Countess Gyertengess

Sharp as a flint and wretched as a grim wench, countess of Aiy Family. No king to rule within her head, no morals to follow, world - is a carpet for her feet to step on.

One of the toughest adversaries in bare fist fight. Her arms, it seems, are cast from pure iron, and her crude aggressive technique is as effective as a ram against a cardboard wall.

Countess is a keeper of Rozenblatt symbol, one that is accepted by all Families of Bloodweed Rose. In her chest, deep within her flesh, a living seed of that vile flower flourishes - it is an ancient way to honour this blossom. Though, seed should end up in a pouch, carried along and kept - and given to it's keeper's body as one passes. Countess just swallowed it...

... and it sprouted.

Her body is shredded with razor-sharp thorns of vines that claws through her muscles and sinews - yet countess shows no frail. She thrives in that pain - and that weed, still not ending her life in place, warms determination in her ways in hearts of those who bows. Right and honour to be called first among first of Rozenblatt - and be one.

She has a weird habit for entertaining: countess rarely orders something from royal craftsmen or smiths. Instead, she prefers to "go out", into markets, spending some coins. Poor merchants grow pale, Vevet - always following his weird pair - eyes folks with eyes full of scorn, countess - finds joy in looking, watching, trying, at times buying, commoners - try to become invisible. Hard to tell, what this wench enjoys more - frighten folks or romping with goods and trinkets...