Wars end and warriors go home
Armour gets oiled and put away
Swords hang on walls or in dusty halls
Helmets hold flowers or candy or nuts
The memories never fade

She's seen her share
A few scars on her face
Powder and paint won't hide everything
A few silver strands among the black
She earned them all
And now she takes the time to travel
To see things and rest

As much at home sipping wine and making small talk with nobles as drinking beer and laughing in a tavern

Formal gowns or an old campaign coat
each has it's time and place

She does what she wants to now
not just what she has to
and she knows the difference

Be wary of the grown women, girls
They know what they want
And more importantly
They know what they'll settle for



Seems human

Probably in her mid-40's-ish

Deep blue eyes
sometimes sparkling, sometimes tired.

Dark raven hair with a little silver,
barely shoulder length and swept back.

Tallish at about 5'8" in her bare feet

In better shape than most half her age

Dresses for herself not others
Undresses for herself, maybe others

Likes a drink and a laugh
Or a quiet sit with a good book

Often found just taking in the sights
Or sitting in a quiet pub
Or in the gym or off for a run

She does like to enjoy herself
And yes, she very well might
If she's treated right and wants to
Her heels are stylish, not round



ERP-wise prefers things fairly simple
But she can be an enthusiastic partner
If she enjoys the company
Sometimes very enthusiastic
Open to men, hesitant to women
But not for that reason