Niccola Sheeran

"Hope is a sour desire"

Tall, extremely thin, almost to the point of being gaunt, with a long face, thin mobile lips and narrow eyes of a clear blue. Her skin is neither dark nor pale, with a dusting of freckles on wind-burned cheeks. Her hair is black and bound in a thin braid that falls to the back of her knees. She favors loose clothing, utility over looks.

Age:
37

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?:
Eh...she makes her own way

Power Descriptions:
None. She's just a run-of-the-mill human

Skills:
Able fighter. Not the strongest and not the stealthiest, but often the quickest. A fair hand at poetry, passable singing voice, and fair amount of wood lore

Personality:
Quiet, and a bit melancholy, but with a quick smile. She enjoys music and poetry in addition to storytelling and long talks with friends.

Biography:
Originally from a small village on the eastern cost of Ireland during the mid 9th century, her father was a blacksmith and her mother skilled in women's work. Both died of disease when she was young and she took up with a Norseman, Asger, sailing and fighting alongside him for many years as he raided. After a decade Asger lost his arm and the pair settled the small bit of land that had once been Niccola's parents. Asger raises sheep and barley while Niccola struggles to learn how to be a farm-wife, dreams of old glories, and laments their lack of children.

Likes:
Gold, stew, poetry, warm fire, wine, the ocean, summer, traveling

Dislikes:
dogs, strangers, priests, rhubarb, and storms

Fears:
Old age

Weaknesses:
Children, a toe that aches in the winter