Dalen

Dalen is a tall, long-limbed woman who has become strong and well-muscled from her years of training in sword work. Her long, slightly wavy, sable-brown hair is normally held back with a simple beaded, leather thong. She has grey eyes which seem to quietly consider the world, while her high cheekbones indicate something which most people mistake for merriment. When out in the sun, her skin tans to a dusky hue, which reveals a fine, thin scar across her left jawbone. While people set her age at around 20, as her face is smooth and unmarked by lines, her friends could tell you that number is off the mark. While finery is appreciated for its virtues, her daily lifestyle doesn't give Dalen much reason for dressing up and so she stays with a tunic of cranberry-colored silk over a white blouse, and fawn leather breaches tucked into calf-high boots. She seems to feel most comfortable with her longsword at her side, though on occasions of ceremony she will leave it behind -- those with a discerning eye will notice that she trades it in for an ornate hair pin when needs must.

Known/Suspected Abilities
Not inconsiderable skill in Warfare. Shapeshifting. Zip-zip-zing. Some degree of Advanced Pattern. Also the ability to conceal a sword in some manner that we dread to think about and possibly Advanced Eye-batting.

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Current Status
Home in Helmwind, remaining steadfast in her vow to stay out of Politics.

Contributions
Dalen's Children

Short Stories/Conversations Journals (Dreaming in the Real) Journals (Persistance of Vision)