Semi-civilized WildlingWood Elf Druid (Grasslands)
Raised by cannibals who killed and ate anything with the warm blood flowing in it, even as a child she took lives and ate her fill. When she partook of the flesh of one of the Children of the Forest though even in death they would not go quietly. Their roots took hold in her and put her into a fugue, giving her disturbing visions of what was and what may be. It's left her memories up to that point a jumble and she's unsure how much of her savagery was even real.
Her family was put down by a man who'd been paid to get revenge upon them shortly after and as she was the last and still only a child, he could not bear to kill her and instead took her South with him. She's grown up with memories of a cold and harsh north full of blood, death and horrors, a place which she does not wish to return to and yet cannot fully shake. She's grown up well, her looks are beautifully elfin but with an exotic touch to it that the learned will know is not of Westeros at all. She treats her stolen Children magic as a gift from the Old Gods and tries to use it to better the lives of others. The Old Gods don't demand much, but she feels like she has a price to pay for her power none the less. She might be right.
For now she works with the Changeling who rescued her from the north, unaware that he was the one who took the lives of her kin. She's more accustomed to the civilized world than most Wildlings, but she's never quite settled into it. The dreams of blood and the lingering taste of flesh keep her from ever settling down and she has no ties to noble houses or even a common family. Her magic is Wildling Magic and while most South have never seen it, those that have are not likely to treat her with kindness if they know where she comes from. She tries to stay out of politics, but that's so rarely an option in Kings Landing and the more people the resist, the worse fate the game eventually has in store for them...