Jarla Krarstin Tidelord
Talk less. Fight more.
Social Rank: 9
Concept: Hardcore Elder
Marital Status: widowed
Height: average height
Hair Color: steel
Eye Color: steel
Skintone: leathered tan
Description: What was once a beautiful blonde woman, spectacular blue eyes framed with a strong, sharp jaw, is no more. The hardships of the Darkwater and years of hard battles, and barely won wars have left Krarstin sans one eye, scarred, and chipped, like a stone sculpture of perfection that has been weathered by time and circumstance. Her hard steel hair is kept high and tight, with strands often falling down around her face.
Personality: Taciturn to a point of near silence, Krarstin never uses three words when two will do. Fairly conservative in her approach to most situations, she has watched a legion of younger men and women take more risky routes that ended in watery graves. She is still here, and she still cares for her people above all else.
Background: Born on a small island in the Darkwater deeps, Krarstin has seen some of the greatest terrors the world can offer, and survived them. She spent her youth as a bannerman to a local warlord, before rising to be the Jarla (a chief title) of the Tidelord tribe. After the Darkwater Deeps got to chaotic, she gathered as much of her tribe as could travel and set sail with a small flotilla and a relic of a warship, determined to escape the clutches of the fell forces that consumed her homeland.
Despite being pursued to the very edge of the Darkwater by the forces of the Gyre, she managed to shepherd nearly a hundred survivors into the Saffron Sea. Eventually found by a Kennex flagged ship and brought to Arx, she has sworn fealty to Ford Kennex, despite no longer having a tribe near large enough to justify a title. She offers her services in return for the settlement and good treatment of her remaining tribe, most of which calls her 'Grandmother' as well as Jarla.
|Narcissa||Answers to simple questions are made poetic by the passion she has for that which she loves. Still waters anchored by unmeasured depth, at first glance.|