NAME: Ilse Dobreyn
AGE: 26
GENDER: female
APPEARANCE: Standing 5'9", Ilse is tall for a woman, but her slender figure is more to be noticed than her height. Curly, light blonde hair hangs below the middle of her back. Some strands have grown so light, they're almost silver in the light. Her eyes are a light blue. Her skin is fair and smooth, although lately a familiar crease has made a home on her brow, leaving a serious and knowing look about her. In her maidenhood she was a beautiful girl with energy and brightness - while her face remains mostly unchanged, her features show more of a reserved personality - call it a loss of innocence. A scar across the left side of her neck is still red, but healed.
CLOTHING: She wears a long, charcoal traveling cloak tied at the top with a seemingly out of a place piece of twine. Beneath this she wears a simple blue dress with a loose leather belt slung over her hips.
WEAPONS: Ilse is not skilled with any weapon, but carries a dagger on her belt.
BELONGINGS:
Her WEDDING BAND, which she keeps tucked away in a satchel.
Dry materials for a POULTICE, meant to treat her own wound if it festered again, but it never did.
Some COIN, the only gift left by her savior and it isn't much.
PERSONALITY: Ilse grew up with a bright disposition. Always quick to laugh and play, which is not difficult to maintain into adulthood in an easy life. These days she's quite solemn and doesn't say much more than is necessary. She's quite the mediator - with a soft voice and good temperament. She's not afraid of conflict, but she doesn't go in guns blazing when there's an argument to be had. She's always thought of herself simply as a mother; caring towards others and always present when needed whatever the need, but lately its difficult to find much to care about, including herself.
HISTORY: Her family was a noble one and like all daughters of noblemen, Ilse was trained in the arts and graces. She's quite the harpist and has a beautiful voice; her stitches are always straight and she speaks several languages. Of course, what all of these skills amount to is nothing useful in the real world. She married an elder son and bore him a daughter and an heir within the first years. She was a loving mother and a capable wife. Ilse was satisfied.
Then her husband was named traitor to the King and all happiness seemed lost to her. Ilse begged him to flee, but he refused to forfeit his wealth and position for life. What was life without it? When they came to retrieve him, he did the deed himself; he took his children with him and tried to take his wife. The soldiers discovering them took the body of her husband for the records and left the others to be cleaned up later. Ilse sustained a shallow cut on her throat and a stab wound in her abdomen. The children were long dead when one soldier returned. He had been a close friend of the Dobreyn's before the declaration. He was torn by it, but ultimately stayed loyal to duty. He could properly bury the dead, though. He wrapped the children in sheets and carried them out to the wagon. Finally he came for Ilse, who opened her eyes meekly when he raised her onto the sheet.
Though they were alone in the large home, he said nothing and covered her the same as her children and carried her to the wagon outside. He took her to a discreet man outside the boundaries of the city and left her there. He did not take chances returning again. After a few weeks of care, her wounds were healed and her keeper, whose very name she did not know for his infallible silence, beckoned she take her leave. She has been on the road since.
