We'll be taking the scenic route.
Social Rank: 9
Concept: White Huntress
Marital Status: single
Religion: Faith of the Pantheon
Height: average height
Hair Color: silvery white
Eye Color: stormy grey
Description: Painted in pale wintery hues, Juneau possesses an undeniable if simple beauty that stands on its own, complimented by a petite but athletic frame that testifies to a lifetime of travel and living off of the land. Her feminine curves are modest but appreciable and while she doesn't seem to be built for strength she does seem quick on her feet and even quicker with her tongue. She's as pale as a full winter's moon and her skin is blessedly smooth, even though there is plenty of evidence to suggest she has spent many of her days out of doors.
Her oval face is adorned by a pair of pale grey eyes that many could describe as her best and most enchanting feature - sometimes quite mirror-like, other times as cloudy as a stormy sky. Wreathed in thick, dramatic lashes they are also her most expressive feature, set above a pair of high cheekbones and cherubic lips. Her tresses are a stark silvery snow white and worn long, usually in a simple braid that falls down her back and terminates just past her hips.
Personality: Juneau can be as tempestuous as the north - wild, untamed, and free. Typically she lives from one day to the next - hardly ever planning anything at all - leading to her often having trouble relating to others or understanding their motivations since hers tend to be so fluid. Upon first impression most perceive her to be an irreverent or naive girl but once she slips past your guard can be full of sagely insight and wisdom far beyond her years.
Background: Yes, Juneau was born with that unquenchable wanderlust. Even from a young age, she absolutely positively knew without a shadow of a doubt she did not want to be a sheep farmer like the rest of her family and stuck in the old farm outside of Blancbier. Her mother blames her nature on her (deceased) father and her step father blames it on lack of discipline - and of course that's how a lot of fights started in the Hawthorne family. She doesn't know really how they end because she's already slipped out five minutes ago and has disappeared back into the trees. But don't worry. She's always made it home in time for dinner. Well. Mostly.
When her brothers were born, a great weight was lifted from her shoulders and she went from a flighty pre-teen to an almost entirely absent teenager. Chores? Brothers can take care of those. She's not inheriting any of it, why would she be interested in laboring away her youth? So, she stuck to what she was best at. (Basically anything but chores). Years passed by almost too quickly, and she began experimenting in survival and exploration. She began traveling further and further away from home into the wilderness and having her own private adventures staying away for longer and longer stretches of time.
When the right time presented itself, she took off on her own in the middle of the night. She left a note and come morning, absolutely no one was surprised.
Taking a meandering east-ish following the rivers (mostly) she eventually found herself exploring the roads and traveling and seeing all of the world from Farhaven to her newest landing, Arx. Hearing of its opportunities piqued her interest and she's ready to stick around for a little while but she knows it won't be long until her feet and curiosity begins to itch. She's joined the Explorer's Guild and the Scholars to start out with, enrolling in classes and signing up for explorations to keep her mind busy between trips.
|Berenice||She has very discerning taste. An excellent judge of character.|
|Esme||She seems sweet, of course not all things are as they seem, but I'm sure we will be good friends.|
|Harlex||Sweet young woman. Keen with a bow. Honest. Lets hope her ambition is as accurate.|
|Mabelle||A funny woman, she seems a bit out of place but obviously knows what she wants. I'm intrigued.|
|Rukhnis||She has very narrowly learned a valuable lesson about wielding weapons nearly as large as herself. I hope she does not still more narrowly learn another even more valuable lesson about going in search of so-called dogs.|