Lady The Niamh Greenmarch
Let the word and the legend go before you. There are those who will carry both. Fools, perchance. Let the word go before you. Let your shadow grow. Let it grow hair on its face. Let it become dark. Given time, words may even enchant an enchanter.
Obituary: It's early in the morning when the news comes out. Lady Niamh Greenmarch has been found in a bed in the Greenmarch home, dead. The young woman is said to have a peaceful look on her face, hands gently folded on her stomach. There's no blood, no injury. She has simply...passed.
Description: When her hair is down and she takes the time to add the cosmetics that the Ladies of Arx apply, it is easy to forget that Niamh is anything other than a noble-born lady. But that is rarely how she chooses to walk through the world. Her honey-blonde hair is often styled either entirely to one side or pulled back in a ponytail, showing off the razored sides of her head. Her brows are too straight and thin to fit the mold of sculpted beauty, and her eyes are a vivid jade in color with flecks of gold. A strong jaw and bow lips of dusky pink finish the details of the proud Greenmarch's face. At 5'11" she stands shoulder to shoulder with many men.
Personality: Niamh is quick to laugh, fierce in battle, strong in her friendships, eager to defend those who can't defend themselves, and would rather be out of doors than inside. She's quick to make friends, and easy to get along with, but she'll step up and call out almost anyone if she feels they're being too foolish.
Background: Niamh was born with storms to herald her; the worst of that year her mother would later tell her. It was no surprise to any in Greenmarch that she would be the loudest child of her generation; a claim she staked from the first weeks of her birth with her wails and cries. While everyone knew that this niece of Marcel's was bound to be something fierce and strong, none would ever know for certain what was in store.
Niamh is a woman that has seen change all through her life. From the death of her parents when she was eight while fighting to defend the Greenmarch from other Shavs, to the sudden change in status as the Greenmarch Shavs bent knee and joined the Compact. With Marian off at Valardin and Marius becoming Marquis of the Greenmarch, it was Niamh that they turned to to bear the title of Sword... and then promptly sent her off to Arx to see if she could become a real Lady instead of just a savage. Or so the joke went.
Niamh has made a name for herself in the city. She's shown she can wear a dress when she needs to, but her reputation has come as a champion for the downtrodden and her skill in the Champion's ring. And since being Sword of the Greenmarch doesn't take up too much of her time, she's found a way to make herself Arsmaster of the Champion's Guild where she trains other champions and ensures that those who seek the Guild's services have someone take up their claim.
|Thena||Someone who understands. I am glad the Grandmaster saw fit to send me her way.|
|Valery||She seems nice. She helped me with the Stone Grove.|