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Martinique was born in Greenwither, a rural March in Valardin under Laurent. Her family were relatively prosperous for all it was a backwater area, and their very local influence meant they were able to get Martinique some fighting training, and ultimately purchase her an officer's commission. She was always a rowdy child and the soldiering life suited her; she rose in the ranks swiftly with a reputation for either bravery or brutality depending on who you asked. Her style often clashed with the honorable and chivalrous values of Valardin, though her talent was still enough to bring her to a general's gazette. Of course, with great power, comes great visibility. An unstable captain can be ignored until pointed at the enemy. A general who orders the abuse of prisoners cannot. Martinique's fall was even more rapid than her rise, and she was cast out of the army she had served. She had enough stored loot and amassed wages to strike out for herself, peeling off a few like-minded recruits, and formed a small mercenary group. The Mourning Isles were sounding good around then, and so she also grabbed some sailors and a few lessons in tying knots. Most lately, Martinique's Marauders over overtaken a small island in Redreef domain, name of Amberjil. This has angered the local shavs, the Horderacht, and so she has sworn to the house of Redreef as a direct retainer. She might miss her freedom to roam but the rum is good. Martinique served in war. Now she serves in peace, less than peaceably. She answers no further questions.

A tall woman, fair of skin but not of character. She's pale of hair but dark of eye, and carries murder in gaze and the belt of daggers on her hips. Her build is well fit, tuned to combat, and her movements show constant awareness. She is muscle and bone, and probably anger. She hasn't time for this, and will let you know such.

Martinique seems to be a simple person on the surface--do violence, get paid. There's more to it than that, but that kind of complex inner life is difficult to approach when surrounded by the minefield of her various defenses. As a former general turned mercenary, she answers to no one else but herself and her crew--and perhaps her employer. As such, she has little patience with questions and her pride will not tolerate much intrusion.