"And Tauryn was born, like her mother, in a storm..."

Tauryn moves with all the air and presence of a highborn Gondorian Lady: every word proper, every step certain. She stands some 17 hands tall, her waist-length fine blonde hair nearly always neatly braided into a tightly coiled and somewhat elaborate arrangement resting at the base of her skull. Her rich and piercing cerulean blue eyes are striking. Her high cheekbones are sculpted perfection; even the scar on the right somehow makes them seem more artful. Her generous lips often rest in a warm and authentic smile.