Description

Personality

Polite, refined, and mad as hell are often used to describe Kelda. She had accepted her position as an underling her entire life, only with recent events has she really blossomed. She tries very hard to be "one of the men" but is still deeply stuck in her ways. She has a riotous passion which is always at odds with her upbringing, but is becoming more and more prevalent.

Equipment

Her husbands broadsword, which, though seemingly heavy for a woman so frail, she uses with pristine, planned movements. Her fighting style has always been unnecessarily direct, as she doesn't believe in killing something slowly. She will evade, evade, evade until she can make a swift kill and get to cleaning her blade, the fact that she can do this with such an oversized sword is a tribute to her talent. She keeps her husband's sword on her back, but has a smaller, properly weighted, more decorative, and actually better made sword at her side. She never uses it.

She wears a layering of light blue cloth and brown hard leather. Around her waist is a cloth and leather skirt as well as many belts holding a variety of tubes, sacks, bottles, etc. She keeps her mid-back length hair back with a leather diadem. She wears a sweeping forest green and brown cloak.

Her horse, Agna, wears only a light leather saddle. He is a massive horse, with incredible power and strength, rich brown in color with a wide white spot on its left shoulder.

History

Daughter of a family from Dale, rich from good standing with the Dwarves. She fell in love (as it turns out many people did) with a brave Rohirrim as imposing and powerful as the horse he rode on, Meornin Denath. She was unique in actually winning his hand in marriage. She moved to Rohan, leaving her families wealth for his, much to her parents chagrin. She lived in total bliss, total passion being mistaken for true love.

Meornin would soon find himself in the middle of a large drama, but ultimately he would escape entirely unscathed, missing only his horse and sword. His horse, at least, preferred Kelda.

Since then, she trained and trained and trained in the woods. She abandoned lace for leather, her love for freedom. She became entirely intent on living the life she had never known. She wanted to see the world and never feel pain again, not true pain, not the pain she had had to endure.