Ryleigh Ruskin
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Ryleigh Ruskin The Wavebreaker [edit]
To few, she answers simply to Ryleigh. To most, she's the nameless self-appointed security guard of the farthest reach of the Mist's beachfront; stepping in where she feels the ability to make a name for herself and where the Maelstrom are seen unfit by her untrained eyes.
Adorned in ragged and worn patchwork leather armor several sizes too big for her and a shiny new wood-splitting axe, Ryleigh fails to strike much of an impression on others at first glance. She appears far more ragged and vagrant than as anything respectable, but makes little effort to change that by her own hand.
A person of few words to passerby, Ryleigh is almost always open to discourse on most topics if approached. Quiet on matters of the world, she takes on as much of an unbiased position as possible until she knows first hand what she's speaking about. In that way, it's hard to get a straight opinion out of her on most topics in conversation regarding worldly matters. Ryleigh has little difficulty discussing her personal life; casting her past hardships to the side as matter-of-fact affairs that fail to impact her daily life even if her actions prove otherwise. She also has a severe soft spot for armor gawking of those ahead of her in progress; many a time stopping them to see who their craftsman without a thought to whether it'll land a blow in her face or not. It's probably the only topic she'll get excited about outside of boasting her seaside patrols of keeping the Mist running safely under her watch.
A person would be hard-pressed to call her feminine on any level, citing the scent of sweat and seawater clinging to her along with the lack of rouge and upkeep on matters of fashion and beauty. That isn't to say that she's without her charms, but Ryleigh openly denounces her feminine side in favor of progress with the axe and her training; often seeing them as weaknesses she's to overcome in part to her own deep-seeded fears.
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