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P H Y S I C A L I T Y

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Appearance
Hair: Chestnut
Facial Hair: None
Eyes: Green
Build: Slender
Skin Tone: Sandy Beige
Height: 5'7
Voice: Natural feminine but she can imitate a masculine voice pretty well now
Handed: Ambidextrous
Body Markings: Pierced ears, freckles
Scar Tissue: Minor superficial scars from battle, nothing major
Unique Body Features: . . . She can crack her knuckles?

Name
Cwen of Wessex

Nickname
Acwel - More like Alias


Title
Lady

Factual Age
25


Gender
Female

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M E N T A L I T Y

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Personality
For someone with a lavish life (for a Saxon) Cwen is a stubbornly determined woman. There is very little she has wanted from life but the obstacles put in her way by destiny she meets on head on and head strong. Family ties hold dear for Cwen of Wessex. She will do anything for her own. That does not mean the plight of others means nothing to her. The Lady has a strong sense of justice but that does not mean she'll take slack from anyone. A woman who can hold her own physically, (thanks to growing up with 5 brawling brothers) and verbally if you're unlucky to get on the wrong side of her sharp tongue.


Motivation
Cwen's family motivate her - well, what little family she has left. She has sailed east to find her one remaining brother. Arlyss was sent to the wild Norse lands at the behest of his Uncle, King Egbert, for what purpose Cwen did not know. The political reasoning or plotting was not privy to Cwen. All she knew was the last she saw of her uncle he had terrible news for her. It could not be. She did not believe it. She would not lose her only remaining brother!


Likes
- Sparring
- Playing draught and taefl
- Riding
- Feasting with her fellow soldiers

Dislikes
- Having to bind her chest
- Being left alone in the world
- The stench of un-bathed men

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B A C K G R O U N D

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Marital Status
Unmarried


Relatives
King Egbert of Wessex - Uncle
Many cousins
5 brothers - 4 deceased
Mother & Father dead

Bio/History
Lady Cwen of Wessex. The fourth child of a Saxon Earl and the niece of King Egbert of Wessex. One of six children, Cwen had the best of both worlds. The excess and extravagance of wealth and nobility and on the other hand that education that can only come from having so many male siblings. Sparring and learning to battle with blade and shield came hand in hand with exuberant feasts and the company of the wellborn.

However, that is a simple view. Only one side of the story. With the constant battle for power; unending strife, loss and suffering are not only felt by the masses caught up inbetween. It was a truth universally known in her world that war was a matter of course and the whims of her elders. Growing up where people Cwen loved went in and out of her life, sometimes coming back in pieces and shells of themselves or fortunate enough to die before they could ever return left the Lady with an uneasy fear of abandonment.

Having lost her father and three of her brothers in the course of a decade takes a toll on any soul. But her faith got her through. It was just when Cwen had been beguiled into a false sense of peace with life her only remaining brother had been sent away by her uncle and it wasn't long before news arrived that her brother had disappeared. Her uncle thought Arlyss dead but Cwen refused to believe it. There was no body. Arlyss was out there but as her uncle reminded her so kindly, there were never any corpses left.

Denial and delusion were two great things. They kept the mind strong and the body going. Leaving her uncles home, Cwen journeyed back to her hometown much against the King's wishes. She had to do something. After a long night of contemplation and heavy drinking Cwen had decided. She was going to find him. She was going to sail east on the tide and find Arlyss and bring him home. Her single-minded determination left little room for the question of Arlyss's existence. He was alive. She was going to find him. The end.

. . . Except it wasn't quite the end. What Cwen had not remembered in the late afternoon she had awoken with a pounding headache was that her contemplation of her plans had not been quiet or inner monologue as she had believed. Apparently, she had found herself in the village when all the servants had hid the liquor when they thought their mistress had had enough and found herself in the company of a band of soldiers returning home.

The had drunk, jested and caroused the night away and the Lady had let her plan slip to Magen who was apart of the party and an old friend of dearly departed brother Verge. Magen had visited her twice the next day; first on the morn when he was told the Lady was still sleeping her indulgence of the night before off and second just after she had awoken to that blasted headache. It was with Magen's men and good counsel that she disguise herself as a man that the party set off east to the unknown. To find her own.