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[b]Name:[/b] Igfrid
[b]Aliases:[/b] Ig, Iggy, "Fuzzface"
[b]Race:[/b] Nord
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Age:[/b] 31
[b]Appearance:[/b] A short, stocky woman with thick pale blonde hair that is usually plaited back into a shoulder length to keep it out of her face, with warm and friendly features and freckled skin burnt by the sun reflected off of the snow. She usually wears the iron armour whenever she is required on a fighting mission, and it provides protection to the vital areas without impeding her movement. All of her clothes seem too big for her, usually held together with lots of straps in odd places. Her eyes are an unnaturally bright golden colour. She bears no scars.

[b]Faction:[/b] The Odd Jobs (Part-time worker), Independent (The Companions)
[b]Weapons:[/b] Herself, a sword, and usually whatever she can pick up at the time. Melee only.
[b]Magics:[/b] N/A
[b]Equipment/Items:[/b] Clothes, armour, a bag, empty vials, water skin, mead flask, old food, barely any coins.
[b]Personality:[/b] 

Despite the strong appearance, Igfrid is actually quite warm and calm and complacent. Her nonchalance is almost infectious, and she rarely ever starts to panic in the face of danger. Her slow speech is weaved with a wiser understanding and sympathy from which she had achieved only through being the listener to many tales and many people. Her tranquil silence opened conversation without interruption, and she moves with a grace that could only be possible for someone who is completely and wholly understanding on her own limitations, how far she can be pushed, her doubts and her flaws.

It's strange, therefore, that Igfrid seems to be in the place she is in. As a Companion, she's known for being a low-wage but morally correct mercenary, and she has been seen at home in even the most seediest of bars in Riften. For someone with such a high intelligence and polite manner, it'd be impossible to figure out why she isn't sitting upon the highest thrones, drinking mulled wine with the Jarls and wearing finery that most women would be jealous of.

Many, many rumours surround Igfrid, who is known by many and understood by few, connecting her with an upper class Nordic family name of Telmjr, for it is said that 20 years ago they lost their one and only daughter, taken away by Udefrykte trolls in the dead of night at the age of 11. The only evidence that these people have, however, is the fact that nobody knows about her past and the fact that the two ages match up. The rumours are constant, but seem irrelevant.