A Roster of Dragons, Heretics, Nomads & Faithful

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Spellsword, Bard, Red Disciple.

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 154 lbs
Race: Half-Elf
Ears: Long pointed half-elven tipped ears.
Hair: Luscious raven-black hair that splendidly cascades to half-way down her back.
Skin: A smooth and hairless complexion, bronzed in a pale hue from her elven heritage.
Birthdate: 19th Flamerule, 1336 DR. Looks early twenties by human standards.
Build: Curvaceous with a narrow waist, round rump, ample hips, and a considerably endowed bust. Physically spry with taut muscular undertones.
Voice: A strongly carried and melodic Deepingdale accent with an elvish lilt, often declared as either comely or imperious.
Tattoos: A weave of small arcane literature dote and wrap around her left biceps.



Nyssa stands with a youthful and proud appearance, outwardly announcing the joys of life with ebullient and mischievous behaviour when not lost to her otherwise stoically guarded and impersonal, if not outright standoffish, demeanour so often shown to the unfamiliar and unknown in glimpses of a former damaged and much more guarded self.

Long pointed ears protrude from her thick raven hair as if to proudly announce her half-elven heritage as expressive eyebrows, a small straight nose, soft curved lips and a well proportioned and alluring body make up her sultry bardic charisma and charm.

Emotions rise quickly within Nyssa to sweep over a vividly expressful face, minutely detailing her thoughts like an open book to betray any attempt of concealment as she smirks smugly, furrows and flairs both brow and nostrils in temper, or stares off in deep thought with a lazied boredom with more interest to her wandering imagination than those around her.

Perpetually warm to the touch Nyssa’s body emanates a higher temperature that much like her open emotional body language can quickly rise in a flash to outwardly match her elemental fundamentum within. To say the proverb “boiling with anger” would be a dire understatement of Nyssa as her very being erupts into vehement waves of heat amidst her red dragon’s fury.




Eyes:
Inherited from her elven side Nyssa’s eyes are almond shaped with strikingly vibrant blue irises — a deeply rich color only further enhanced as red specks dot over the blue in intriguing contrast and mixed hues.

Further evolved through her embraced draconic heritage and similar to that of a true dragon, Nyssa’s eyes are made from an additional crystal-clear lens layer and a third transparent eyelid — a horizontal polarizing nictitating membrane that when opened allows light to enter and bounce within her eyes to reflect off her tapetum lucidum. This allowed effect gives Nyssa’s eyes the outward appearance of glowing in the dark as her sight pierces with darkvision.

Scales:
A column of dull crimson red scales tapers up over the full length of Nyssa’s spine from the small of her back to the nape of her neck. Spreading further out from this visible spine of scales are smaller, near-invisible scales growing beneath her skin, only betraying their concealed position as their edges scintillate in captured light. These smaller beneath-the-surface scales extend from her lower spine to the sides of her waist, run across the tops of her shoulders, and scale down the sides of her thighs from below hip to knee. Whilst the clear majority of her body is not developed in scales yet, the rest of her skin is undoubtedly thickened and tougher than normal.

Wings:
With a combined wingspan to total an approximate eleven feet Nyssa’s wings make for a large, impressive, and ultimately intimidating sight when out for display.

Each alar limb is a thick red hide that joins taut to the lightly tanned membrane that stretches and unfurls out beneath, descending into a burnished dull hue of chromatic reds, purples, and oranges along the trailing edge as if her wings were heated metal being forged upon an anvil.

When folded each wing compacts and conforms tightly against her body to comfortably rest against her back and under cloak to be kept out of sight; or at least they would be so compactly hidden if each wing would remain still to not shift and bulge her cloak unnaturally behind herself in extended expressive gestures of her body language.

Claws:
Hardened keratinous claws strengthened by developed subunguis extend a short distance from Nyssa’s fingertips, naturally forming into sharp points. Filed and cut back from their full length to still retain something of the slight curved appearance of normal nails Nyssa’s claws are undoubtedly still capable of some scathing damage.

Songblade:

"Cut by the edge of her words Dazed by the poise of her rage Impaled by the desolation of her soul This blade will brandish her power And carry the weight of her deeds"

The short forty-seven inch greatsword named Songblade that never leaves Nyssa’s side is an impressive adamantine forged weapon with a column of bardic cold iron pressed runes engraving the length of the blade, and a pristine fire opal sits in the pommel imbuing the blade with fire elemental damage. Keen observers of both the blade and Nyssa would note that each of the blade’s bardic runes match corresponding runes tattooed on her left biceps.

