A hunter of noble bearing.

Brooding and prideful, but generous of heart; the blight has soured the carefree girl of her youth turning her into a stern and silent woman, yet behind the hard exterior lies a heart that won't abide any injustice or cruelty to go unpunished for long.

Quick-witted but prickly, with little patience for pointless chatter. Manning the endless quests that were necessary to put an end to the blight was an undoubtedly educating ordeal for someone that would much rather flee to the dark and quiet corners of a forest than to remain seated in a room full of nobles and people waiting for her command for more than a few seconds, but becoming a warden taught her that although you very rarely get to do what you want, it's still mandatory to stick around to do what you must.

... Because otherwise everything goes to shit, and picking up the slack is somehow worse than holding the fort together.

Still, there is some softness left in her. A warmth and kindness she keeps for those who suffer and those (very few) who are close to her heart. A fondness that will send her across an entire continent if need be to search and help a friend in need, for she is a faithful and honest comrade -if not a particularly nice one-, always there to share the burdens of others.

(Loss is a bitter pill to swallow, after all, as experience as so cruelly shown her.)