Nielinya

Outwardly gung-ho like a youth on their first adventure away from home, living & dancing exuberantly with utter self-confidence, some may call it recklessness.

A survivor, a fighter of skill and courage, taking her enemies head on, wielding a hand and half sword. This beautiful and deadly weapon was saved from another age, it is a prized possession, perhaps a solitary link with something or someone of great personal value. A lifeline! 

Her armour is strong and durable, not pretty ... designed and made with her own hands to protect rather than impress.

A loner by default rather than character but there is more to this.... All these traits have come from necessity rather than choice.

Those very few who get inside this bravado, this shell of diamond infused mithril forged at the heart of the world may glimpse a different picture. Her eyes .... deep pools, bottomless wells of sorrow, filled with the tears of a long life, a witness to the pain and loss of so many.

Nielinya ... A name she has taken not one given. 

She spent much time away from large gatherings, no big groups or hierarchies and no chain of command. A military order with officers and superiors with 'titles' and ranks does not sit well with her. Marching around, clanking in unison is not her style, neither is guarding a door because someone 'ordered' it.

She has a fear and suspicion of armies, they tend to take on a life of their own and commit acts individuals will not... They talk about things like 'the greater good' and urge individuals to see the 'big picture' to justify some unpleasant deeds in her view.