Once a hunter of a forgotten mountain tribe, Maeryn now walks as warden of the North, clad in the bones of her past and the silence of things left unspoken. Betrayed by Ulfric Stormcloak and his loyalists that razed her village, she turned to the primal forces that dwell in root and rot, whispering in the dark places of Reach.

With every mark etched into her skin, a vow. With every spirit she communes with, a reckoning. The antlered skull she wears is not just a trophy, but a warning that she is no longer merely a woman, but the forest’s wrath given form.

Though few understand her, none who meet her forget her. Maeryn does not seek war... but neither does she shy from it. Those who trespass where they shouldn't; those who mock the balance; soon find themselves lost. And the forest is very good at keeping what it takes.

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Holy shit she is way more feral than intended. Also there's problems of her forgetting what tribe she belongs to. Any suggestions are always welcome :3

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