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Dyrhildr
Dyrhildr
| Name | Dyrhildr |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Sellsword |
| Age | Prime |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Standing 5'9'', the sellsword is a tall leggy woman, her feminine form still noticeable despite her body hardened from use. Her muscle is lean and flat, built up from the demands of a lifetime of being a swordswoman. Her bright blue eyes peer from a suntanned face, under a fall of rich brown hair that gleams with auburn highlights in the sun, revealing her Dalish blood. The daughter of Wilderland and Dale, she is used to hardship, her skin marked with scars of her trade, including two prominent well healed marks on her chin and cheek. Dyr might have been lovely with an easier life and a more gentle upbringing; under the scars and travel grime she has high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a firm jawline with a rather full shapely mouth often twisted in a grin.
Personality: Ever the opportunist, she can be quite charming if crass and enjoys good company. She posses a rather crude, twisted sense of humor and is not shy about teasing people. Normally in good cheer as long as there is coin in her pocket and an ale in her hand, she rarely displays her temper unless pushed hard. When it comes to work, she is all business and tries to take nothing personal when it comes to the job. Though illiterate, she can recognize some words and sign her name, she's also capable of counting and doing basic math. |
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Background
Dyrhildr is from a small village in the hills in eastern Dale. Her father, Guthrum, was sort of the local strongman, he was of Wilderland and had come to take a wife, bringing his sons from his previous marriage. He had a warrior's mentality, easily dominating the sheep herders and weavers of the land. The area is far from the cities with their law and order. She learned from a young age to use weapons and defense, spending more time doing martial training than working a loom or cooking.
Dyrhildr rode with her father and his men at his indulgence when he would collect his "taxes" from local merchants and farmers. When he was killed she left as heir but his eldest son had issue with that and a feud broke out among the siblings that ended with her killing her half brother in self defense. During this squabble some of the local men tired of being extorted rebelled and burned down the holdfast so she decided to get out before getting caught up in the mob. After some roaming she went to Lake town to find work, her talents leaving her with choice of selling her body or sword so she chose the latter, most of the time. Later she moved to Dale, and started working for low rent merchants but had her sights set on a fatter purse and eventually was hired by the wealthy owner of Deepwater Trading to guard his warehouses and caravans.
She became good friends with a young guard named Eroforth and though he's been gone for sometime she finally heard word that he is in Bree. Following the deaths of his mentor and their boss, she is released from her contract and decided to track her old friend down to not only let him know what happened but to see what is keeping him in the isolated town.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies | none |
| Loves | Coin, ale, strapping men, pretty girls, pipe weed, a good fight. Not necessarily in that order. |
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| Hates | Empty pockets, dull blades, and tightwads. Righteous people or those easily offended. |
| Motivation | Money, thrills, and ale. |
| Quotes | "Now that sounds like a drink worth paying for. You don't happen to take gold teeth in trade do you?" |
