Zelre
Established
Roleplay posts: 10 
Age: She has the appearance of someone in her early 20s, 22, perhaps.
Appearance: She has intelligent, blue eyes with green and brown flecks. Her hair is a mass of chestnut curls that seem to flow like wind at times. She is of a taller height than average, perhaps around 5'11", her body is slender, though she does have some curves.
Her every day garb consists of robes, though she might currently be wearing something meant for travel at this point.
Companion: A small female wolf with some markings.
Equipment: She carries a lyre, a flat, stringed instrument which she plucks. (Celtic Lyre Harp for reference)
Extra clothes, perhaps three changes.
Crescent daggers (two of them)
Ceremonial wand, dagger, and a few tomes from the old world
Crystals
Some survival gear and whatever was put into her craft supplies wise (food, cooking things including vessels)
Skills and Abilities: Basic Life skills (cooking, foraging, small game hunting, etc.)
Musical Abilities that once involved magic
Melee fighting, adept with her daggers
She is of nature, one might notice the way plants behave around her once she acclimates.
Biography: She seems like a familiar figure in the history of the Usque, perhaps, in the old world. However, she isn't, her story has not yet been revealed to her. She only knows that her mother was not really her mother, her family, not her blood. She looked nothing like her siblings, who all had bright red locks like their father, or a honey blonde like their mother. She was raised without lies being told to her, without the pretense that she was their blood daughter. They treated her as their own, nevertheless, and loved her dearly.
As she grew older, it became clear that she was different than the folks in her village in the very eastern edge of the vast forest, the Usque. She seemed to be able to hear the forest speak to her louder than those who were in the village, she seemed to be drawn toward the paths and spent the majority of her childhood exploring the depths of the woods.
Was it strange that she could never seem to get lost? Was it odd that she never got frightened alone in the forest? She did not know, but she had been ready to unravel the secrets of her origin just before she found herself traveling in a long boat after a flood wiped out the world as she knew it.
Now, as she embarks on her new journey, she will have to learn to live with her identity in another world.
Allegiances: East Usquean
Registered: Mar 14, 2023 16:16:28 GMT -5
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Post by Zelre on Mar 8, 2024 16:07:51 GMT -5
She nodded softly and then gave a slight but wan smile. She moved to start grooming herself a little, unable to help herself with such a handsome fellow near her. She gazed at him thoughtfully, her striking eyes tracing over not only his face but his wings and his torso. There was a tightening in her belly, and some butterflies when her gaze found his face again. "Thank you," she said softly.
She got up because she really had to pee, but her legs were a bit wobbly. Determined not to show too much weakness, she stumbled off into a nearby bush, her upper half visible in the backdrop of green but she had enough privacy to tend to her needs. She did not blush, everyone peed. Once she had herself taken care of, she cleaned up and moved toward the spot they had been camping at.
All of that movement was exhausting but she was still able to sit up.
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