Elanor Loyelia

[Ressplendent]

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-ˏˋ Elanor Loyelia-Rothguard ˊˎ
Forest Elf | Female


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[Ressplendent]

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Age: She appears young, perhaps only just an adult; but it is hard to tell with elves.
Build: Incredibly lithe, toned. She has light defined muscle, and a thin hourglass.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: She looks no more than 80kg.
Hair: Dark brown with gold streaks, wavy and incredibly long. It's always braided.
Skin: Tanned, mostly clear aside from the white markings akin to white feathered tattoos.
Eyes: Streaked with silver, almost a pearlescent hue, mostly undertones of bright, icy blues.
Posture: Lazy, though straight when she's particularly tense.
Hygiene: She's always washed, but puts no more effort than necessary.
Voice: Soft and Cheerful




☾ Her constantly shifting silver eyes, buzzing with electricity
☾ The white markings curling over her shoulders that extend to the side of her face, they are all vaguely feather shaped.
☾ Her unusually lithe frame.

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Attitude: Elanor is easily excited, she enjoys all type of conversation. She can be rather flirtatious at times, as well.
Temper: She is very empathetic, more likely to cry when in an emotional state than get angry.
Humour: Everything.
Hobbies: Drinking.
Memory: Her memory is quite frankly, terrible.

[Phobias]
☾ Philophobia - A fear of love, or falling in love.
☾ Thanatophobia - A fear of death, she is likely to freeze in the face of her own mortality.
[Strengths]
☾ Effervescence ☾ Loyalty ☾ Exuberance
[Weaknesses]
☾ Ingénues ☾ Gullible ☾ Naive
[Fears]
☾ Becoming Homeless

Intelligence: Elanor has received no academic schooling, and knows the bare basics about the world she's in.
[Known Languages]
☾ Common
Spoken: Fluent.
Written: Basic.
☾ Elvish
Spoken: Fluent.
Written: Novice.
☾ Rede
Spoken: Questionable.
Written: Only a few words.

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[Ressplendent]

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Archery - Once upon a time, Elanor had some training in how to properly use a bow. That has since been long gone.
Cooking - She was raised to bake, but cooking is not something that comes naturally to the elfess.
Horse Riding - Now this is something that comes naturally.
Dancing - She adored the arts as a Sallanite, finding excuses in her daily life to twirl and dance like she used to.
Combat - Anything once retained has since been lost.
Religion - Once upon a time, she was an avid Sallana worshipper. Now, she is not quite so sure.
Gardening - Elanor adores the vibrancy of life and flowers, and will care for whatever plant she seems to pass.





Peaceful or Violent: Elanor doesn't have a violent nature, but would be inclined if matters came to it.
Ability: Little to none.
Training: Currently none that she recalls.
Excercise: Fit, lightly toned.
Flexibility: Incredibly good.
Weaponry: She has none.

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[Ressplendent]

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Ridley | Soft Spot
"Stellie and I are like this."
Sharing a room with him makes the kid hard to forget, but Elanor wouldn't want to anyway.
He's become a staple in her life, a charm she could not go without.
She wishes it was colder, so she had an excuse to wear the jacket he gave her.



Cymic | Patron
"Could think of a few ways ta' snap a forest elf twig like you, but that's at least -efficient-."
Ever since their initial talk, Elanor has been drawn to his nature.
She knows where she stands, but she cannot help but wish they talked more.
But the tavern calls, and she is just a bartender.​

 

[Ressplendent]

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