Lady Meabh Clearlake
The only thing a warrior cannot fight is her own fierce nature.
Description: Tall, in fact the tallest in her family, Meabh stands just a hair above six feet, cutting an impressive figure. Her body is a testament to hard work, with thick corded muscles that speak to years of grueling training. When she moves, it's with the languid grace of a panther on the prowl, self-assured and confident. Her hair is naturally raven black, that fades to white towards the tips; framing a face with heterochromatic eyes of blue-green on the right, and violet on the left, often shadowed in kohl. Her long hair is often worn in multiple braids, with beads of stone and engraved metals, along with bits of colored ribbon weaved through the braids. A blue line of woad running down through the middle of her lower lip to her chin.
Personality: Since a young age there has always been a bit of ferality to Meabh, as well as a touch of wanderlust and curiosity of the world. Rough and tumble, quick to anger, but endearingly compassionate to those she cares for. Fiercely loyal, and passionate about her beliefs, and her family. And oft stubborn to boot. When needed she can be surprisingly charming, and carry a commanding presence about herself.
Background: Born the oldest daughter to her father, Fearghas, and her mother, Siofra. While her father was built like a bear, her mother was the taller of two, lithe and willowy. An elegance to her mother, a natural with a spear, and a warrior at heart, where her father was a shaman of the tribe, seeing to the spiritual health and well being of them. It was no surprise to really any one that Meabh took after her mother, and assumed the role of protector of her two younger siblings. Meabh grew up a bit wild, and very fierce, learning the skills of a warrior from her mother, as well as her aunt, both women fierce warriors in their own rights, and amazing role models, at least in Meabh's eyes.
Her father tried many times to get Meabh more interested in the more spiritual side, but she always grew restless during her father's lessons. Not that she didn't want to learn, or didn't like what he had to teach, but rather she strained at having to learn them in a simple hut, when there was a whole world out there to explore. As such, she had a tendency to wander off, into the wilds to explore and learn on her own. At first her family worried over her random disappearances. Soon, however, they learned that she would eventually make her way back home to them. Often with new little treasures she had found during her little adventures, usually a new animal friend. And a new scar or two. Never really explaining the scars.
To her father's surprise perhaps, those same explorations helped do what all of his lessons could not, and awakened in her a spiritualism and respect for the clan's shamanic traditions that she holds dear to this day.
At first when Clearlake bent the knee, Meabh remained in the North. Now however, her wanderlust has brought her south to explore, and eventually into Arx itself, where she seeks to help protect her family here, as she did back home.
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