Wow. Seven feet two inches? That's... incredibly tall. Unrealistically tall, even. You sure you wanna go with that height?
Joan Denire stands at five foot eleven inches. She isn't terribly thin, but what thickness she has to her is almost pure muscle. She does not look sickly by any means, but she is also not at all overweight. Her hair is curly and brown, and she finds that it often gets in the way during her work. So she wears it braided tightly in the back, giving her a frighteningly severe look. Her eyes are green, but not strikingly so. She has a long, deep scar running from the bottom of her ribs up her side and along her left breast. It stops just short of her collarbone, curving with her. She is twenty six years old.
Joan's life had never been terribly difficult. Her father had been in the royal army, and she followed after him as soon as she was of age. Unfortunately, her mother died giving birth to her youngest brother, who also joined the army as soon as he was able. Her father died several years ago in a skirmish towards the southern border. After that, Joan began to personally assist the general, helping to lead the nation's army to victory against their enemies. After the death of the captain of the guard, Joan was relieved from field duty as a soldier, and promoted to his rank.
She considers life as a royal guardsman dull compared to what she used to go through- what her brother still goes through. After a while, she even began to feel as though she'd stolen the job from one Garnier Milsec, who had seemed a shoe-in before her arrival. But the two became friends after a bit of squabbling here and there, and she found him to be quite worthy of her respect as a soldier. After speaking with the king, she managed to promote him to her second-in-command.
Joan had never really noticed men before. She entered the army at a young age, and since then has avoided close ties with most people. Friendships were easy for her to disconnect from. However, after a while, she began to more than respect Garnier. Frustrated and incapable of understanding basic human emotion, she keeps her feelings under wraps. Not for fear of rejection, but for fear of getting too attached.
My original idea was to have her as daughter of the ex-captain, 'cause that's normally how I figure it. But since you wrote what you did, I figured I could edit my backstory a bit.