Like many bards Nyssa embellishes the story of her weapon: how it was crafted, how it was bound to herself in a ritual, how the blade seemingly rejects elemental enchantments from other spell casters, and of how many foes it has cut asunder in battle. Mayhap there’s some truth to her words but there’s no denying how fearsome and skilled she is with Songblade both in and outside of combat.

Upon a whisper and casting of her fingers the runes glow with a soft light and the air around the blade distorts with the resonant hum of her arcane abilities, focusing the blade into a sonic weapon that also acts as a bardic instrument.

Spellfury:

"Arcane imbued by dragons blood Cast in the echos of her spells Fury bound in scathed control This blade unleashes them all"

Spellfury is an impressive fifty-two inches of forged steel with a sharp serrated edge and cloth wrapped hilt and lower blade quarter. Favoured as Nyssa’s primary greatsword, Spellfury is seen wielded in combat to extraordinary and terrifying effect to match that of its owner.

Longer than Songblade, Spellfury is an intimidating sight in Nyssa’s skilled hands even with the lesser circle enchantment as what Spellfury lacks in imbued magic is made up for in adaptability, being more malleable to short term magic than Songblade is to become an even deadlier weapon when spells are active upon it.

Spellfury’s serrated blade inflicts overwhelming grievous wounds to Nyssa’s well placed strikes while the acidic bite of the weapon aids Spellfury in inducing its powerful damage in battle.

Wielded in Nyssa’s hands, her raw physical strength only further increases the lethality of her prowess as her attacks are unleashed with a powerful fury.

Heartfyre:

"Her passion burned brighter than ever An intensity fueled by kindled return Yet not all matched the love she gave Left with yearning for what she lost She’ll carry a torch forever in hope"

Nyssa’s third storied greatsword, Heartfyre, is yet another marvelous wonder of skilled craftsmanship from those who worked on its creation. At a long fifty-two inches in length and born from the same reforged material as Spellfury, Heartfyre equals her acidic sister in fiery might and ability.

A flawless script is etched perfectly to wrap the edges of the blade, every rune of the script burning like the strongest molten flow. Set within the pommel is a dragon chasing a fire and a panther, the mark from one of the creators of the weapon.

Truly a weapon befitting of its tale Nyssa wields it with more careful trepidation and reserved skill than her other weapons — a loving care between wielder and those she holds dearest.

Ironwood Lockbox:
This small hand size ironwood lockbox always seems to remain in pristine, unscathed condition despite the varying damages and scratches upon the rest of Nyssa's belongings. With a lingering smell of varnish and cinnamon, it's apparent this box is extremely well cared for.

Rarely ever glimpsed into and almost never displayed even to Nyssa’s most trusted and oldest friends the majority of the box’s specific contents are unknown — other than the fact that the interior is lined with soft Sembian silk and the space filled by small storage slots occupied by meticulously wrapped and protected gems, jewellery, vials and other miscellaneous shaped treasures.

Flute:
A masterfully crafted and old redwood flute often attached by string to Nyssa's belt. Down the left side scripture is inscribed in Draconic. To one keenly attuned to magic they might sense the faint lingering presence of elemental energies within the flute and summize that at some point in the past the flute had brimmed with such energy though now it sits, effectively, emptied.

Journal:
A rich purple and well worn through time leather cover binds Nyssa's journal together. Written in flourished silver script the front reads "Nyssa'milelal Tir'mi".

Within the pages of the journal Nyssa's bardic upbringing and training are exhibited with pride as each letter and word nearly flow into the next with an exuberant display of her finesse with a quill.

The entries date back as far as 1350 DR and run up to the current day; though a long gap remains between 1373 DR and 1380 DR without a single entry.

The journal's content itself, despite the clear effort of Nyssa's skills on display, are rather impersonal and suspiciously mundane. Jotted notes of shopping lists, unassuming names of people she's met or places she's been, and dull summaries of the weeks occurrences fill many of it's pages with every other couple dozen pages devoted to charcoal drawings and sketches of creatures and places she's seen.

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Sunspear Cavalier, Novelist, Risen Sun Heretic.

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 161 lbs
Race: Human, Calishite.
Eyes: Light hazel brown.
Hair: Long dark brunette hair with light dusky undertones; often swept over to a side.
Skin: A rich coffee cream golden-brown complexion.
Birthdate: 4th Ches, 1361 DR.
Build: Small waist, modestly ample bust, athletic shoulders, curved hips and thighs, subtly refined muscles: charismatically fit, dexterous, and robust.
Voice: A soft lilting regional Calimshan accent with softly rolled R's.



