<strong>Name:</strong>Benesli 'Benny' Ironborn (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=160415)<br/>Human Warblade<br/><br/>(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/DancingDoggie/Androgynous/YoungSoldier.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong>Twenty-one years ago.  It was at the tale end of Glastheim's ninth war with the Redclaw tribe of orcs, the day of the final battle.  Near the end of the war, the Redclaws stooped so low as to bring mercenaries into the war en masse.  At the apointed hour for the final battle, the high commander of the mercenary forces appeared before the dwarven armies, alone, and challenged the dwarves to trial by champion.  The dwarven general, Glorin Axebeard, mightiest in his entire hold, accepted and appointed<em>himself</em>as champion.  The fight was swift, brutal, and spectacular.  This nameless commander was the first person in General Glorin's entire life to bring him to one knee, and even managed to lop off his beard, a grave insult, but in the end, it was Glorin who prevailed, yet the nameless commander passed on with a smile on his face.  His last words were, "I know ya gotta take care of my girl, now, Beardy."  The madman even laughed as he said it, but he was right; in slaying the commander in an honorable duel, Glorin was now honor-bound to tend to the well-being of his fallen foe's family.<br/><br/>The dwarven armies pressed on to claim their rightfully won prisoners from the mercenary and orc forces, only to find a slaughter.  There had been a payment dispute that turned violent, ending in the complete destruction of both sides.  There was only one person alive among the carnage, the nameless commander's daughter.  As honor demanded, though not without a great deal of scorn, Glorin took the girl in and looked after her needs, if nothing else.  Being human, the girl wasn't actually a part of any clan, despite being under the care of the Axebeard clan.  Although Glorin despised her immediately and unconditionally, the rest of the clan received her more kindly, and gifted her with a name.  Benesli.<br/><br/>Her guardian took to throwing young Benesli into situations she was completely unprepared for, in the hopes that she would fail miserably and humiliate herself.  He'd throw her in with the other apprentices in the forge, and she excelled.  He threw her in with the other apprentices in training, handed her the biggest and most unwieldy sword they had, yet she proved a natural.  Despite her guardian's best efforts, the young Benesli earned honor to her name, and gained the respect of the entire hold through her efforts.<br/><br/>It was when the remnants of the Redclaw clan resurfaced that she finally got the opportunity to prove her prowess on the field of battle, taking the massive blade she had wrought to bear against the orc dregs, even felling the last in the Redclaw's line of chieftains with a single stroke.<br/><br/>This was the final feather in her cap that earned her a true place among the dwarves.  Legal membership in a clan.  But there was one problem; Glorin was dead set against it, and absolutely refused to allow her into clan Axebeard.  And Benny didn't have the ties to the other clans to join them.  So, the elders decided she would be her own clan.  Thus, clan Ironborn was founded, and Benesli Ironborn was legally declared a dwarf.  Immediately, Glorin took the opportunity to banish her from Axebeard holdings, as was his right now that she was no longer his responsibility, and she left the hold to make a name for her new clan, that it may gain members and glory, and endure through the ages.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Benny is young, strong, and handsome.  She has a hard, lean, well-muscled body with biceps that would make most orcs jealous.  Her silver hair and gray eyes give her something of a distant, somber air that rarely lasts longer than it takes for her to open her mouth.  Having spent most of her life underground, she's still extremely pale.<br/><br/>She tends towards heavier, looser clothing, and even her casual wear very nearly qualifies as armor unto itself, though she's not one to shackle herself to the ground with seven layers of steel.  If her tastes in clothing tend towards the heavier side, her taste in armor tends towards the lighter, that her movement might be unimpeded.<br/><br/>Her most notable feature when suited up for battle, or even simply traveling, begins at her left shoulder, with a system of harnesses traveling down her arm, to a heavy gauntlet shackled to the handle of a ten-foot slab of solid steel she calls a sword.  Her baby.  A sword she made with her own two hands, and a weapon that would look no less imposing in the hands of an giant.<br/><br/>Ultimately, Benny looks more like a boy than a girl.  With washboard abs and a chest that fails to compete with the average ironing board, very few in her entire life have ever accurately identified her as a woman, and most don't believe her when corrected.  Even topless, some have still made that same mistake.  And when rumors of the mighty warrior and skilled smith 'Benny' spread, they irrevocably brand her male.  She has long since given up on correcting those who make that mistake.