Sarila Rowan

== Appearance and Character ==
Sarila is a Rowan in more than just name. With her light brown hair, pale skin, and eyes as brown as the dirt. It would be quite hard to know she was of Harlon Rowan however as she dresses with a somewhat messy cloak and a permanently crippled and closed eye. Now at twenty years of age, she has still to lose her slight gangliness from her younger years, and her youthfulness is still somewhat plain on her face with soft skin and slender shoulders.
For the most part, Sarila’s childhood was a happy one. A precocious child, she was often seen around Penrith, charming the small folks and lords alike, her sister often by her side. That is, until the sisters started growing older. As the heir to Penrith, her brother was pulled more and more away to practice at war and fighting, while Sarila was left more and more to her own devices for once without a constant shadow. However, she was not alone for long when she gained a handmaiden to help her along. Fascinated and lacking a friend, the two spent many times together, riding through the forests, playing at swords and generally getting into trouble at Penrith. And for a while, this is how it continued until one day when she left and saw a mage clad in pure red with a golden necklace who she claims laid a hex on her arcanely scarring her face and making her left eye useless and impossible to open. After this many saw her as an abomination and what little friends she had wanted far away from her.
Her friends and family majorly left her alone not wanting her to be a bad omen to their life. And so Sarila, was left in Penrith or more specifically her room. Perhaps this is why it was no surprise that Sarila grew distant from her family. She watched her father carefully as he passed out his rulings and made decisions of the realm from the shadows. As she grew more sure of herself, she began to form opinions of her own although she had nobody to voice them to and it was not uncommon to hear her siblings squabbling in the middle of the night, debating this ruling or this order. Still there was one thing her father did talk to her about which was the hatred of the Vass family. Something that the Rowans and Vass' could not live without; not truly. In secret in her room, the books gathered. War tactics and histories, of machineries and how to best manage the men you were given - and to her surprise, she was good at it.
Now at twenty years, Sarila is well aware that she is unlike most other girls her age still unmarried and living in the hold of her family and an eye that hurts any chance of being friends with anyone let alone married to someone. With her heart in her throat she accepted this fate and seemingly just reads and occasionally goes into the city donning her cloak.