Vyr’a

a brick of a woman, downroad homely. But I am serious. Homely as in river folk fallen woman homely, like "95% of men would never touch that homely". Dead blue eyes. She has a grey cloak, a chainmail, with a cuiras. A sword. Looks like some kind of knight, which is uncommon for a (spit) woman, but is this really a woman.

People shudder. Who'd want that? She is despised. She hates. She is good at hating. She has the signs of army life but not legion, not some knighthood, not regular Duchy.... so what then?

That is always... tricky. White cuiras looks a bit ... ceremonial. the robes a bit... official. But there's so much intensity, hardness in that. She stands on a cart, overlooking a crowd, yelling angrily, hand on her sword.

Damn those blue eyes.

She has this small dog she pets affectionately. A mutt she showers with love.