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Alexia Mournhell

Dame Alexia Vander- Mournhell

Head of the Feakrith lower district guard.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Rugged and Resolute: Sun-baked skin: Years under the harsh Feakrith sun have etched a permanent tan on her face and arms, a map of weathered lines telling the story of countless patrols and sun-beaten days.   Calloused hands: Not the soft hands of a noble lady, but strong, gnarled hands with knuckles polished smooth by countless grips on truncheons and sword hilts. Scars crisscross the palms, whispers of past battles and bar brawls. Muscled frame: Not sculpted through fancy workouts, but built through years of hauling herself up through the ranks, wrestling drunks twice her size, and navigating treacherous alleyways. A lean, functional strength whispers beneath her worn leather jerkin.   Hair like iron: No time for elaborate coiffures, her salt-and-pepper hair is usually pulled back in a tight braid, strands escaping to frame her sharp jawline. Eyes that hold stories: The color dulled by years of grim sights, her eyes are guarded and piercing, reflecting both weariness and an unwavering resolve. They flicker with shrewdness, missing nothing that moves in the shadows of her district. Traces of Humanity:   A wry smile lurking in the corners of her mouth: hinting at a dry sense of humor that cuts through the harshness of her world. Eyes softening when children are around: revealing a flicker of maternal protectiveness beneath the steel gaze.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Dame Alexia Mournhill wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but with a worn boot scraping the cobbles of Feakrith's lower district. Years hardened her like the slag heaps on the outskirts, etching lines on her face and steel in her gaze. She clawed her way up through the Guard, from rookie to patrol leader, through sweat, grime, and more bar brawls than she cares to remember.    When Dame Janet DeGrey ascended to the gilded cage of the upper city guard, the mantle of Lower District Captain fell not with grace, but with the clang of a dropped truncheon, upon Alexia's calloused shoulders. A Captain Forged in the Crucible:   Scarred by life and seasoned by street smarts, Alexia rules the lower district with the iron fist of a pragmatic realist. She knows every alleyway, every den of vice, every whispered conspiracy that slithers through the shadows. Her justice is swift, often bypassing legalities for swift outcomes. To the honest folks, she's a shield against the darkness, a bulwark against the scum that washes up from the harbor. To the criminal element, she's a storm in human form, unpredictable and unrelenting.   Behind the Iron Façade:   Beneath the stern demeanor and gruff exterior, a flicker of humanity still burns in Alexia. She holds a grudging respect for those who hustle to survive, a motherly protectiveness for the district's urchins, and a well-oiled cynicism towards the privileged elite who don't know the price of a stale crust. Years of watching humanity at its worst have left her disillusioned, but not defeated. She believes in order, not through blind adherence to laws, but through the primal understanding that chaos breeds only more suffering.   A thorn in the Side of Power:   While Alexia serves the crown, she does so on her own terms. She bends, but never breaks, a thorn in the side of the higher-ups who prefer their law enforcement polished and predictable. Her gruff honesty and blunt truths often clash with the gilded pronouncements of the upper city, making her an uncomfortable thorn in the side of a city drunk on its own prosperity.   Uncertain future:   With DeGrey's watchful eye absent, questions hang heavy in the air. Will Alexia remain a bulldog guarding the city's underbelly, or will she be tempted by the siren song of ambition and climb the ladder she once scoffed at? One thing is certain: the Captain of the Lower District is a force to be reckoned with, a woman carved from the grit of Feakrith's streets, and her future, like the city itself, hangs poised on a knife's edge.
Species
Ethnicity
Year of Birth
625 DH 65 Years old
Birthplace
Feakrith
Children
Sex
Female
Eyes
Green
Hair
Greying long hair
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White
Height
5'10"
Weight
130lbs
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations

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