Description: A small classically Romantic face greets the viewer, ripe with bright velvety fey features. Sleek dark brows arch prettily above her shiny eyes that, framed by a luxurious fan of sooty lashes, are a luminous swirl of grey, green, and blue hues. Faintly almond in shape, with upturned corners, they are otherwise wide and doe-like. Her rosy cheeks have highborn bones, but they're not terribly sharp or prominent; instead, they are soft and rounded, contouring into a gentle jawline and narrow chin. A retousse princess nose leads the way to her short, well-defined philtrum that sits atop the devilish cupid's bow of a pair of pouting pillowy lips. Angelic, ethereal, and untouched. Her visage peaceful, a wholesome porcelain-doll, as if having known no strife or trauma. Lustrous hair in a vibrant shade of strawberry-blonde tumbles down beyond her sloped, slender shoulders in lazy waves, all the way to her deeply sensual lumber concave. Her milky-white skin, like that of a freshly plucked and delicate peach with its unmarred smoothness and youthful glow, stretches firm over a lean and finely-tuned musculature. She is tall but petite of bone, blessed with a sweeping hourglass figure full of lusciously inviting bends, dips, and curves.

Personality: Cunning, adaptive, manipulative, ambitious, opportunistic, malicious when angered, loyal, maternal, compassionate, sensual, sensitive, frank yet tactful, hedonistic, adventurous, rebellious, awkward, and mannerly. Enjoys an argument or banter just for the sake of sparring wits. Egocentric but insecure.

Background: Keryeth is born in the north to a semi-nomadic clan and lives a relatively uneventful life, traveling between the mountains and southern river lands every year, substituting both by themselves and breeding hardy horses to sell or trade to outsiders. As a young teenager, she becomes betrothed to the chief's son of another group; having a crush on him, she is actually thrilled at the prospect. Unfortunately, during a particularly warm and rainy winter camped by Old Oak, she comes down with a flu-like virus that quickly spreads to the rest of her kin. It is particularly devastating, leaving her and only a handful of others as surviving members. She is exiled for this, literally left half-dying on the roadside. As fate would have it, a retired courtier comes upon her and nurses her back to help, before attempting to teach some of the craft to the girl.