Name: Adaira (a-DAY-ruh) Blackwood
Species: Squirrel
Appearance:
Alignment: Good
Starting location: Mossflower Wood
Age: 32
Weapon: Adaira favors the use of her ancestral family sword, a great claymore with the words
Gealaich Buain engraved into the enormous blade that she is immensely proud of and attached to. However, as she’s not always able or willing to engage in close-quarters combat, she’s fairly skilled in the use of a shortbow that she keeps slung around her shoulders when not in use. Two small daggers are strapped the shoulderbelt that Gealaich Buain is sheathed on.
Backstory: Adaira is a bit of a mother hen, and always has been. When she was quite young, her parents died, leaving her in charge of her baby brother Gavin. She accepted it, taking care of him as best she could, and with her ceaseless effort, Gavin was able to grow up strong and healthy, now serving as a bellringer for Redwall Abbey. Yet, Adaira could never stomach living in Redwall, really. It was too enclosed. Not enough open air, free space, trees to climb through for the wildcard that she is. She preferred to live out in Mossflower in her now-empty family home, but she spends little time there. While she doesn’t live in Redwall, she enjoys talking to the Abbeyfolk, and often comes by to visit, usually unannounced. She is well-liked on her frequent visits, especially by the Dibbuns, whom she has a knack of caring for. She's embarked on several journeys to far-off lands, and in doing so, she's fought far more than her fair share of vermin. She's a hardened warrior, and though you wouldn't think it from her somewhat jocular attitude, you might be able to see it in her eyes: that kind of thing leaves scars.
Other: Adaira has a dry, somewhat sarcastic sense of humor, which, like it or not, is rather prolific. Don’t let it fool you; she cares deeply about anybody she views herself as responsible for, no matter how many long-suffering, disappointed sighs she may heave. The Blackwood family hail from the Northlands, and thought the accent largely faded from their bloodline long ago after a few generations spent in Mossflower, she still retains a faint lilt to her voice, and the enormous blade that is her heritage. The Blackwood clan left the North after being driven out by a great conquering wildcat known as Verdauga Greeneyes and wandered for hundreds of years before finally making their way south to Mossflower after the fall of Kotir.
Airson dubh daraich de Dhathasan Chnoc! - Blackwood clan warcry (For the black oak of Fallow Hill!)
