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Irmara

Irmara, 'Key'
| Name | Irmara |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Hounds' keeper |
| Age | Young adult |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Bree |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | T W E N T Y - F I V E | B R E E - L A N D | 5 ' 2 "
"Be brave. Bite back. No one will ever know your name."
KEY is a young hounds' keeper of Bree-land with charcoal eyes and dull brown hair that lingers above strong shoulders, unruly in its thickness and whirls. She is small, her frame carved vigorously by toil, the dimples of her cheeks shown even with a vacant face. Never absent is a set of throwing knives and pan flute worn on her belt like trinkets.
MUCH like an unpolished jewel, Key is a girl of many facets, and with each fine point there is a fault to hinder. She is reckless, immodest and nonsensical, her motif being that of utter self-reliance and mischief. Softness is claimed only for the hounds she shelters, the trait otherwise not serving her. There is pride taken in the forthrightness of her speech, and amusement in its foulness. It is easily gained information in town that she is a hounds' keeper who trains to sell to hunters, Watchers and unsavory sorts alike.
C R E D I T Mel Milton is the portrait artist. Banner: Jenna Barton/dappermouth. |
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Background
SOME DAYS
I AM MORE WOLF
THAN WOMAN
AND I AM STILL LEARNING
HOW TO STOP APOLOGISING
FOR MY WILD.
Nikita Gill
| Friends | Her hounds. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | The hounds; playing the pan flute; drinking; thrill. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Stillness. |
| Motivation | The hounds are her purpose. |
| Quotes | (While throwing stones) "Take that you fuckin' lake." |

