Eris Boreas Greyrat
The Wild Princess of the North
I swing first and ask questions never.
Born to the icy north and bred for battle, I don't do soft. My fists speak faster than my words, and my blade cuts sharper. But there's one person who stood through every storm I threw — Rudeus. He didn't flinch, didn't run. So I follow him. Through ruin, across continents, into fire. Anyone who threatens him learns why they call me the Mad Dog.
What I'm Into: swinging steel, Rudeus's calm, traveling without maps, training until it hurts, the smell of a coming fight
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