<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Irene66.jpg)</div>Sophia Peace-Bond (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054749)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Background</span></strong><br/><br/>Sophia had always been something of an oddity among the Tiger Lords. From a young age, she was blessed with otherworldly beauty, a hauntingly lovely voice, and an almost infinite well of patience in her dealings with other children. It was clear that she had inherited none of these traits from her mother Irene, who was as rough and short-tempered as any of her fellow tribesmen. When she began to show the first glimmers of magical power, it was said that Irene had copulated with a satyr or some other fey creature, or even given her body to a demon. Irene never tried to deny any of these rumours, nor did she speak of Sophia's father, even to her. She always said that a woman's strength was her own, not her father's, and that Sophia would find her place in the world through her own accomplishments.<br/><br/>And Sophia did find her place in the world. She grew up with the other youngsters of the tribe, and learned to fight, to hunt, to forage and to ride with the best of them. She learned her tribe's violent and brutal ways, and while she never actually rejected them, hers was always one of the voices calling for restraint and compassion in the tribe's dealings with outsiders, and among their own number. She struggled to earn and keep the respect of the other children, and found that a calm word one day, and an angry challenge the next, could give her what she wanted.<br/><br/>When Sophia was twelve, a small group of tribesmen split away from the main body of the tribe, to seek better hunting deeper in the Stolen Lands. They wanted to pursue a more peaceful path, without the infighting and constant warfare the others embraced, and to follow the simple teachings of the god Erastil rather than the tribe's more violent deities. Sophia went with them, feeling that their path was hers as well. Indeed, she found that her true calling was to act as an intermediary between this splinter group and the main tribe, ensuring that they never became enemies and that their common roots were always remembered.<br/><br/>At sixteen, Sophia is a woman, with full adult rights in the Tiger Lords. She is called "Peace-Bond" for her work in keeping the disparate factions of the tribe united. Some who do not value her work call her less flattering names, like "Coward-Lamb" and "Goat-Child", but for the most part she is accorded the respect due her age and status. She rides with the tribe, fighting monsters and hostile raiders, but spreading her message of peace where she can.<br/><br/>Now she has been called by the Swordlords of Rostov to tame the Greenbelt. She has mixed feelings about this, of course, since the Tiger Lords are one of the peoples that the Swordlords would deem it necessary to pacify. But the Stolen Lands are a big place, and she feels that there will always be room for the Tiger Lords. And there are much more powerful and violent forces in the Stolen Lands than her people, and maybe an organised effort to tame them would benefit everyone.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span></strong><br/><br/>Sophia is a beautiful woman, with what would be fine, luxurious brown hair and smooth, pale skin if she had grown up in another place. But she is a Tiger Lord. She wears her hair in several tight dreadlocks, often matted with dirt or blood. Her body is covered with tribal tattoos and scars from numerous fights, and her ears are pierced with several bone studs. She smells of sweat, blood, horses and of only bathing once a year.<br/><br/>She dresses for the environment, covering up in thick furs in the winter and stripping down to the bare essentials in summer, and she always wears a few trophies from monsters she has slain, favouring necklaces and bracelets made from teeth and claws. She carries a large two-handed axe whose head has a peculiar silver sheen, a gift from her mother to carry on the family tradition of hunting werewolves to protect the tribe. She rides a horse named Comet, a young chestnut mare with a white star and socks.