An observer of life, Aurel has a passionate interest for the exotic, unusual, and curious aspects of life and creativity. Ever seeking to spear the veneer of society and the personalities around her she endears herself to lilting music, art, and the perfection of the self to understand the threads of life that weave around her.

Standing at a short five foot six Aurel’s calishite heritage is clear by the rich golden-brown tone of her smooth complexion; sparkling and inquisitive hazel eyes under which emotion rides just below the surface; long, lustrous, brunette hair with lighter dusky highlights, often swept over to a side that frames and displays the preferred side of her lightly freckled face; and a softly lilting voice of trilled and rolled R’s to make her inviting voice purr in song and conversation to announce her regional Calimshan accent.

Her demeanor is one of pride and occasional arrogance or vanity, always positioning herself to be the unsurpassed attraction of any room or crowd she makes efforts to draw eyes to herself, often wearing clothes that taper and accentuate her already generous visage, regaling a crowd in bardic tale, music, and performance, or posturing and exhibiting her martial prowess and athleticism.

Bundle of Netherese Scrolls:
Stamped with the fading symbol of a twelve pointed golden sun and signed by now long forgotten names and equally forgotten titles each scroll is carefully preserved and stored within a lockbox. What's visible of the ancient Netherese scripture written in Draconic has only been partially translated onto accompanying scrolls by a hand other than Aurel's own.

For the large part these translations pertain to Netherese court documentations, binding contracts, and lyrics to an ancient bardic song that refers to the "Keeper of the Eternal Sun".

Brotherhood of the Glorious Sun Symbol:
Aurel's token of membership to the Brotherhood of the Glorious Sun. The flat back of the symbol bares a custom inscription, "Banish the shadow, illuminate the truth."; signed by Sunmaster Khalah al Amaun.

Signed Love Letter:
The egregiously fangirlish love letter addressed to a small locally famed gladiator within one of Calimport's many arenas sponsors the written signature signing of the recipient at the bottom, apparently having read and signed it for Aurel at some point; "Heartseeker" Amr al Gallus, ≈Third Champion of the Year of the Banner Forth Circle Gladiator Games, yi Calimport.

The signature is partially marred over by a small flurry of imprinted lipstick kisses by a younger swooning Aurel.

Light Calimite Warhorse, Eater of Apples.

Aurel's loyal warhorse, Sami, has accompanied her throughout her days of adventure. Sami is almost as well explored as Aurel herself, having traveled with the young Sunspear from Calimport, through the famed trade routes of the Sword Coast, and into the lower foothills of the Spine of the World before the pair made their way down south-east to Cormyr.

Often adorned in chain barding and an emblazened tabard of gold, brown and deep maroon cloth Sami is a marvelous sight to see, and only more so once hooves set to stoically gallop through the dangers of battle with his rider on top devastating enemies below with her longspear.

Perhaps a little less disciplined than the Calimite may once have been Sami has to the unfortunate displeasure of Aurel taken an extreme fondness that borders on addiction to being overfed delicious apple treats by one of Aurel's northern adventuring companions.

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Monastic Paladin of Yondalla, Halfling Maiden.

Height: 3'2"
Weight: 70 lbs
Race: Lightfoot Halfling
Eyes: Light Hazel
Hair: Wavey, shoulder-length copper hair.
Skin: A smooth light tan.
Build: Gracefully swift and averagely proportioned.
Birthdate: 27th Eleasis, 1353 DR.
Voice: An ever-bright, ebullient and never-ending melody.




Wavey, shoulder-length copper hair frames around the young halfling maiden's face as sparkling hazel eyes peer out curiously and studiously; full of eager wanderlust like many of her kin yet she waits, patient and reserved if not ever passionate and cheery at the same time to the large world before her.

Elysia's clothes are simple and practical, only serving to decorate and frame the little pleasant visage she offers where function falls way to allow for design. Much like the few possessions she carries her cloth is well worn in and cared for, having lived a life longer than her own with history full of stories to yet earn.

Celestial Pony.
Elysia's celestial pony gallops into being from a cloudy apparition beaming with sunlight, appearing before the halfling maiden upon summoned command. The magical being is stout, disciplined, and radiates divine warmth with a perfect white coat and long flowing mane and tail.

Rewarded to Elysia by her service and faith to Yondalla after the halfling maiden traveled from Lurien to Cormyr; by foot. Gwen has only been with Elysia for a short while but has already bonded to become the best of friends with the monastic paladin.

Gwen can occasionally be found within the fields of Shallybrook, or attempting to follow Elysia into the dimmed halls of the Hin Fist Monastary.

