Yara Raore

== Appearance and Character ==
An interrupted childhood spent being ignored by her parents notably stunted Yara's growth; once a lanky and tall for her age when she was younger, she is now wiry and thin as a whippet, hardened by years fending for herself a scrubby bush in inhospitable soil. Her face could be a much younger girl's, with a sharp nose, hollowed cheeks, and a mournful grimace, gaze intense beneath thick and angry brows. Her eyes are a muddled blue color much darker then her half-siblings eyes but sometimes you can notice a little red tint, difficult to make out save for in sunlight. She rarely bothers to untangle her dark brown hair, and instead leaves it in matted braids, woven through with bits of raw jewels.
On her cheeks, chin, and forearms, she bears the fading marks of ritual scarification, a showing of a red rite overseen by a Red Priest when she was younger to help her gain more confidence and get better eyesight. It did seem to work but the wounds stayed around longer then Yara would of hoped for, it is an alien sign anywhere else in the Kingdoms, an outsider's brand difficult to disguise.
She dresses plainly and pragmatically with winter's touch growing ever closer, she is more often than not bundled up in leathers, furs, and woven shawls. Her only ornament is the flame pendant she has worn since childhood, cast from iron and saved as a remnant of a life long abandoned.
A dour, unsmiling woman, Yara is a grim believer in fate and the will of god her tendency to moralize is bolstered by an aggressive, often vicious temper. She holds little empathy for others, despite her calling, and it can be difficult for her to truly consider the human implications of her actions. Because of this, she is more or less a loner, content to remain in seclusion, receiving visitors and guests with neutral detachment. Her faith compels her to help, her pride convinces her she is desperately needed, and her curiosity has never met a problem it did not wish to solve - but her work is devoid of warmth or caring. Despite this or perhaps because of her cold and mysterious manner a small community of devotees has gathered around her refuge, assisting in her work and lending an ear to her rants and sermons. Yara has never grown used to their presence.
Though her skills in the healing arts are considerable, she possesses nothing resembling bedside manner, and often leaves her patients ill-at-ease - her cures are rumored to be witchcraft, and spread among the clans is the belief that she is capable of far more sinister things. For her own part, she does not seem to mind her fearsome reputation or the whispers of others. After all, she has survived far worse.