Emmeline Hildebrandt

Biographical information

Birthplace Alliria Born Died Age 32 Home Alliria Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Female Height 5'5 Mass 145lbs Hair color Brown Eye color Green Skin color Pale

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Traveling Mercenary Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Abigail Grimm Created on August 8, 2022 Avatar AI Generated

Fair of skin, Emmeline Hildebrandt's usual guard shift underneath the moonlit skies have done little to add pigmentation to the woman's skin. Dark brown waves frame her face when loose, but most often her hair is drawn upward, tied with a leather thong to keep it out of her face--of which there was only one even slightly remarkable quality: a set of distant, tired green eyes.

The woman stands at five foot five, just below average, and hosts a slender frame. Nothing about her appearance stands out in contrast to the average commoner on the street, and she prefers it this way. If outside the limits of a major city, the woman is often armored with hybrid leather-metal armor, which allows the warrior an unusual swiftness in the swing of the massive blade at her back.

When unarmed, the woman usually adorns herself simply: a comfortable pair of leather trousers, a loose, blue shirt, and some sturdy leather boots. Regardless of her state of dress, there's a silver blade always at her hip--a gift from her brother before he vanished. And beneath her guise, hardly even an inch from her heart, a knotted scar mars her flesh, its matching exit upon her back a haunting remind of the day her parents died.

As a child, Emmeline was a friendly, exuberant girl. The pride of her parents, who believed her wit and ability to take action might land her a decently paying job, little could dampen her mood and as she grew older, she showed an affinity for working with others, her kind soul yet unscarred.

Fate would not see Emma remain that gentle, loving girl. After she and her brother survived the slaughter of their parents when she was sixteen, something about the youth changed irrevocably. Trauma permanently darkened her outlook, and beneath the soft, quiet woman's face, there boils a hatred and thirst for vengeance that guides her every step.

Those meeting her will find that she simply exists, but she is loyal to those who she takes arms up with undoubtedly--and to her, a job well done is only the precursor to the next, tougher job.