Lady Eirene Riven
Death claims us all someday. Your job is to send others to her sooner. Mine is to see that you don't meet her just yet. Do your job right, and I won't need to do mine.
Social Rank: 4
Concept: Sardonic Battlefield Medic
Marital Status: married
Height: average height
Hair Color: salt and pepper black
Eye Color: warm blue
Skintone: lightly tanned
Description: Time has finally caught up to this woman, the just reward for a long and full life. There's more salt than pepper to her dark hair now, with two signature white streaks framing her face. Age lines cluster around the corners of her full lips and wrinkles spider delicately outward to further accentuate her deep blue eyes, the aftereffects of decades spent smirking and narrow-gazing. Still, she's far from 'old,' and there's a visual refinement to her now that runs contrary to an otherwise oft-blunt demeanor. Her build is thin, softer than it is muscular. Her posture either slopes in lazy comfort or embodies a military-like stiffness - there's no in-between.
Personality: Bedside manner is for cushy quacks catering to nobles with a runny nose. Eirene is the kind of medic you want at your side when your wounds take you off the battlefield and into the triage tent; blunt, factual, and entirely dedicated to getting you back on your feet to kill the bastard who did this to you. She's become jaded and gruff over the years of seeing 'their little buggers' die but she genuinely cares. She just can't afford to care too much. She's a queen of gallows humor and can find anything funny if she wants to.
Background:     Malvici's sons and daughters are usually raised as warriors. Eirene is no different although she found a different path- Eirene was tutored in the usual martial arts and strategy as all her kin, younger sister to Adona and aunt to the current Duke. She found her passion for medicine at eleven years of age after a sparring partner broke his leg and the surgeons reset it. The sight of blood didn't repulse her and the fact he could walk again afterward impressed on her the usefulness of the skill.
She began her studies then; medicine being less a science and more a skill. Clean wounds heal faster than bloody ones. Maggots will eat dead tissue. Leeches can help in -some- cases when blood pools in a bruise. Stitches can mean the difference between healing or losing a limb- and she wasn't afraid to take a leg if it was the best way to save the patient. Southport's medicinal gardens became a second home. And the war with the Fidantes was all the hands on training she would ever need.
Eirene does not care for the politics her nephew the Duke has to muddle through. She's never been approached by the family to marry and by all accounts doesn't take lovers. Intimacy isn't something she can afford. Nor is her persona conductive to sweet courtship and romance; she's a jaded curmudgeon of a woman who will laugh at a funeral and roll her eyes at a wedding. She dislikes nobility who coast by on the deeds of dead ancestors and don't respect and care for the peasants and serfs under them.
Eirene oversees the training of new field medics for Malvici's standing army and ensures each is as capable a soldier as they are a physician. After all- who is to say that field hospitals won't be attacked? And those who know how to heal often know how to do the most harm...
|Alarissa||She is a lovely woman, with tragedy, but perhaps future joy.|
|Calypso||I'm finally starting to feel sane again.|
|Domonico||Legendary for her loyalty to Malvici as well as her ability to curse like a sailor.|
|Eleyna||I'm sure there are many that like the Lady Doctor in spite of her foul mouth and fouler temper, but I find I rather enjoy her company because of it.|
|Kaia||The Malvici aunt seems to be a woman of great character. She strikes me as a firm and resolute woman; with a love for whiskey some may consider perhaps an addiction. Still, I get a feeling she's the type that likes going straight at the problem, tackles it and cuts its head right off. I like her!|
|Martino||The Aunt of our good Duchess has returned to the city to help guide us once more. Her wisdom unmatched in Southport as she speaks with such confidence to us. Thankfully, as of yet, I have not got onto the side of her that has a temper.|
|Sophie||Ah, but it's good to have her back in the city! One of my oldest friends. Well, she's not *old*. Oops.|
|Thesarin||A cool head in the heat of things, and a damned good skin-stich.|