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Daughter to a branch of the Wyrmguard family that has been in decline for three consecutive generations, Reigna's mother Mallory inherited an estate nearly destitute, with vassals and villagers on the edge of abandoning them. It began with Mallory's mother, Ariella Wrymguard, an inconstant woman with an insatiable gambling addiction. If the outcome was at all dubious in nature, Ariella Wyrmguard would put money on it. Her luck was as inconstant as her nature, and while there were the occasional gains, much of the family's wealth was lost. By the time it was Mallory's turn to take the reins, the family fortune was gone, and all the family had left was the illusion of faded grandeur and their name. Mallory did her best to keep up appearances with what little funds they had left, but they could only stretch silver so far. It was Reigna who offered a solution to their predicament. They were, after all, Wyrmguards. Their family's storied history offered in their name, a wealth of prestige. It granted legitimacy to newer Houses, or those seeking to better their reputations. One by one, Reigna's siblings were married off to Houses seeking ties to the majesty and reputation of the Wyrmguard, of the Valardin. Each contract providing desperately needed monies to the coffers. A deal was struck, for her assistance in crafting beneficial contracts for her siblings, ensuring that the family's fortunes were back on track, Reigna would be allowed to follow her passion, a scholarly life dedicated to Vellichor. All was going according to plan until a blight struck several of the farmer's fields, toppling the precarious balance Reigna's efforts had built. More money was needed and there was only one child left. Since coming to Arx, her life has changed in so many ways. Her marriage has proved to be an extremely happy and profitable one, Reigna's dedication and support has proved an asset to Keaton.

Hers is a beauty expressed in the warmth she radiates out to the world, in the kindness of her ink black eyes, the smiles that linger on her full lips. Her features are classically lovely, her bearing poised, but it is the warmth that shines through her that makes her beauty come to life. Her black hair is always, always, pulled back into a fiendishly tight knot, the coils of her hair plaited, twisted and adorned with hairpins to keep it in place, baring the tender nape of her elegant neck, highlighting the breadth of her shoulders. Her figure is statuesque, curved and feminine, and while she is fit, she is lacking in muscular definition. Her hands are nimble, long fingered and show signs of frequent work, belying that while noble, she is accustomed to labor of some sort. Across the palm of her left hand she has a curious mark, like a discolored scar.

Warm. Reigna Keaton is a font of warmth and friendliness. In her time in Arx, she has come rather spectacularly out of her shell. While she can occasionally retreat to her previous reserve, there is no denying she is a woman with a soft heart and welcoming presence. Her emotions are much closer to the surface these days, and there is a certain guilelessness about her that is either genuine or the height of artifice.