|Hair Color||Mahogany Brown|
|Eye Color||Dark Hazel|
|Siblings||Somhairle Crovane, Morin Corvane, Asger Crovane, Clara Crovane|
|Uncles/Aunts||Lawrence Crovane, Rosalyn Crovane, Geralt Crovane|
|Cousins||Kahlana Crovane, Jorygg Crovane|
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Of greater than average height and athletic build, Fianna doesn't immediately stand out as nobility. Her ahir falls in a riot of perpetually windwept waves and curls to just below her shoulder blades. Chocolate brown comprises the base of her ahir color, with threads of auburn and golden blonde weaving through to give it its rich tone. Her eyes likewise veer towards a dark brown with flecks of honey and forest green offering some interesting detail. Her features are strong, but softened just enough by compassion and patience to make them pleasing. She furthers her questionable status by having calloused hands used to hard work, and there always seems to be a smudge of dirt on her face that has managed to evade the washcloth. While her clothing is of good quality, it nearly always seems to be in need of some repair.
While capable of great emotion, she tend to be tempered by a lasting patience that is difficult to pierce. Still, there are times when the hoyden escapes and runss amok; teasing, joking, and pranking friends and family alike. All in good fun, of course. Her patience carries over from her animals to her dealings with people and though she may stumble in her manners from time to time, she means well.
Fianna was an impish child that delighted in jokes and pranks of a good-natured variety. She was instilled with a love of nature and animals from a young age by her family. While her older brothers were training with swords and axes, young Fianna could be found playing with the hunting dogs, visiting the stables, or climbing trees in the forest. There many an afternoon when her family would be forced into an impromptu game of hide and seek to coax her indoors for meals. As she grew however, her hoydenish ways became tempered as she spent more and more time working with the animals of Crovane. Her favorite lessons came from the stablemaster, learning to tame and train new horses, and later, how to breed them. Even as her eldest brother took on the mantle of Duke, Fianna stuck to her own little world of hunting and training animals. When Somhairle died and Asger was elevated to the title, she made him a promise that she would breed and train the best warhorses and hunting dogs in all of Arvum. Its a promise that she has worked hard to keep ever since. When her home was threatened by dark forces, she sent her beloved animals to the Ducal estate in Arx, hoping for a quick resolution so she could return to her self-appointed task. With Stormall in ashes, the young noblewoman finds herself shellshocked and making her way south to Arx.