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She was born on a ship, a trading vessel of the Velenosa. Her mother was a sailor who loved nothing as much as she loved the sea. Her father was a sailor too, and though her parents were rarely together, still they made what time for her that they could, when both ships happened to be in the same port or when there was time for her to run from one port to the other for a visit. But as much as she loved the sound of the waves and the gentle rocking of the ships on which she and her mother worked, she knew early on she was destined for something else. For aslong as she can remember she has wanted to be a Knight. And not just any Knight - a Knight sworn to protect the King, one of the Silver Swords. She doesn't remember the bulk of her early years, but she remembers the first moment when she saw them marching by, their armor gray against the blue sky as they protected the King. In fact, she measures her life by these defining moments - her first sight of the King's Own was followed by watching the tournament where Dayne Valardin won the title of Lord Commander. Then not long after that, she watched as Princess Leona Thrax was escorted to the edges of the Thrax holdings and turned out, no longer a Princess so that she could join the King's Own. At fourteen she walked with her mother to the gates of Crownguard Tower, and held her breath waiting for the answer to her demands to be let in to train. And she remembered the weight of the belt and chain, the moment the legendary sword of the King's Own dubbed her a Knight, the pride swelling in her chest. Her father was killed in the Tragedy of the Harbor when a third of the Thrax vessels were pulled down into the water. He would never see her be a Knight, but she knows he was proud of her. And still there is her mother, grief-stricken but safe, still comforted by the love of the sea and refusing to make a more permanent home near her only daughter. Even so, the King's Own is the family she longed for and she has vowed to be the best Knight she can be, no matter what it takes.

Of average height, she has the rough and tumble build of an agile, active woman. When she moves, she moves with a purpose, when she speaks her hands emphasize her words. Straw blonde hair is bleached even further from time spent outside training, and her soft brown eyes are watchful and miss nothing. She may be young but she's determined, as the set of her jaw confirms when she gets that stubborn, some say mulish look in her eyes.

She is cheerful and chipper. She is a morning person. She is certain that tomorrow will be better than today, and she is sure that if it isn't, it's because she just didn't try hard enough and she'll do a better job next time. It would be off-putting, except that she is also unfailingly kind, and she tries so hard and is so very earnest that the more cynical around her catch themselves smiling and find themselves hoping she's right about what tomorrow brings.