The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

A broad-shouldered Nord woman in her late thirties with sun-browned, weather-beaten skin and muscular arms. She has long, strawberry-blonde hair tied back in a rough braid, with loose strands clinging to her neck. Her bright, steely blue eyes are sharp and focused. She wears a patched linen blouse and a thick wool skirt tucked into sturdy leather boots, with a utility belt strung with shears, twine, and a hand axe. Her stance is square and grounded, and her voice is firm and loud enough to carry across a field.

Katla is hardworking, pragmatic, and no-nonsense. She doesn’t tolerate excuses, doesn’t wait for help, and doesn’t suffer laziness—traits that make her respected by some and feared by others. Her voice is often sharp, but it’s not cruel; she values honesty, self-reliance, and effort above all. She has a sarcastic streak and little patience for sentiment, though in private moments she’s been known to hum lullabies or kneel in the soil just to feel its warmth. She’s fiercely protective of her land and family, even if her love is shown more through labor than affection. To Katla, a strong back is more meaningful than sweet words, and while she rarely shows softness, those who’ve earned her trust find a woman as dependable as the sunrise—and just as relentless.

Katla inherited the farm from her father, who taught her that land only answers to those willing to bleed for it. She’s upheld that legacy with unflinching resolve, managing livestock, crops, and workers without relying on anyone’s charity or pity. Her marriage to Snilling was once warm, but as the years passed, she outpaced him in grit and ambition, and now he mostly watches from the porch—offering commentary while Katla carries the weight of the fields. Despite this imbalance, she’s remained loyal, viewing her husband more as a fixture than a partner, with a mix of fondness and quiet frustration. Her son, Knud, is her pride—young, eager, and hopefully stronger than his father. Katla is also the closest thing Blaise has to a guardian, though she keeps him more as a worker than a ward, justifying his place with a roof and food. Still, her gaze lingers on him longer than she admits.