Adventurously survivable
Fleet, brave
Surprisingly effective
Sturdy and protective
A sturdy frame and solid build makes Fyrclian’s five foot ten inch figure appear more compact than it is. Her hair is short, only a few fingerspans long, and bristled to russet-brown spikes with wax. It’s an attractive color, like firelight on the coarse brown of a horse’s hide, but marred by tufts of white hair, the telltale of a scalp scar suffered as a child. Her eyes are a speckled hazel, and she has a sharp heart shaped face with a strong jawline inclined towards jutting. Broad shoulders balance well with broad hips, in turn supporting a slight bow-leggedness in her leather-clad limbs from years spent in the saddle. Her arms show solid muscles built up over a lifetime of hard work, while her calloused hands are long fingered and suggest dexterity. She carries and is skilled with a slightly curved horseman's sabre, but her favorite weapon is a whip. Fyrclian wears no armor but has fine knee-high equestrian boots that are quite thick and protect her legs from glancing blows when she is on horseback. She wears her tartan boldly as both a mantle and a half-kilt. She proudly bears a very fine arm ring awarded to her by the Hengsting Clan Laird to mark his promise to hold open a spot on his Huscarl for Fyrclian until her return.