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Date of Birth:
13th November 2017
Luperci Ortus
Every inch of Silivren cuts like a blade. She has a sharp carmine gaze and a wide, stern mouth. She is an indeterminate mixture of dog breeds which results in a tall, willowy woman with long-standing ears. She is made up in white and grey tones, her pink skin seeping through in places where the fur is at its thinnest. Her hair is almost always left loose and long (never styled) or is tied into a ponytail. Her extremities are brindled silver, the stripes fading away as they reach her torso. Upon her broad shoulders, she has a collection of eye-markings that have been etched into her skin. She loathes to tell people what they represent - but they are a remnant of her life directly after the war.

Silivrens appearance is defined by her time as a soldier. She has a smattering of scars that trail across her ribs and around her hands. She is muscular like a big cat and tends to glide through a room. She can most often be found wearing a collection of leather armour that is patched together from her time as a mercenary – but beyond that, the woman often wraps herself in layers of fabric to stave off the cold.

An old war injury is threatening to claim her vision, and this terrifies the warrior more than anything else. This is a secret that she has shared with no one, not even her wife.
Silivren has the uncanny ability to siphon attention from lost souls. She is beautiful in a savage sort of way: pragmatic and sly; all sharp teeth and a silver tongue. Once a Captain, Silivren demands respect from those in her company. She can rouse motivation from nothing, pulling upon threads of loyalty to accomplish a task. There is something feral about her despite her two-legged form, and she looks at others the way a predator might assess their prey.

Despite her charming nature, Silivren can easily become hyper-focused on her work. This can make her difficult to reason with. In the past, she has made hasty decisions that have endangered others, or that have resulted in questionable outcomes. She is not afraid to use violence to get her point across. She is known for giving rousing speeches to gather people to her cause and can be convincing regardless of her knowledge on any given subject. Silivren believes that she has been rewarded for her service and is deeply ingratiated to Nín.

The soldier favours a long sword as her weapon of choice and is proficient with a hunting bow.

She has a soft spot for children as she has never had any of her own.
Mothers - Ithilwen and Rava Garwaen
Brothers - Atalat, Tarquin, Glin

Wife: Tigraine
Tigraine - cNPC (Wife)
Silivren grew up in Old Caledonia, the daughter of Ithilwen and Rava – two priestesses who were dedicated to documenting the trials and tribulations of their people. Rava was originally from Taur, an old family line of Druids who fell in love with Ithilwen during a trade mission and then stayed behind to marry.

Their first and only litter grew up in relative peace, learning what it meant to be a family blended by two traditions. When the time came to contribute to the Clan, Silivren and her brothers joined the army; eager to prove themselves as capable soldiers. During a mission, Silivren made a bad call which resulted in the loss of one of her brothers – and this began a spiral of change.

Later she met Tigraine. The quiet woman had been taken in by the Clan during a raid of a nearby enemy encampment. Despite their differences Silivren quickly claimed her as her own – the wedding ceremony taking place shortly before the war.

When the war came, they were over run.

Despite their intentions, the pair fled – unwilling to die. Ever since their relationship has seen some changes; Tigraine is even quieter than before, and Silivren is hardened... unrelenting in her wish to topple whatever it is that upset her life.

Every since they have been travelling as Pathfinders – scouting and raiding as they go.
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