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[center][color=1a7b30]Name:[/color] [color=82ca9d]Ehnleth[/color]

[color=1a7b30]Appearance:[/color] 
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[color=82ca9d]Approximately 26 years of age, 5'8 in stature, and muscular in build. [/color]

[color=1a7b30]Biography:[/color] 
[color=82ca9d]Ehnleth belonged to one of the many barbarian clans in Sivar Velg. Hers wasn't the most notorious by any means, but it's frequent raids pulled enough attention. Ehnleth herself was raised in this environment, a tribe of warriors ever flowing through the rough and bitter terrain, claiming settlements for their own or razing them down, while she was molded into a small but mighty warrior. At the tender age of twelve, she started her training, learning the ways of her brutal clan. At sixteen, she was allowed to join into the fray herself, gaining rapid experience in her vicious inherited occupation. Ehnleth began with small skirmishes, and graduated to larger raids with age, as she evolved from fledgling warrior to a full force of wrath. She enjoyed the heat of battle, the adrenaline like fire through her veins, warming her despite the surrounding snow. Her passion and bloodlust was unmatched and only grew stronger with time until, at the age of 19, her scarred and muscular body stood as a testament to her skill.
When the Order came to her settlement, Ehnleth's perspective changed. They swept through her village, hunting for something of which she was unaware, while she stared in awe at their swiftness and tenacity. She felt...admiration. Some of her clan watched, careful to stay out of the way of the notorious Order of Cinders. Others were threatened by this, and fought back against the raid, their barbaric cries resounding within the thick wooden walls of the settlement as they were taken down with fire. In a matter of minutes, the hunt was over, and the prey was found. On a whim, Ehnleth approached a hunter and demanded to be taken along, eager to join this worthy and noble group. 
Years had passed, and Ehnleth remained vigilant in her pursuit for a good fight, though her purposes changed. The Order of Cinders straightened her out to the ways of justice, the honorable fight against the wicked who existed in the cracks of the surrounding world. Though the barbarian within remains.
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[color=1a7b30]Personality:[/color] 
[color=82ca9d]The being that Ehnleth becomes in battle can't be ignored, and is quite obvious. Nothing short of a beast of war, and twice as deadly. But outside of the hunt, one would find a much more relaxed woman. She is hearty and confident, easily identified as the loudest laugh in any room. She enjoys a good drink, rowdy company, and exchanging stories over her scars and the weathered marks of her peers. If the story turns into a competition, she'll be the first to start it, and gladly be the one to end it as well. As quickly as she will crack a joke, she can turn a storm. Her temper is as wicked and sharp as her axe.
Music is a passion for Ehnleth, as it is known that she will wear out any bard in her midst, eager for another song, the next limerick, just one more tune.[/color]
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