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[b]Full name:[/b] Briala “Bri” Chesfield
[b]Titles:[/b] Lord’s Huntsman (Prefers Lord’s Huntswoman. In some cases behind her back she is called Gregar’s mistress, whether true or not is and likely forever shall be up for debate.)
[b]Social rank:[/b] Minor Nobility
[b]Job or societal position:[/b] Hunter, tracker, protector of the Lord’s lands and occasionally the Lord himself. (Tasked with a wide range of duties such as protecting the townsfolk from dangerous animals, leading hunts for the nobility, and tracking down bandits and would be poachers)

 [b]Age:[/b] 26
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2011/105/c/8/c8376110caf12cff1d22f0ad055012a0-d3e2339.jpg[/img]
[b]Personality:[/b] Briala is generally fairly quiet and reserved especially when at court, preferring to observe much as she would in the wilderness. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind when the need arises even to those placed far above her; this put her at odds with many of the dignitaries and courtiers at times. 
When she is amongst townsfolk she becomes much more herself, her unique position allowing her the best of both worlds. She picks up a much more familiar manner of speech, becoming noticeably friendlier and is often found spending time at the tavern with all manner of folks. Even then though she has Winterhouse’s best interests in mind, the tavern has forever been the first place to pick up rumours and happenings on the road.

[b]History:[/b] Briala spent her early years in Wintershouse, her father was the Lord Huntsmen, as was his father and his father before him, each serving whichever Lord Weade reigned at the time.  Growing up she was given a good education due to her father’s high standing and the grace of Lord Rikard, often alongside the Lord’s son Gregar. Although she wasn’t taught any of the weapon skills he learnt. 

Fortunately Briala’s elder brother, Jediah taught her the archery and hunting skills he learnt from their father. Before long she outshone him during their secret hunting trips, she’d be the one to bring down the most kills, first birds, the rabbits and all manner of small creature eventually even the rare deer. Jediah claimed the spoils as his due to their secrecy; Briala didn’t mind she merely enjoyed the hunt. 

Unfortunately due to Jediah’s seeming prowess he was sent out to scout for boar alone their father would lead the hunt the next day, in honour of Lady Elisandre’s arrival there would be a hunt. Briala was unable to get out of Wintershouse, she had been trained to be Elisandre’s one of ladies-in-waiting, though she despised the though. The memory of their shared education and his kindness lingered in her mind. The next day when the hunting party road out Jediah wasn’t at the meeting place, yet their father found his trail and followed it to its end. They found her brother, dead, bow in hand, gored by the very boar he was hunting.

Soon after when Gregar was married to his beautiful bride, Elisandre, Briala took to the woods stealing one of her father’s bows and enough furs to survive the harsh weather. The death of her brother and seeming loss of the man she loved driving her into the wilderness, after the creature who took all from her.

After three days, searching the townspeople and her father assumed she died of the cold. But she did not die; she thrived in fact, finally free to roam. After much searching she found the great boars trail leading up into the mountains, she followed it doggedly. Until finally she found the beast’s lair, and slew the beast, it took three arrows to the head before it went down, managing to score her leg.

She made her way back limping, but managed to tow the beast behind her all the way back to the town much to the awe of the townsfolk, it had been eight days by now. She was celebrated as a minor hero, and when asked how she did it she simply stated, “It was not me, it was my brother”.

The only one she told the truth to was her father, who in turn told Lord Rikard and requested she be taught as his apprentice, since the spot was open and she clearly had a gift. Her father found there was not much left to teach her and when Rikard left for war he went to loyal as ever, leaving her in charge.

When news of Rikard’s death came through she feared for her father, though no one knew either way. She was however made Duke Gregar’s Huntswoman despite him being off fighting, because tradition said that each new lord must have new Huntsmen. Now she struggles with the intrigues of court and the increasing number of ex-soldiers turned bandit roaming the land.

[b]Skills:[/b] Marksmanship, tracking and hunting, wilderness survival.
[b]Dreams and fears:[/b] Briala dreams of becoming the best archer and hunter in the land always improving and practicing. Also dreams of travelling to distant lands and hunting exotic game.

Fears the loss of the war and her father’s death, having lost her brother already. Although she would never admit it she fears Gregar falling in battle too.

[b]Favored equipment:[/b] A longbow, and a belt quiver that was once her father’s many who see her with it doubt she can use it proficiently but she soon proves them wrong once the first arrow flies. A long skinning knife for personal defence as well as utility. A leather belt with many pouches full of all sorts of things from medicinal herbs to equipment for trapping.  For armour she wears a light leather vest and leggings most of the time for movement, she has a heavier version for if she ever ends up in a protracted battle. Also wears a heavy fur cloak, year round to keep her from freezing in the field and protect her bow from the weather.
[b]Extra:[/b] Has an old family insignia of two mountains peaks with a trail running between them, although she barely uses it herself. Has a dog named Hairy so named by the stable boy that raised him, more of a hunting partner than pet to her.
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