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Little is known of Dame Kyda Barron's origins. When she showed up in Arx clad in the ancient Templar armor, there were none to vouch for her, none to say they know of her family, none who can speak of her history. She speaks of battles long since relegated to history as if she were there.

A clear strength radiates from every inch of this tall woman, her devotion to duty shown in muscles tried and tested, in a thickness to her limbs bred from training and experience. Her face is hard, a strong jaw and prominent nose accentuated by soulful hazel eyes that are often set in a resolute stare. Her skin is marked by battle, scars earned and worn as reminders of failures, as reasons to improve. Shortly cropped blonde hair bucks vanity in favor of usefulness.

Kyda stands resolute and unwavering in her promise to protect. She has honed her skill to the point of obsession, everything she does done in the name of her duty. This lends itself to a straightforward force without time for pretense or equivocation. Surely, she's laughed before, smiled even, but she wears the weight of her responsibility to the point of passionate mania. Why waver from the path until the path is complete? She will breathe when her quest is complete.