User:Menawa

%r%t Hair the deepest, darkest shade of black one can imagine shines with good health, the thick mass tamed into a long braid that ends just in the small of her back, whisps at temples and along forehead left lose to soften the look. High, arched brows and thick, curled lashes give her a wide-eyed look sometimes, the orbs peering out at the world a grey that changes with her mood. A ski-slope nose and generous mouth help detract from a chin that some may say is a little too stubborn and strong.

%r%t The third child born to Lord Menegor Aedmithrusc, Menawa fills the 'girl' slot in the male dominated family. Just like many of the women in their clan, she's taking up the mantle of 'healer', mothering those that fall into her care. When not helping with the task of tending to those that are sick, or watching after the youngest of their numbers, she fondly watched her older brothers Berfilas and Agladar practicing. Though she did not spend as much time in his shadow, the loss of Berfilas hit her hard, draining a little of the joy from her. Now, seeing Agladar follow in his foot steps, she is both proud and afraid. %r%r At this point in time, this young girl is steadily moving towards a young woman, and showing great promise in the healing arts. If only she would stay on this path. %r%r After returning from her first deployment with a company, she found herself talking with Lord Gildring, desiring only the chance to delve into the knowledge held within the walls of his Hall and somehow ends up working for him.