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Erevinnia
Erevinnia. (No further names known.)
| Name | Erevinnia |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scholar, historian, botanist and general obsessor over the unknown. |
| Age | Hard to tell. Early twenties, maybe? |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree, begrudgingly. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | First impression: Beauty and fragility are her key aspects on first glance. She seems like she could shatter in a harsh wind, or firm grasp. Basics: Straight, pure black hair down to her hips. Crystal blue eyes that tend to look almost silver. She is 5'3", extremely small and fragile in structure. She is not without some soft curve, but it hugs close to her body. Her skin is pale, as though it's been years since she's touched the light. Attire: Long, heavy black dresses. Longsleeved. If the dresses have any color to them at all, it's the faintest touch of gold or red. Her face is almost always shielded by a veil, held down by various hats and circlets. Sometimes she carries a shade with her, or has someone to do it for her. Aura: Charming, unnerving, daydreaming and intelligent all at once, she is not the easiest person to figure out. You get the feeling you're being examined, that she knows what you're going to say before you say it. Arming: Nothing visible.
Music: Adrian Von Ziegler - 'Purified'
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Background
History: Backgrounds are unimportant, she says. The past is only context, and much of the same information can be tediously gleaned from the present. I suppose this is to say, if you care to know her origin story, you'll have to work for it.
Quirks:
- She's often tapping her fingers on things. On a book, a table, her mouth. Anything to stay moving.
- She talks to herself. A lot.
- She is constantly drinking tea, filled with sugar, or wine. Only red.
- She can be seen ranting about how bad sweets are for you, while stuffing herself with them. She never gains any weight, though...
- She can't seem to stand the sun, and always looks tired.
- She examines everything, and everyone. Her memory is impeccable. Don't expect to say anything around her, and it not be cross-examined, and forever remembered.
- If she's fond of you, you will inevitably find yourself grabbed and pulled aruond quite a bit. This seems to be the only time she voluntarily touches anyone.
Occupation: Currently looking for work. Her skills are all very intellectual in nature. Also at times very obscure.
| Friends | Frankly, no one has ever seen her with anyone. ... really, no one. |
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| Relatives | None in Bree. |
| Rivals/Enemies | She generally doesn't care enough to hate anyone. |
| Loves | Knowledge, power. Intellectual debate, but that would require other people... |
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| Hates | Stupidity. Illiteracy. Idleness. |
| Motivation | Power, knowledge, an success. She can never know enough. |
| Quotes | "I am Erevinnia... but you know that already." "...what, you expected more?" "... do not touch me." |
