Lady Ysbail Blackwood
May the spirits soothe your soul and guide your hands. Go in peace but walk with purpose my friend.
Description: Above average in height, Ysbail is a young woman of athletic build and fair of face. Her skin always seems to hold a faint tan no matter the time of year. Platinum blond hair trails wild, framing her face and drifting around her shoulders, with a pair of braids at the back trailing nearly all the way to her ankles. Feathers, beads, and assorted tiny carved wooden figurines decorate her hair. Darker blond brows arch over deep blue eyes slanted to an exotic tilt and framed by thick black lashes. Her nose is straight and slender with a slight flare of the nostrils and set just above a wide and mobile mouth that seems perhaps a touch too big for her face. She bears shamanistic tattoos on her forehead and cheeks, down her arms, the backs of her hands, running from her hips down the front and side of her legs, even the tops of her feet haven't escaped the tattoos.
Personality: The exuberance of youth encapsulates an old soul in Ysbail, creating an interesting dichotomy of introspection wrapped in effervescent charm. Though her sense of wonder can sometimes be mistaken for naivete, she carries the wisdom passed down to her through generations of shamans. Her curiosity and unending quest for seeking out hidden corners and undiscovered reaches can get her into trouble when she becomes too involved in the mystery before her to watch where she steps. There is hope that with age and experience, caution will help to temper her curiosity, but for now her inquisitive nature has a tendency to lead her.
Background: Raised in the harsh climate of the Stormwall, Ysbail's tribe made their home amongst the blackwood trees on the edge of Crovane Lands. As the eldest daughter of the tribe's Chieftain, she was raised under the tutelage of the tribe's Shaman to better help guide her people. Like many of the Abandoned, she was taught to hunt and as a Northerner, she learned how to survive the harsh climate. As such, she has a slightly skewed perspective on life and embraced her way of life wholeheartedly. Loving nothing more than wandering the wilds to seek out enlightenment amongst the spirits of the natural world.
That changed, when something happened which drove the young Shaman to plead with her father to seek the protection of the Compact that their ancestors had turned their backs on. Her foresight allowed the tribe to be ready when Brand's forces marched. After the Seige of Arx, she aided her father in unifying the remaining tribes decimated by Brand's recruitment tactics which lead to the Blackwoods' rise as a March, her father Geraint was named Marquis of Storm March, leading his people into a new future.
The life of a Shaman, however, is rarely easy. And it was her duties as a shaman that directly resulted in the breaking of her engagement to the Crovanne Duke Asger. She returned briefly, and she was called away again shortly after Marquis Geraint Blackwood named Eilonwy as his Heir, granting her the Blackwood name after his mysterious death in 1010 AR in the Grey Forest.
This time is no different, as her duties both as a shaman, and advisor to the Blackwoods and the Crovannes pulls her once more to Arx in a no less turbulent time than before. Determined to make a difference.