HALFORD, Loureen

Full Name: Loureen Halford

Gender: Female

Eye Color: Green

Age: 25

Bloodline: Lennarting

Animal Forms: Siberian Husky

Magic Type: Red Giant

Clan or Organization: Drakonrhedi

Rank: Iduneus

Description: Loureen usually looks like a slightly disheveled, if average, Drakonrhedi Iduneus. Her coat is usually open and hanging off one of her shoulders. She wears leather gloves that have certainly seen some use; these are usually seen carrying food she “borrows” from various places around the Drakonborg. Her boots are in a similar state and are held together by several pieces of wire threaded through the leather. Loureen’s eyes are green, and usually dart around as she excitedly takes in the world around her. Her hair is a rusty brown and is often tied back into a quickly-thrown-together ponytail.

Personality: Loureen is a vibrant and excitable individual who enjoys life at her own (very rapid) pace. She’s in a constant state of going or doing, always jumping at the chance to do something new. She has a profound love of food (or, more accurately, eating, as cooking is much too slow for her. Who has time to wait for water to boil?) and can sometimes be found appropriating food from the kitchens of the Drakonborg, where while the chefs view her as harmless, officers frequently find her to be a nuisance in this regard. Loureen also possesses a honed talent for marksmanship (indeed, it was this talent that got her inducted into the ranks of the Drakonrhedi.) and has been known to demonstrate this as a way of showing off.

Drake (if applicable): Ellie (named such after Loureen’s late mother,) is a particularly curious snow drake. She often gets into trouble by exploring certain parts of the Drakonborg that snow drakes aren’t necessarily supposed to be poking around in by themselves. While Ellie often explores without her mistress, she loves nothing more than flying with Loureen. They are an effective pair in battle, and Ellie’s saddle is equipped with specially designed ammo pouches to allow Loureen to keep firing for extended amounts of time.

History: Loureen lived in a small village located along a cliffside during her youth, where she helped her ill father run a small inn frequented by the odd traveler, but mostly Drakonrhedi on missions. She longed to become one of them, and eventually proved herself by shooting the eye of a curious behemoth who was encroaching on the village from well over 200 feet.

Other: Nope!