((Full bio to come later))

Tall, grim and silent,  she's usually seen with a rather impressive battleaxe strapped to her back. For this reason people tend to avoid her.  

 If she's in a group, she's more often trying to talk to others than not, and is usually quick to smile.  Her strange hair style is suggestive of a rebel soul,  some even suspecting a barbarian attitude from the multitude of braids messily knotted at the back of her head and the strange green patch tousled down into her eyes.  

When asked, she'll claim to be a Guardian of Whitethorn Creche, though why a charity known for being primarily an orphanage would need an armored fighter as a guardian, much less send such a person as a scout into Brassmere and Old Town is a question best left to the Ancients to answer.