[hider= Grandmother Dyrki - Major NPC]
[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=DarkKhaki][center]Grandmother Dyrki[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=DarkKhaki][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Name:[/color][/b] Tavore Orlenna Dyrki
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Darke Name:[/color][/b] Erovat
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Age:[/color][/b] 87
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Birthday:[/color][/b] August 11
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Position:[/color][/b] Matriarch of the Dyrki
[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=DarkKhaki][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Height:[/color][/b] 5 foot 10 inches
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Weight:[/color][/b] 145 pounds
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Build:[/color][/b] Wiry and still atheletic for a old woman who plays a limp old hunchback
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Eyes:[/color][/b] Amber
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Hair:[/color][/b] Grey with a few strands of black
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Darkly tanned
[b][color=DarkKhaki]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] She has a fair few scars form her life over her hands, arms and a tattoo of vine work that curls over her shoulder and back and up onto her neck. The scroll work ends in various dark eyes of various creatures. A owl peering from her neck.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=DarkKhaki][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=DarkKhaki][center]Cunning * Bossy[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=DarkKhaki]Personality:[/color][/b] 
	Tavore rarely shies from stating her opinion and is quick to dish out punishment when it is due. A cunning old woman with a wicked tongue, hers is the lap that Grimspound grew his own wits upon. She doesn't hold to the fact she is 'commonborn' or that royals are above her. According to Tavore who sits on a throne and wears a crown is only who wants the largest target on their back. They also, according to Tavore, have the least sense.

	But for her family, there is nothing the family matriarch wouldn't do. She fought in her youth for her kin and was a wild one, something she passed to her many children. Though she will mock and jab at her kin, she will rend anyone else who tries to mock her family out of line. Though as she would say 'a good ribbing never hurt anyone'. In the game of politics which she's taken up in her old age with her many relations acting as her hands and eyes, she will do what needs to be done for the best of the clan before she passes.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=DarkKhaki][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
	Born as her own daughter was born, into a world and a clan where family and kinship was everything. Tavore grew up running wild with her brothers, sisters and numerous cousins. She learned the craft of the woods and the craft of fighting and hunting men. Raiding with the more wilder branch of the Dyrki that ranged sixty years ago, she was fourteen when she first joined. When she was sixteen she was leading the warband along with her consort, Fallon. A clever man but built like a willow and just as easy to snap. Another four years she spent raiding, she was twenty when her first child came into the world and she gave up the life of a raider and bandit.
	Returning to the clan with her chosen mate and child, not to mention a loyal band of fighters. Tavore took on the position of her father's second in command as he led the clan and acted as headman. She spent this time leaving every so often and letting her children be raised by her father and siblings while she went on trading bouts or raids when bandits threatened the Dyrki's trade routes. It was on one of these travels when she was near thirty when she met Heboric, or rather she met his sword with her own. Heboric was a bandit who Tavore then played a game of cat and mouse with for a few years. It was during these years Heboric and Fallon entered into a duel over Tavore. Being jealous men and all, Tavore saw no reason to stop it and took Heboric as her husband when he killed Fallon. This irked many of her children and her family, but the tart Tavore would have none of it. Fallon and Heboric had entered into honorable combat, and Fallon had lost. That was the way it was. This set a base line for what was to come.
	It was another five years after that and Tavore was nearly thirty seven when she took over the clan from her ailing father. Her child Tersa who's parentage could have been either of Tavore's two lovers, was seven or eight at the time. In all Tavore had birthed a good six children. Tavore wasted no time and more firmly cemented her clan as famed hunters and traders. Their craft and wares bringing in good and fighting bandits brought them good will. For the next fifty years Tavore ruled the clan and gave it many more children. Her husband Heboric passed when the Grandmother of the Dyrki's clan was a little over sixty. Since his death, she took a few lovers, though the family avoids speaking of it.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=DarkKhaki][center]Abilities[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[*]Warging- Able to use a creatures sense as her own, and control it's body. She's often wondered if her body died while she was Warging if she would be trapped in the creature to live on.
[*] Master Archer
[*] Knife throwing/Fighting
[*] Cane whacking
[*] Sharp Wit
[*] Iron Will
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