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Summer Decima |
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Profile |
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Name - Summer Decima
Birth - November 4, Topaz
Star - Scorpio
Race - Avariel
Weight - 125 lbs
Height - 5’5
Age - 16
Class - Ranger
Homeland - Krynn, Ansalon, Solamnia, Kalaman
God/Goddess - Zivilyn
Hair - Light Blonde, layered straight, shoulders
Eyes - Violet
Siblings - None
Marital Status - Single
Spouse - None
Children - None
Alignment - Chaotic Good
Weapon - Mace
RPG Room - GB
Scent - Peach Blossom
Wings - Silver-Pink
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Description |
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Spirited and carefree she roams over the land and carried by the breeze is the sweet scent of freshly fallen peach blossoms that ebb and flows near her. First noted are her large, well-groomed wings in a unique hue of silver-pink spanning a twelve feet combined and normally folded at her sides. An ease comes along with her lovely façade and once hearing her voice you may just be hooked on the soft soprano lilt.
Her deeply sun-kissed complexion is lovely and unblemished with a shimmer of health for her five foot five form with the weight of one hundred twenty-five pounds. Her age seems no more than sixteen winters in human terms but with the way her elongated ears poke forth from her satiny tresses you know she is not what she seems.
Light blonde locks fall to her slender shoulders unrestrained and luxuriant in straight layers to frame her heart shaped face. The face of an angel some would say with her delicately arched and slender brows, her straight and symmetrical nose and cutely pouting full lips of pale pink. Sable lashed eyes are a clear and intelligent violet showing her spirit and her compassionate soul.
The avariel only carries one weapon and this would be her topaz encrusted mace she carries upon her hip, a bit dangerous for such a beauty but she has need of this weapon.
The slender young maiden is clad in a mini dress of stark white with the back cut out for her lovely wings and a feathered petticoat for the hem of her garment. Halter neck ties around her neck with a rounded neckline hinting at average bosom pushed up from the ribbons that tie up the side of her dress, the hem of the attire ending at her lower thighs. Slippers of silken material hold tightly and lace up to her shins with a white ribbon, the soft hush of her walking heard.
A medallion hangs around her slender neck upon a white-gold chain having a large tree within the medallion or the faith symbol of Zivilyn. She also wears a crushed white velvet cloak of stark white that could easily hide her form and clasped around her shoulders with a topaz clasp.
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History |
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How did she grow up? Originally born in Toril her biological family was murdered when she was an infant and she was left in the care of an old wizard who followed Solinari. When the wizard took her to his land of Ansalon this is where she grew up. The wizard gave her an excellent education and noticed her spirit was as wild as the nymphs she played with. Her ‘father’ hid her wings with a spell so she’d seem like an ordinary Silvanesti elf if people were watching her.
Her happiest memory? The first time she ran free with the nymphs!
Her worst memory? When her father told her that her real parents were killed by an evil red dragon in a distant land.
Tell me about her siblings? What she had, biologically, was killed. She has none.
Why did she leave home? She hasn’t.
Why is she in Sigil? Knows a portal key and likes to be herself here.
What does she do for money or coinage? She is a ranger for the forests surrounding Kalaman.
Does she have any pets? No.
Does she have any children? No.
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Misc. |
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Some-er
Carefree Spirited Compassionate
[*] Information on Zivilyn
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