Description

Name: Nuala Hawkseye

Nickname: Spear-Maiden
Age: 18
Hair: Her hair is dark brown and falls about her shoulders and down her back in wild, unkempt curls.
Eyes: A brown so dark that it is almost as black as her pupils.
Skin tone: Pale, as she does not get much sunlight out in the bitter cold of the North.
Height: 5'10"
Build: Athletic, taut, leanly-muscled, yet still that of a woman due to her broad hips.
Other aspects of your general appearance: She is never without the dark rim of eye-makeup on her upper lids. At times she enjoys smearing battle paint across her cheeks and forehead, and at times in her hair, as it shows to others that she will not hesitate to fight. Rarely, if ever, does she smile.

Personality

Likes: The cold; The feel of a weapon in her hand; Ale
Dislikes: Large displays of emotion; Inane questions; Being unarmed; Pompous asses; Those who do not respect animals; People who cannot shut up; Recklessness
Fears: Being caught by the Night's Watch; the Others (though there have not been sightings for centuries, she has heard more than enough stories -- this is more of a superstitious fear than anything); Snakes
Skills/Talents: Fighting with spear and axe; Speed and flexibility of attacks; Hand-to-hand combat.
Weaknesses/Flaws: Jaded; Affected more by duty and gain than by sympathy; Unable, or at least unwilling, to show great depth of emotion; Impatient
General Personality: Just as comfortable giving orders as taking them, Nuala is no stranger to command. Though she has the capability of leading, she is just as content as second-in-command. She is good at delegating tasks, and will oversee to make sure a job gets done. She is easily frustrated by slow workers, slipshod work, or (frankly) people in general.
This woman is, in essence, a cold and hardened killer. Nuala is as hard and enduring as ice, and not a woman of many words. Nuala comes off as cold and aloof, and for good reason -- she is.

Equipment

Armor: Leathers and furs.

Weapons: Spear and axe.

History

Nuala was born in the biting cold of the North. When she was seventeen, she took part of a raid which brought her and some of her clan-mates over the Wall. Though many of them were killed, she managed to escape and has since then made her way down South. Not many months ago she had gotten into trouble with guards and would have been hanged and executed for being a Wildling had it not been for Queen Morgana Damian stepping in to 'save' her. In return for her life Nuala agreed to be employed by the Queen as a guard. She does not know the Queen's intentions, but the woman has her respect for sparing her life.