either way, the story goes that she swore an oath of loyalty to the Crown when she joined up and no man or woman that was present will say otherwise.

Relationship Summary

  • Audric - Employer
  • Name Summary