Léonie Marguerite

Intro Background: Léonie was born in a small village near Verdun in 1788, the daughter of a blacksmith. When her father was conscripted and never returned, she took over his forge at just fifteen, mending tools to keep her family fed. As the Napoleonic Wars dragged on, she joined an engineering battalion disguised as a man, quickly proving herself in the brutal war of building fortifications under fire. During the Siege of Zaragoza, she lost her right due to shrapnel while setting explosive charges beneath enemy walls. She now wears a rough linen bandage over her ruined eye. Her missing eye made her more guarded, she rarely raises her voice unless it's to bark a sharp command. Personality/characteristics: Tough, practical and resourceful, speaks plainly with a dry humor that helps her cope with horror and exhaustion, she smells faintly of smoke and iron, she keeps her hair roughly cropped to fit under her bearskin cap. She often sings or hums old lullabies her mother sang, "The men think it's the wind. Better that way." Her soft spot is stuff left behind by the dead, tokens, buttons, ribbons, "If no one remembers them, then I will."