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Imi Deadfall is the last of her line, the daughter of a Baron whose stand was epic, noble, and yet ultimately one that brought about the fall of House Deadfall. She was raised in the lands of ice and snow, far to the north where the sway of the Compact comes to its most tenuous end. In the frozen plains, under the shadow of tall mountains, Deadfall eeked out a living in leather trade and ice-shipments to lands further south and kept guard on the northern most frontier for their liege. The only daughter born to the Baron, Imi was raised with affection and a great deal of indulgence. Squiring with the Sword of Deadfall, Imi learned the arts of war and battle. Studying under the priest of their village, she picked up the rudiments of Pantheonic religion. And watching her father at court, the young woman was tempered with a sense of true justice...and later learning that being truly just is a difficult road to walk when politics requires greater flexibility. When the Bringers of Silence began their march, Deadfall was in the way. Betrayed by Tolamar Brand the village was overrun while trying to buy time, to delay the Bringers from marching through the pass that the Deadfalls held. Imi wanted to stand next to her father, but was instead sent away, to the south. She would have protested harder, had she not been charged with seeing the defenseless to safety. So she road south before the battle, leading the way on a hell-bent charge to safety. It wouldn't be the first ride south, as she had to keep going before each new onslaught. The people she lead south grew with each village they went through, until finally Arx was in sight. But Arx did not provide safety, and Imi got her wish to stand in defense of the defenseless, to try to exact justice on the Bringers. For her valiant efforts in the Siege of Arx, and recognizing her family and holdfast were gone, Imi was offered a chance to join the King's Own and take up the silver sword. It's an opportunity she accepted, and has served them without complaint since then.

Waist-length black hair in silken jet is usually kept bound in a tight braid to keep the locks out of the way, but on those occasions when it's undone the natural curl draws out the true luster of her hair. The blush of youth is still seen in her slightly soft looking face, the plump lips and full cheeks and button nose only highlighting this image. Her honey brown eyes are frequently drawn out with just a touch of makeup. This woman's 5'8" frame walks a balance between lush femininity and hard-working athleticism.

Imi's personality is best described as quick, or perhaps mercurial. She's fond of smiling, quick to laugh, and quick to enjoy a good jest - even if it's played on her. But she's equally as quick to action if something needs to be done; quick to anger if someone has provoked such; quick to the defense of the weak; and quick to holy wrath when she sees an injustice performed.