Lady Adalyn Clement
Lets do that /again/!
Description: Adalyn moves with the grace and energy of someone who seems to almost never be tired, there's bounce in each and every one of her steps. She's of average height and weight, with a build that lends itself towards athleticism while retaining some soft feminine curves. Her face is cute, heart-shaped and with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her straight nose. She possesses expressive green eyes, with flecks of gold just around the pupil. Her mouth is all too often pulled into bright, quirky smile that deepens her dimples. Long hair that is a lustrous honey-blonde is prone to cascading in soft waves over shoulders, when it's not plaited into two long braids.
Personality: Bright, cheery and desperate for a crowd. Adalyn loves fighting with her swords as much as she loves telling stories about the tale afterwards. There's almost no limit to the kind of grandiose showboating that she's inclined towards. Her journey on horseback from Artshall to Arx in particular is full of wild stories of the people (and creatures, if you would believe her) that she met along the way. Treasures found! Damsels saved! Maybe even some princes saved, wink wink. Many would say this isn't very Oathlander of her and some would even say she's making these things up. And she might be, it's hard to tell. She's so enthusiastic about it all.
She's the first to jump in to champion others in honor duels, eager to display how quick and light she is on her feet. How she can be the one to get in the first blood. She's also the first to volunteer herself for crazy expeditions and adventures, the more dangerous, the better. It's possible that this is all a bid to prove herself or perhaps she's just an adrenaline junky that loves the rush. Either way, if you're looking for a companion on the road, pick Adalyn. Or she'll just come along anyway, how would you stop her?
Background: Adalyn was the one child born of the marriage between Sir Norwood Clement and his late wife. She was treasured and adored by her father and didn't lack for love in the slightest in those regards. An argument could be made that he shouldn't have gone carting her around to /quite/ so many of his knightly duties however. She spent hours watching him train Jael and Klaus Laurent, picking up bits and pieces of swordsmanship from observation alone. Yet he was reluctant to give his own daughter the same instruction, despite her pleas. She was too young! It was too soon! He didn't want her learning the blade
.But Adalyn would have her own way about this. Because all that adoration and time spent indulging her, it had made her a little spoiled and all too stubborn. So at ten years old, she began 'training' on her own. With a heavy stick and some pots worn for helmets she sparred against one of the other children in Artshall. It was all going fine until she brained him nice and good and knocked him unconscious. Thankfully, he was fine. But poor Norwood was forced to admit that wasn't going to be able to deter her from her wishes, so he might as well train her. Before someone /really/ got hurt.
Over time, she has grown into quite the talented warrior. She has more swish and swagger than her father might care for and her showmanship truly grates on his nerves sometimes. She often makes grandiose remarks of how she'll take that sword from him someday! Before laughing brightly and jumping into a tale of her latest escapade. And there are many, many escapades.
Her current plot to cause her family distress has been to runaway from the Oathlands and appear in Arx, unprompted. She's decided she wants to join the Champions Guild! And that mercenary group, but no, not the one run by Duke Telmar's son! The one by that Lycene Baron! The Valorous Few! He seems like fun.
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