NAME: Amthoril

House: Frial
Impression: Big Matron. Think the Queen of Hearts.
M/F: F
Hair: Copper colored, curly.
Skin: Faint tint of red
Eyes: Very small pupils.
Clothes: BIG dresses, and she would rather be caught dead than without her large array of the best jewlery available.
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Siblings: Villilin (m), Punk (m)
Children: Aaillah (f), Neni (f), Olb (m)
Lovers: Married to Sûriontin
Other relations: Grandchildren: Akkoran (f), Pavona (f). Mother-in-law to Rymph (f), Nephews: Mov, Likko, Korith, Sahriam. Nieces: Pekkim and Aumlig. Greath grandmother to Wini (m)
Abilities: A voice which can be heard through six floors and still be understood. Incredible lung capacity.
Personality: Amthoril is a big lady, both in body and personality. She knows what she wants, she knows what other people should be doing, and she tells them. Loudly and commanding. She has little tolerance for errors and hates it when people don't do what she tells them to. Since she is more or less always cranky there are few people who dare to defy her. She is territorial and very conscious for property. She has a certain "Mine! Mine! Mine!" syndrome.
Ambitions: Make sure that Sûriontin keeps to their maritial bed exclusively from now on. Become Queen. Make sure that Frial coups the market on magical gems from Aoor. Make an end to Aaillahs friendship with Felit.
Fears: That her daughter won't be able to inherit the house "throne" after her. That Sûriontin will leave her like Dearian left Lillana. That people will stop following her orders.
Likes: Jigsaw puzzles, or simply puzzles of all types, has a slightly tacky sense for jewlery.
Dislikes: Aoor in general. Incompetence, insubordination. Felit. People who aren't serious. Laziness and sloth.
Habits: Drinking two glasses of cognac when she sits down to rest. Smacking people in the back of the head. Throw things.
Occupation: Matriarch of Frial
Tresured posessions: The ostentatious and magical wedding ring, which was a present from her grandmother. A poem her grandchild Pavona wrote to her as a child.
Quote:  "Nangia! You are going to hold a performance in two days! And you! Come here!"

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