With red hair cropped short as if by the stroke of a blade, an imposing figure of a woman with a strong-boned frame that carries the aura of someone accustomed to command. A tapestry of blue tattoos; stylized rune-covered serpents–tell a story of protection and vigilance. Her arms and shoulders bear the marks of training as does the polish of her armor and run-carved sabatons. As she turns your way her demeanor remains unsmiling and serious, reflecting the role of an impartial guardian of the town's safety.
Died on the steps of the Cathedral of Pelor defending what was right, in the Battle of Triboar.