Name: Arvyria Kanset

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Appearance: A lithe 5'9", her strong bone structure contrasts wispy blonde hair and an unobtrusive gaze. She wears a clearly borrowed [url=http://www.outfit4events.com/runtime/cache/images/productBig/mib_0702b.JPG]cuirass[/url] with matching [url=http://www.allenantiques.com/images/A-108-pauldrons.jpg]pauldrons[/url] -- ill-fitted but functional -- as well as leather pants and high, thick boots. The only piece that truly seems to fit her is the [url=https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpt1/v/t34.0-12/12366776_10208744248510061_637790944_n.jpg?oh=a600729cc51e718a8dee13be6ae72d18&oe=566DE85D]winding, ornate vambrace, with a separate piece to protect the back of her hand.[/url] Though exaggerated in its sculpted musculature, it holds snug to her arm, which moves with intuition and dexterity.

Tag: The Stranger

About: Arvyria lost her way of life when her village -- nestled between 14th century Norway and Sweden -- disappeared overnight, leaving only wilderness. Though she understood the language of those two neighboring countries, the difference in accent remained apparent: she read her A's as 'eh's, and her R's trailed half a second longer than other people's. Without a community of her own, she became an easy target for brigands and 'respectable' nationalists alike. The guards along the national border nearly put an end to her wandering one night, but the guard post was ambushed and her captors slain. However, rather than taking her captive, her rescuers left a sinewy-looking steel demigauntlet in her possession and demanded that she 'follow it to its source.' She drifted into sleep still digesting those scant words...and once more, awoke to an unfamiliar new world.