Profile of Andraste

The giantess is a sight to behold, Smoke and charcoal plasters the off white fibers that lay underneath. Her coat isn't alone In the contrast- her two hues hold both an icy charge and softness of Lilac tones. Each one a mixed pool of seemingly different shades, making her overall appearance even more alluring.

A force to be reckoned with, a hurricane of a young woman. To back down from a challenge would be an embarrassment to herself, and a complete disregard to her own capabilities. She spends what spare time she has honing her skills, always eager to put her muscles to use. She makes choices on a "do now, think later" agenda, no obstacle or opponent is a threat In that moment- one might consider her reckless, she considers it courageous-and to each their own, according to her.

Her family hails from outside the borders of Rionnach, their roots threatened where they were once so strong and thriving. They uprooted their lives and fled from one war torn homeland to another. They easily assimilated to the life of the mainlanders, and took up arms in the war. (Wip) Spring of 1710, she's found herself sleeping, eating, and training on repeat, the barracks of the Imperial Army is her only sense of a home. Just before the war begins, however, she finds herself in a bit of a drunken brawl at the Drunken Seagull and finds herself in the company of an old childhood friend, freyja, a former soldier she'd give a hand in escaping the army, and a few other pretty private ladies. After this, Andra is taken back to the dungeons for laying paws on a higher ranking officer by accident (and drunkenly), where she spends only a little while before Freyja and Rue come to find her and another lady from the rowdy brawl in the cells. With a few stolen keys, Andra finds herself running from the familiar territory of the army, and into the less familiar territory of her newfound home: along the beaches of Sussex.