- Pronouns
- She/Her
HayHai
Patron
Name: Eon'noyr [Pronounced: Eya-nor, approximately] (Origin in Mok, meaning "Divine Light")
Other Names: None yet!
Titles:
Age: 27
Race: Silver Elf
Gender: Female / Doesn't care
Sexuality: Doesn't Matter (Lesbian)
Current Residence: Stormhall
Relationship Status: Alone
Social Status: Pitied
Height: 5'5 / 165 cm
Weight: 107 lbs / 49 kg
Eye Color: Clouded white
Skin Color: Pale, marred by bright red scars
Distinguishing Features: Scars. So many scars. We'll cover them below.
Build: Thin, slender, perpetually underweight.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short-cut. Pixie bob-ish.
Complexion: Blotchy
Scars: An angry red band of raised scar tissue across her eyes, with trails branching up her forehead and down the rest of her face. Her eyes are clouded over, damaged by whatever cause those scars. Her hands have similar angry red scars, her right hand blackened as well, tendons curled up to the point where that hand is simply a barely useable claw. Her left hand is better off, although still slightly curled from the damage caused to it in the past. Across her throat is a jagged white scar, a slash by something thin, yet made irregularly, a wound which it is a miracle she healed from at all.
Voice: Grating, quiet. Speaking sounds painful, as if she has a constant sore throat. It sounds as if she is gargling glass and gravel as she speaks.
Likes: Colors. Quiet sounds. Company, even if silent.
Dislikes: Loud noises. Loneliness. The isolation of blindness. Herself.
Strengths: Exceptional hearing. A peculiar sort of wisdom.
Weaknesses: Blind. Frail. Helpless. Weak.
Fears: Staying like this forever. Returning to what she once was. Men in armor. Men with soft voices. Alchemy and alchemists.
Values: Beauty. Light. Those who look beyond her disabilities.
Education: Well Educated
Languages: Common, Elven
General Attitude: Contemplative, stoic, direct.
Religious Inclination: ...have they not abandoned me?
General Intelligence: Scholarly
General Sociability: Introverted, but in desperate need of company.
Alignment: True Neutral
Short Term Goals:
- Visit somewhere else.
Long Term Goals:
- Survive.
- Die.
- Stop being a disappointment.
Nothing
Illnesses: None
Allergies: TBD
Injuries: None
Sleeping Habits: Dreamless, restless, tired no matter how long she rests.
Energy Levels: Lethargic.
Eating Habits: The bare minimum.
Exercise Habits: Attempting not to fall as she climbs stairs.
Memory: All too clear.
Unhealthy Habits: Injuring herself. Fixation on tasks. Picking at her skin.
Drinking Habits: None, currently.
Peaceful or violent: Peaceful by necessity.
Weaponry: None.
Combat Training: None.
[Insert listed of skills/talents/things they’re trained in here]
Other Names: None yet!
Titles:
Age: 27
Race: Silver Elf
Gender: Female / Doesn't care
Sexuality: Doesn't Matter (Lesbian)
Current Residence: Stormhall
Relationship Status: Alone
Social Status: Pitied
Height: 5'5 / 165 cm
Weight: 107 lbs / 49 kg
Eye Color: Clouded white
Skin Color: Pale, marred by bright red scars
Distinguishing Features: Scars. So many scars. We'll cover them below.
Build: Thin, slender, perpetually underweight.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short-cut. Pixie bob-ish.
Complexion: Blotchy
Scars: An angry red band of raised scar tissue across her eyes, with trails branching up her forehead and down the rest of her face. Her eyes are clouded over, damaged by whatever cause those scars. Her hands have similar angry red scars, her right hand blackened as well, tendons curled up to the point where that hand is simply a barely useable claw. Her left hand is better off, although still slightly curled from the damage caused to it in the past. Across her throat is a jagged white scar, a slash by something thin, yet made irregularly, a wound which it is a miracle she healed from at all.
Voice: Grating, quiet. Speaking sounds painful, as if she has a constant sore throat. It sounds as if she is gargling glass and gravel as she speaks.
Likes: Colors. Quiet sounds. Company, even if silent.
Dislikes: Loud noises. Loneliness. The isolation of blindness. Herself.
Strengths: Exceptional hearing. A peculiar sort of wisdom.
Weaknesses: Blind. Frail. Helpless. Weak.
Fears: Staying like this forever. Returning to what she once was. Men in armor. Men with soft voices. Alchemy and alchemists.
Values: Beauty. Light. Those who look beyond her disabilities.
Education: Well Educated
Languages: Common, Elven
General Attitude: Contemplative, stoic, direct.
Religious Inclination: ...have they not abandoned me?
General Intelligence: Scholarly
General Sociability: Introverted, but in desperate need of company.
Alignment: True Neutral
Short Term Goals:
- Visit somewhere else.
Long Term Goals:
- Survive.
- Die.
- Stop being a disappointment.
Nothing
Illnesses: None
Allergies: TBD
Injuries: None
Sleeping Habits: Dreamless, restless, tired no matter how long she rests.
Energy Levels: Lethargic.
Eating Habits: The bare minimum.
Exercise Habits: Attempting not to fall as she climbs stairs.
Memory: All too clear.
Unhealthy Habits: Injuring herself. Fixation on tasks. Picking at her skin.
Drinking Habits: None, currently.
Peaceful or violent: Peaceful by necessity.
Weaponry: None.
Combat Training: None.
[Insert listed of skills/talents/things they’re trained in here]
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