Name: Andromache

Age: 23

Greek or Trojan: Trojan

Occupation: Crown Princess of Troy, wife of Hector

Sex: Female

Parents:  Eetion, king of Thebe and Triantafilla
Spouse: Hector
Children: Astyanax

Hair:  dark brown
Eyes: dark brown
Height: 6'
Weight: 130 lb.
Personality:  steadfast and a calming influence, Andromache tends to focus on other people's need, hiding her own.  
She adores the family she has married into, considering them her own flesh and blood and has adopted the people of
Troy just as wholeheartedly as they have adopted her.  But the true center of her world revolves around her husband
and their child and she finds everything she needs, and far more than she ever dreamed, with them.  They are the
constant blessing she never takes for granted.

Andromache grew up in the kingdom of Cilicia where her
father ruled the city of Thebe.  It was a boisterous family
with seven sons and numerous daughters. Andromache
was a quiet child with observant dark eyes and the
knack for being just where she was needed the most.  
As the oldest daughter, she took a great deal of the
responsibility for raising her siblings and so grew up
quickly herself.  Her younger brothers and sisters
tended to accuse her of being too serious in one breath
and then turning to her for help in the next.  

Things changed as they all grew older.  Most of her
brothers went away to learn the art of war and returned
to her changed into hard men she hardly recognized.  
Her sisters married early into notable families for
strategic or economic advantages.  Andromache,
steadfastly running the household with quiet efficiency,
was growing into both a stranger in her own house and
yet still remained the pillar that held it solidily together,
the touchstone that reassured the family that, whatever
might change, she would always remain.  But the council
and her father's newest wife prodded Eetion, telling him
it wasn't right for a young woman to live a solitary life.  
More importantly, an unmarried life that created no
treaties and opened no trading ports.  Andromache was
well past the marrying age, especially when compared
to her younger sisters and there was pressure to find
her a suitable match while there were still suitors

Andromache, not entirely content at home, had even less desire to marry however.  What she saw in her siblings'
marriages offered little improvement over her own quiet lifestlye and some nights, in a fit of weakness, she could admit
to herself that the ballads that were sung of love instead of obligation were the ones that moved her heart.  But there
was little choice for a woman of her standing and she could only ask her father one thing.  That he not marry her to a
soldier.  The coldness she saw in her brothers as they returned from war, or the difficulties when one of her sister's
husband did not return at all, left her with no wish for a husband like that.

Everything changed when, in a embassary trip to Troy with her father and several of her brothers on the way to
broker her marriage with a further city in Sparta, Andromache did what she'd sworn never to do.  Hector, prince of
Troy and leader of their dreaded Apollonians, found his way past the defenses around her heart and won her for his
own.  Despite herself, she became the wife of a soldier and has never regretted a moment of it.  The love in the
ballads she used to sigh over pales compared to what she found with her husband.  But deep in her heart,
Andromache fears Hector will not die of old age by her side, and that knowledge, which broke her heart before, tears
her to pieces now that they have a son as well.  The war to unify all of Greece has already claimed the lives of her
entire family.  And she fears the thick walls of Troy offer little protection to the man that steps outside them to defend
his country.