Post by faeythe on Feb 13, 2008 21:02:22 GMT -5
Name: Faelynne Swanne
Race: Human
Age: 23
Build: Tall and slender, she is not built for strength. Her litheness and flexibility lend an element of grace to even her most subtle movements.
Skin: Pale, nearly to the point of translucence.
Hair: Red with shimmering apricot-blonde highlights. Long, generally worn up-swept in a careless chignon.
Eyes: Large and verdant green, her eyes truly are the windows to her soul. Even the most fleeting emotion can often be foretold by the expressiveness of her eyes.
Distinguishing Features: A long serpentine scar down the left side of her neck. Its origins are uncertain.
Personality: Faelynne has an intensely dream-like quality about her. A true empath, she feels both own emotions and those of others acutely. Sadly, she has not yet been able to bridle the unrestrained whims and furies that go along with her intensely empathetic nature. Prone to everything from outbursts and hysterics to lapses into near catatonic states, she has even been presumed slightly mad. Often a difficult person to coexist, she is still a loyal friend and can be a saving grace in times of sorrow and loss. Her perception of both the physical world around her and the hazier realm of emotions is unparalleled. There is something primal about her, a reliance on instinct and impulse above reason that many find foreign.
Background: Born into a gypsy’s life, Faelynne spent her youth travelling with her mother; a figure who remained shrouded in mystery even to her closest companion, her daughter. Whispers of witchcraft could be heard on the breaths of all those they encountered, though whether or not her mother truly dabbled in the dark arts, and whether Faelynne herself might have a penchant for those skills remains uncertain. It is apparent that some tragedy befell her mother, though Faelynne is extremely hesitant to discuss it. With her mother gone, Faelynne retained her nomadic life-style, travelling around peddling elixirs and amulets crafted from stone and wood and whatever else she deems fit.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Build: Tall and slender, she is not built for strength. Her litheness and flexibility lend an element of grace to even her most subtle movements.
Skin: Pale, nearly to the point of translucence.
Hair: Red with shimmering apricot-blonde highlights. Long, generally worn up-swept in a careless chignon.
Eyes: Large and verdant green, her eyes truly are the windows to her soul. Even the most fleeting emotion can often be foretold by the expressiveness of her eyes.
Distinguishing Features: A long serpentine scar down the left side of her neck. Its origins are uncertain.
Personality: Faelynne has an intensely dream-like quality about her. A true empath, she feels both own emotions and those of others acutely. Sadly, she has not yet been able to bridle the unrestrained whims and furies that go along with her intensely empathetic nature. Prone to everything from outbursts and hysterics to lapses into near catatonic states, she has even been presumed slightly mad. Often a difficult person to coexist, she is still a loyal friend and can be a saving grace in times of sorrow and loss. Her perception of both the physical world around her and the hazier realm of emotions is unparalleled. There is something primal about her, a reliance on instinct and impulse above reason that many find foreign.
Background: Born into a gypsy’s life, Faelynne spent her youth travelling with her mother; a figure who remained shrouded in mystery even to her closest companion, her daughter. Whispers of witchcraft could be heard on the breaths of all those they encountered, though whether or not her mother truly dabbled in the dark arts, and whether Faelynne herself might have a penchant for those skills remains uncertain. It is apparent that some tragedy befell her mother, though Faelynne is extremely hesitant to discuss it. With her mother gone, Faelynne retained her nomadic life-style, travelling around peddling elixirs and amulets crafted from stone and wood and whatever else she deems fit.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.