Fiona comes from hearty stock in the @Lightstones. At 18 years old, she is a hard worker, having felt little choice in the matter after father left for the war. She tends to the lighthouse and her siblings, helping mother without voicing complaint.

Fiona comes from hearty stock in the @Lightstones. At 18 years old, she is a hard worker, having felt little choice in the matter after father left for the war. She tends to the lighthouse and her siblings, helping mother without voicing complaint.
 
The wind landed on the cliffs edge from the west, bringing the faintest scent of pine from the islands among the sea scents. A young woman, shoulders braced against the gale walked up a well worn cliffhair blew into her face as she looked out towards the horizon, where the clouds faded beyond sight. I should just cut my hair off, Fiona thought, or maybe glue it down with that tar Tarin uses on the inns in town. A smile broke through the serious expression that she held before the errant thought allowed it's escape. The winds bring change, and change always means more work, she mused.

Gender

Female

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Brown

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Tanned

Height

5'9

Weight

135 lbs