Genevieve Waldenwyn
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| Genevieve Waldenwyn | |
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| Social Rank | 8 |
| Fealty | Redrain |
| House | Waldenwyn |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 18 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Soldier |
| Height | 5'3" |
| Hair Color | Ash Brown |
| Eye Color | Dark Grey |
| Skintone | Pale Olive |
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Description
Though trim of form and small in height, Genevieve's's slim-waisted body is athletically toned and is always held upright in a calm military posture. In similar fashion her face is young, delicately structured and feminine, but her resting expression is somewhat chilly. Relatively dusky against a canvas of healthy skin, her grey almond-shaped eyes observe the world with cool scrutiny. For the most part she opts for practicality by wearing her ash-brown hair secured in buns, braids or ponytails at the back of her head, but when she wears it loose it falls an inch or two past her shoulderblades in glassy-straight sheets.
Personality
If there's one thing that can be said about Genevieve's personality, it's that she's a closed book. Quiet and aloof by nature, she prefers not to reveal her feelings unless she has a compelling reason to do so. She's not one to smile, nor to flatter others or joke around lightly, and she's not really concerned if people are put off by that. If she must choose between being liked or being true to herself, she'd almost always pick the latter unless practicality demands otherwise.
Background
Born in an unremarkable farming village to an unremarkable family, Genevieve always wanted more from life. Although she could appreciate the wholesome routines of her rural community for what they were, she nonetheless found them tedious and uninspiring -- a never-ending cycle of ploughing fields, harvesting crops and foraging for food, occasionally broken up by a rustic festival or a wagon ride to the market in the nearest town. The only activity that really gave her some pleasure and made her feel alive was training in the village militia, but even then she found herself wanting for more discipline and more advanced tutelage than the local watchmen could provide. At the age of 18, Genevieve left her home village and set out on her own path. She would see sights beyond the fields and pastures with a sword on her belt and a bow slung across her back, seeking adventure and coin.
