North of forty, maybe even 50
Just a little frost on her dark hair
Maybe a few chips and scrapes
She's been ridden hard
but put to bed clean and dry

5'7"
lean and fit
Black hair with a little grey
Deep blue eyes

Seen in battle, she carries a well-worn axe, it's sharpened edge glistening in the faintest light, her armour battered and faded but still in good repair with a loud battlecry breaking past the grin on her lips

Seen anywhere else she always has time for a glass of fine wine, refined chat and a delightful double-entendre or a tankard of ale, a good bawdy joke and a blatant come-hither look, life is what the gods gave you, what you make of it is up to you.

She still has her original equipment and it's in fine order, no stretching it out of shape please.
If you have too much wood, she has an axe and doesn't mind whittling things down to size.