Princess Drea Redrain
The spirits of the wild speak with soft voices that are mere whispers on the wind. Only of the North still know how to listen and honor the older gods that have been forgotten.
Description: Wild, untamed, elegant, stoic, awe-inspiring. Few combine all such things as well as Lady Drea Redrain. To some, their first impression is of a wild savage matron, with steel grey hair pulled back, adorned with twigs and leaves. Upon closer look, the adornments are carefully crafted to honor nature spirits, almost playful in appearance. Her severe blue eyes are sharp and wise, and her expressions range from fierce and deadly to motherly and kind. She has the tall, strong build of a seasoned warrior, barely touched by age, though rarely does she flatter her femininity, keeping to modest and practical styles. She moves with purpose and an aura of pure strength, leaving even her detractors with a sense of awe and respect.
Personality: Drea has the advantage of age and purpose to weather the storms of courtly intrigue. She dislikes playing the games others nobles do and doesn't overtly try to cause waves at court, prefering the simple purity in the North. But woe be unto anyone that comes at her, trying to disparage her people, her Shamanistic faith, or, even worse, her children. Mother Bear does not begin to describe the ferocity the woman can display. Normally, she is a touch stoic, purely confident without needing to be cocky, wise, intelligent, and sure of purpose like few can be. She cares about people, but refuses to let them be weak, or take advantage of those she cares about. She fights with the fury of a storm, and loves just as fiercely. She smiles in the face of fanatic judgment, and simply outclasses any that try to disrespect her. And if she needs to, she?ll put a man through a wall.
Background: Few outside the North could ever understand it the way Drea does. While the wars against the Abandoned wage on in every region with every great house, none of the other great houses fight the shav'arvani with the same brutal intensity as House Redrain and its vassals in the North. Lady Drea knows this far better than most, as long before she married into House Redrain, she was born to the northern house with arguably the most bloody feuds with the barbaric northern Abandoned tribes, House Halfshav. She grew into a young woman in a house that has acted as House Redrain's strong right hand against the most brutal of the shav tribes, driving back groups such as the cannibals of Clan Bonegnaw. Every member of her family was trained for war, and she was no exception, but the young Drea felt a very different calling that still is uniquely of the North.
The North might be a savage land of restrained barbarism, kept in check by the might of House Redrain, but Drea doesn't that feel way about her home. It's beautiful to her in a way that others just can't understand. The snow covered mountains, the deep groves hidden from human eyes for centuries at a time, the vales unmarked by any arvani whether shav or civilized, Drea sees the North as a gorgeous bastion of nature from the excesses of mankind despite its bloody history. Ever since she was a child, she's felt a deep connection with those primordial depths of wild, untamed territory that she swears she can hear whisper to her, so it was natural for her to become one of the few shamans in the North. It is the old religion of men that far predates the worship of the Pantheon, long before the great houses came to be, and it's never been quite surrendered in the North. She knows it creates frictions with the south, particular the most fervent worshippers in House Valardin, but Drea intends for the North to never, ever surrender its heritage. It isn't as if shamans embrace blood rites anymore... at least those that aren't members of barbaric shav tribes, anyways.
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