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Fyréga Grimblade
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Name: Fyréga Grimblade
Race: Rohirric Human
Age: 35
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lbs
Appearance:
Fyréga is a perfect example of a Rohirric woman: trim but not skinny, her hands are calloused from long years of sword play, both in practice and in combat, her brown eyes are sharp and keen, and her skin is touched with a ruddy complexion. She will most often wear the court dress, being raised as she was as a lesser noble, but whether in flowing skirts and blouses or in the leather armor of her people, Fyréga stands straight as her blade, familial pride fully evident in the sharp features of her face.
Personality: Life in Middle Earth can be harsh and taxing, and not many things encourage a cheerful attitude. Nevertheless, Fyréga has managed it. Admittedly, it has often come at the expense of politeness: she can be harsh in her humor, unkind in her jokes, and blunt in her speech. Yet she is steadfast in friendship and loyal to the absolute end, her passion seemingly fueled by a fire that can be seen in the light of her eyes.
Biography: Fyréga hails from Rohan, where her father manages a rather outstanding herd of fine Rohirric horses. Over the course of time, through training and experience, the woman has been given the important duty of being her family's representative to other kingdoms. There she makes deals, exchanging horses (highly sought after) for goods the Horse Lords otherwise would be unable to obtain. Dale is perhaps a far bit farther than she'd normally travel, but word has come that King Brand wishes to form a cavalry of his own in the defense of his and his allies. Fyréga has therefore gone willingly, seeking to bring advice and council. And perhaps word of the doings in the South...
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Weapon of choice: Faestoth, or "Fast Tooth", as shown in her grip in the picture above
Clothing/Armor: Fyréga is most comfortable in her court attire: a skirt of forest green, an outer garment of earthen red, and flowing white sleeves. When she must needs take up arms, she prefers to wear a light chain mail covered in a leather jerkin. She carries no shield, preferring versatility and mobility over defense.
Skills:
- Excellent horsewoman
- Competant swordswoman
- Impeccable courtly manners and etiquette
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Blaecwine
Though not a Mearas himself, he may be descended from them. Blaecwine stands a half foot taller than most of his kin, and is besides a sight to behold. His black coat seems to have a perpetual sheen to it, the dusting of white on his rump interrupting what would otherwise be a beautiful flow of jet black coloring.
Blaecwine is full of spit and vinegar. He doesn't suffer the close presence of unfamiliar males about him and will usually merely trot away in irritation. But Fyréga can usually get him to cooperate and play along.
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