<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SVgHqW2.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Iona Viliulf (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300582.msg14694421#msg14694421)</span></strong><br/>Feeling a goading prod at the small of her back, Iona Wilulf is prompted forth from the assembled with a few jostles, gouges, and even a haughty shove.  Normally a fierce tomboy and a rabble-rouser (to put it lightly), Iona looks terribly out-of-place at the moment.<br/><br/>She's wearing leather armor of reasonable quality, but of all things she's actually wearing<i>cosmetics</i>, a thing she would never abide under normal circumstances.  Unlike others of her village, it seems, Iona has been conscripted into this coming-of-age rite, and knowing the condition of her grandparents' home and her meager income on the riverbank, it's safe to assume that this is either her penance for some perceived injustice or an ill-advised opportunity to erase a debt.<br/><br/>Giving her blond hair an indignant shake to clear a few strands from her face, she shoots a dagger-pointed stare over her shoulder before panning her gaze over the crowd.  She recites her part ingloriously-- though delicate of phrasing and alto in timbre-- with a deadpan, sardonic stare.  "I, Iona of Kassen, am a seeker of the flame."  The acrid lack of enthusiasm would make any rebellious teenager sneer with pride.