Aella Ravenseye

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Aella Ravenseye
Social Rank 5
Fealty Redrain
House Ravenseye
Gender Female
Age 32
Religion Shamanism
Vocation Sailor
Height 5'11"
Hair Color REd
Eye Color Stormy Blue Grey
Skintone Fair, Tanned
Family
Parents Bran Ravenseye, Sorcha Ravenseye
Siblings Rosalind Ravenseye, Triton Ravenseye, Cadern Ravenseye
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Description

Rich red hair, long and full, with almost a life of it's own, is perhaps one of the first things one notes of the woman; next perhaps is her height. Tall and shapely, solidly built with curves a plenty. Her fair skin a bit weathered and dark from being out in the sun, most of her life, on top of all other types of weather, year round. Aella's red hair falls in cascades down beyond her backside, often parts or pieces of it have been braided and pinned up, keeping some of it out of her eyes. Though really it is often just left down to whip about her in the wind. Wild and free, much like the countess herself and her people. Blue grey stormy eyes narrow as they peer out at the world around, with a sharp keenness to them. Not much seems like it would get past her. Some of her skin is covered in dark blue tattoos, hinting towards her families prodigal status.

Personality

Fiery. Passionate. Mercurial. Often erratic or out of control. Up. Down. It is hard to tell with a tempest like Aella is, one moment hot, then next cold. Her anger easy to rile, and just as easy to cool. Passionate. About her people, her heritage, and where her people and land is going now.

At times a hard leader, and others, just one of the people. Easy to laugh, to smile. At times quiet and reserved, others boisterous and out of control. Not exactly a perfect noble, she is quick to curse and bellow out her dislikes, and just as quick to celebrate her people's accomplishments and praise them.

It is at times hard to tell what her mood will be, but some say, after a storm, or even during one, she seems calm, at ease the most. As if a quiet serenity has fallen over her, sadly that doesn't last for long. One of the things that can be relied on with Aella, is her fierce loyalty to her family, her people, her lands, and the Redrains, and the crown itself. No one would doubt her dedication or the fact that if you have won her loyalty, she is likely to die for you before you ever have a chance to stop her.

Background

Wild. Tempest. Stormy. Her tribe of Seafarers were all of those and then some. Excellent sailors, fishermen, raiders and so much more. Hearty. And Stalwart, like most must be when you live on the other side of the wall. When Aella was born with her rich red hair the Raven tribe murmured of the blood that ran through the girl. That she must be like her grandmother, and her mother Gudrun. Whom went missing when she was an infant during a raid on their village. Her father Bran, a large man, a giant almost. Towering over most of the people in their tribe. He waited a couple years, desperate to find his wife. But eventually it seemed it was of no use and remarried.

While their tribe had been friends with the Blackwoods Aella and not thought her father would have followed their lead, but he did and bent knee to them. Not long after they had bent knee to the Crovanes. Agreeing to join Blackwoods, as a vassal family. Adding their fleet and sailing capabilities to continue assisting their friends, as well as offering more naval assistance to the Redrains and House Crovane.

Tired and ready to relax, not having any real interest in politics or going to Arx, handed over the family's welfare to his wild stormy eldest, naming her the new Countess of Ravenseye. At the behest of the friends the Blackwoods, the Crovanes, and house Redrain itself, she has made her way to Arx, with one of her people's ships. While on the smaller side, it is fast and dexterous in the wild waves of the north. And better equipped to sail through most tempests thrown their way. Though rumor has it, that her luck with storms is legendary. Some say she is highly knowledgeable in the old ways of weather watching, having been taught by her Grandmother, or that she is some weather witch, able to control it or change it. But those are all old wives tales.