Race/Ethnicity: Native to Bree

Names: Cisel is her natural born name given to her by her brother Alex shortly after her birth.  Many in Bree know her as Pup, a nickname given to her by Aeonid when she was 14.  Out in the Lone Lands she is known as Rowan.  Many may not know her real name out that way.

Skin Tone: Slightly tanned from time spent in the sun with bits of freckles down her arms due to sun damage.  Her skin is rough with thick callouses on her feet and hands indicating her living a life of poverty where she had to work instead of having others attend on her.

Height: Fairly tall for a Breeland maiden, although still shorter than the average Gondorian or Rohirrim still

Build: Muscular for a woman implying she may have done some sort of manual labor most her life

Eyes: Green with hints of gold specks near the pupil

Hair: Dark brown hair that is fairly short and is poorly chopped on the ends leading to fuzziness.

Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: She has many cuts and scars across her body and freckles on her face and arms.  One notable one is on her left thigh.  Often she sports a few bruises here and there although rarely anything terribly extreme.

Appearance: Cisel's age is hard to determine from her face and voice, but it is clear after watching her for a little while that she is more youthful than she initially appears.  She is surprisingly muscular for a woman of her stature.  Her face is covered in freckles, her hair a dark brown color, and her skin is a tanner shade.  She typically wears dull grey or olive clothes that clings with baggy, loose-fit pants.  Bits of leather leather is often mixed in with her boots and gloves to serve as a bit of protection.  Her hair is almost always tangled, despite Cisel's desperate efforts to smooth it out, but the choppy cut leaves her frayed ends.  She has no clue how to properly cut and style her hair in a way that keeps it from puffing out.  In some areas such as the Forsaken Inn, Cisel is known as Rowan.  There, she is often seen wearing a tattered overcoat and a cloak that often hides her womanly figure.  With her shortly cut hair and mud scattered about her cheeks and chin, and the more gender neutral name of Rowan, many often mistake her as a man.  When this occurs, she happily speaks in a more masculine tone instead of correcting them.

Education: You may not hear much about her save for perhaps her fighting skills (can be regarded as good or bad depending on how sober she was when she was fighting the one telling).  She is adept in many skills. She seems rough around the edges, but as one begins to talk to her, she seems to have taken to studying more as she's gotten older.

Languages spoken: Western and vague amounts of Rohirric.  When she speaks, normally she has a heavy Breeish accent; however, in some cases she can fake a different accent.  Over the years her Bree accent has softened save for when she's drunk.  She also has mastered the imitation of a rough man's tone that she uses at times.  

Weapons (if any): Upon meeting her you'd see that she openly carries a thick mace, a few knives, and an old bow with a small set of arrows attached to the saddle of her steed.  However, do note while she's within Bree, she does not carry her mace.  It is often on the saddle of her horse instead as is her larger dagger.  The only weapon she carries within Bree is often a few knives concealed away.

Occupation(s): You can ask her but you may not get a straight answer

Special Abilities/Skills: She doesn't flaunt most of her skills, the only one that may be noted by some around Bree is her ability to steal (although you might question that due to the times she's been caught as a kid)

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: Cisel is has attempted to soften many of her old temper issues. This has led her to try to be more serious and sometimes a bit heartless.  When she is drinking though, her temper does flair up again.

"As ya get ta know someone, then whether they be a wise ol' man or a childish fool will be revealed. Or 'n some cases, ya find em a mix o' both. For me, you'll just find me semi-insane and a whole bunch o' confusion. At least that's what I've been told, I think myself as perfectly normal."