"Sometimes the things we can't change end up changing us instead."

Rook is a woman at constant odds with her identity; locked in battle with an opponent of her own creation: her gender. Born male, her discomfort with herself took her down many dark paths before she found comfort in the embrace of a long forgotten goddess.

Rook stands several inches below six foot and would not particularly stand out amongst the denizens of Sinifer. Her figure is average, with a small bust - made to seem even smaller still by broad shoulders - but her hips and backside are rather wide and thick, with long, strong legs to carry her. Despite years of constant travel, her feet are well cared for. Her body, when bared, holds some muscle, honed in combat under soft skin.

Her face and clothes are often mirred in dirt or mud, suggesting she is out and about more often than not.

A silver holy symbol dangles around her neck, the fabric underneath it of which covers a faint adam's apple. Her voice is husky but feminine, lilting into something melodic when excited, but almost pained when not.

The sword she carries is a dull instrument of war, worn and scratched but obviously well loved.

She has a penis, much to her chagrin.

Not a knight, nor a pawn, but something in between.