<strong>Name:</strong>Jarl Dawn Stormcleaver<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Fair and even-handed, she acts cautiously outside of a fight, and often seeks additional perspective on problems. That's not to say she won't get a little angry, but she acts rather conservative most of the time. In a fight, she howls with rage as she cuts through the enemy.<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Fair-skinned with a slim, yet muscular, build. She often wears a cloak made of the pelt of a bear that she hunted alone.<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>History: </strong>Dawn is no stranger to storms, as her name would imply. Her home was far north, wracked with cold all days of the year. Even in this inhospitable environment, her people thrived, hunting the wild animals and foraging for food, and mining the rich veins of ore beneath their feet. Their steel was known as the best in the land, and to hold one of their blades was an honor.<br/><br/>Dawn came to power through conflict. Her people believed that the strongest warriors made the best leaders, so when her father, Jarl Dean Stormcleaver, died, she entered the tournament that would choose the next Jarl. She fought against the best warriors her people had to offer, and she defeated all opponents who stood before her. Taking her father's crown of iron and sapphires, her people bowed before her as the new Jarl.<br/><br/>The people flourished under her rule. She acted always with wisdom, compassion, and valor. In war, peace, and more, she was tested. Never did she falter...until the dead rose.<br/><br/>Corpses, the wise elders told her. Shambling husks that moved, but were devoid of life. She rallied her people to fight them, but each conflict with the dead monstrosities only weakened her forces, and strengthened the enemy. It swiftly became clear that the town of Falion's Rest was doomed. With a heavy heart, she turned to her people, only a fifth of them still alive, and commanded them to flee. Twas the only chance to survive.<br/><br/>Dawn set Falion's Rest, the only home she had ever known, alight with flame. The monsters would have no more then a pile of ashes for their victory. Agreeing to split apart so the monsters could not chase them all, Dawn went off alone on her horse. The distance, however, would not stop the dead from claiming one more victim. Two days after she set off, Dawn's horse became violently ill. Looking in his eyes, Dawn could see that whatever made the monsters walk had taken root in her faithful steed. In tears, she ended Snowstrider's life.<br/><br/>Now she wanders, with only her crown (tucked into her pack) and her weapons, plus a small amount of food. Potentially, she is the sole survivor of Falion's Rest. Heavy hangs her head, and the cold does little to ease her heart's suffering.<br/><strong>Combat:</strong>She is a master of many weapons, but prefers to use a one-handed sword or axe in tandem with a shield. She also carries a few throwing axes for range.<br/><strong>Picture: </strong>(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/41/r169_457x256_8364_Asha_2d_fantasy_ship_girl_woman_viking_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)