Caoimhe Seregon-Coruceil

Description

This young woman, scant years out of her teens, is like an image that summer dreamt up. She has a radiant tangle of long white-gold hair that reaches down over her backside. The front strands have been braided on either side of her head, and are joined in the back. Brighter even than her hair is the 'crown' she wears- a circlet of a bright silver chain, punctuated at small intervals by small pearls and azurite that blaze the way towards a small charm which rests against the smooth, pale skin of her brow: its shape is that of a serpent, cast in white gold.

Her wide, fey eyes are a vivid hazel. Her brows are neat, long arches much darker than her hair, drawing an observer's attention to her eyes. A few sandy freckles dust her cheeks and the bridge of her small nose, like kisses from the sun. Her lips are pale pink and perfectly shaped.

On her lean frame she wears thin, well-fitted deerskin breeches that hug what few curves she's got, and a long-waisted hunter green tunic. The sleeves have been tailored to just above her elbows. A belt around her waist holds the scabbard of her long sword and the smaller sheaths of a pair of daggers.

The scars on this woman are few but notable. There's a small pink crescent-moon about an inch under her right eye. The palms of her hands show heavy scarring from a knife, old white lines crisscrossing over her skin. Her left calf, when visible beneath trousers and boots, is mostly scar tissue, and the twisted way the wound has healed suggests little medical care and a tousle with some large animal.

History

There are few in Bree and its surrounds who haven't heard the name of Muirgheal, the mother of the twins Caoimhe and Elfaroth, and their younger brother, Alfirin. However, there are fewer who would recall the name of Seeker, the mysterious father of these three. He's been gone for years. Still, there are those who recall Muirgheal, pregnant with the twins, disappearing for some time before returning with that Seeker fellow, and their subsequent attempt to make a home for themselves out in Archet. Seems they wanted to raise their family in private.

Well, it wasn't too long after their return that Muirgheal gave birth again, and then Seeker was gone, leaving her to care for the three small children. Oh, it's not like she didn't have help; soon she was back with that Uannve Oth, a woman as mysterious as Seeker, if not more so. They say Muirgheal and Uannve are practically married, unnatural as it may sound, and it appears to be true; they raised the children together, punctuated by the occasional absence of Muirgheal from Archet, though she has always returned.

Like the rest of the family, the land of Caoimhe's birth is a mystery. For the most part, she was raised in Archet by her mothers, Muirgheal and Uannve, and she was close with her brothers- especially the younger- Alfirin. In fact, you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who'd spotted Caoimhe out of the company of her younger, blonde-haired brother as they roamed the lands surrounding Bree together- hand-in-hand, or at least always close enough to touch. As would be expected of any of Muirgheal's get, she grew up strong, fast, and fierce, though her skills extended beyond those of the blade; it was not uncommon to see Caoimhe with a little leather bag full of parchment, stubs of charcoal, and other materials for sketching the townsfolk or the wilds.

When Caoimhe reached the age of fifteen, she vanished from Bree; she was off to the distant land of Dale, and there she remained for several years that she will not speak of. Yet the wild moors are in Caoimhe's blood. Eventually, she left Dale behind her, and with a merchant caravan, she crossed the Misty Mountains and traveled back to her homeland.

Now, back in the company of her family, she seems to have renewed her fierce closeness with her younger brother- a closeness that seems as unnatural as Muirgheal and Uannve's union. She and both her brothers have taken to roaming the wilds of Eridaor in a little group, and the trio is not looking to make friends- rather, to secure their freedom and carve out an existence in this often-dangerous corner of the world.