Sigrid

A broken blade

(Shorter of stature, worn armor - the only part of her that looks cared-for is her sword. Blonde, pale, heart-shaped face, habit of grinning at inappropriate times like a wolf baring teeth.)

(Reserved, sensible, survivor's mentality. Action-taking when people might come to harm. The first to step into a fight but the last one to draw steel.)

(Wears men's winter garb and a heavy cloak, carries a one-handed blade and travel bag with minimal essentials and some potions for healing.)

(Raised in western Cyrodiil by the family of the Blades from the age of nine. Refuses to think or talk about the years prior. Grew up in company of the two children the Blades had pledged to protect - an Imperial brother and sister who could easily be mistaken for Redguard and were disguised as such for many years. Sigrid became close with them and pledged her life to their protection along with the other blades. The youngest initiate, she knew it would be her greatest duty to protect these siblings. 

When she lost both of her charges, she gave up her armor, but she couldn't let go of the sword.