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Lost Nomad, Druid of the One and the Three.

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 116 lbs
Race: Half-Elf.
Eyes: Almond shaped, piercing blue eyes. Gold specks dote her iris, reminisce of her moon elf heritage.
Ears: Long pointed half-elven tipped ears.
Hair: Lower shoulder length, thick, silvery-platinum blonde hair; lazily tied into an unkempt ponytail with loose strands framing her face.
Skin: A smooth and hairless light complexion with a faint pale blue hue at her extremities while dirt smudges occasionally blemish exposed skin.
Birthdate: 21st Ches, 1358 DR.
Build: Charismatic; tall and slender with natural curves: narrow shoulders, small waist, wide hips and thighs, ample bust, rounded rear.
Voice: A gentle Moonshae Isles Ffolk accent, softly lilted in elven intonation.



Fleur appears to be a young naturally charismatic and vivacious half-elf with a lightly tanned complexion only broken by soft faint blue hues at her extremities or by an occasional smudge of dirt wiped across exposed skin. Wavy silvery-platinum blonde hair is lazily tied into a simple and unkempt ponytail as messy stray locks frame her effervescent face from which bright blue eyes peer out. Curious, excited, and wild they sparkle for the natural world before her, only shying away from unnatural civilization.

Her clothes are simple and well fit to hug her body, enhancing her natural physique as they serve her in practicality and tradition over fashion and vanity. A string pendant of three interconnecting rings on an inverted triangle hangs from her neck, resting gracefully against skin, and blue feathers adorn a cloth armband around one biceps with another collection of the feathers tucked behind one long tipped ear.

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Monk of the Long Death, Fortune Card Reader.

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 149 lbs
Race: Human, Tashalan.
Eyes: Light sallowed amber.
Hair: Long dark hair coaxed with dye to a deeply rich purple; styled incidentally to frame her face.
Skin: Light sunkissed olive complexion bordering against eminently pale tan lines.
Scars: Numerous small burns, blemishes, scars or aged and indeterminable damage polka dot the left side of her torso, trailing down to her lower hip.
Birthdate: 9th Mirtul, 1357 DR.
Build: Hints of a supple and slender frame with a small bust, resolute hips, dainty waist and slight shoulders. Slightly anorexic thighs, boney fingers.
Voice: Orotund and imperious, reverberating with damaged vocal chords.




Dressed in simple and oft unadorned clothes fashioned only by the subtleties and charms of her physique Kreia passes by modestly without ego or flair as she withdraws into the shadowed wayside. Fingers caress over a small belt pouch aside a curved hip, the flap unfastened to reveal the metallic top edges of a small pack of decorated tashalan tarot cards.

Long dark hair dyed to a deeply rich purple falls behind slight shoulders, loosely styled to incidentally frame a petite face from which amber eyes observe those who pass her, turning and canting to follow with an evanescent curiosity after the subject of her gaze. Always studious towards an unclear goal Kreia places herself within earshot of gossip and discussions, only partaking when piqued with a voice that comes across as surprisingly clear and imperious despite obvious strains of damage past suffered to her vocals.

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Tracker, Doombringer of Hoar.

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 185 lbs
Race: Human, Calishite.
Eyes: Light blue.
Hair: Long shoulder-length tousled dusky-brown hair, pulled back into a short man bun or stubbed ponytail.
Beard: Yes.
Skin: A tanned and rough-textured golden-brown complexion.
Birthdate: 26th Elesias, 1353 DR.
Build: Charismatically stout, grizzled, and tough. Broad shoulders, square jaw, chiseled abs.
Voice: Deep and gravelly regional Calimshan accent with softly rolled R's.




Grizzled and swarthy, Koert is a veteran of both the sun and land with a great deal of tousled hair to manage, often seen tied back lazily into a stub of a ponytail or wrapped up into a small man bun. He sponsors a beard as equally charming in its course and bristled ways, cut with favor to a small degree of style in length to keep it resting just off the top of his chest.

His face is comprised almost entirely of weathered square angles and the occasional knick or scar from his travels and arduous life — or as he’d tell you, from many tavern bar fights; and with a nose bent from repeatedly being broken it wouldn’t appear far from the truth. His resting position seems to be frowning, or else blankly apathetic, as if a chip against the world forever rests on a broad shoulder.

With hand often found draped over the pommel of his hammer, Koert comes prepared and well equipped for the task with various tools, throwing axes, and hunting knives lined within one of his belts or protruding from a pouch.


Hawk; no not that Hawk.

Koert's hunting hawk, Thunder, has been a lifelong companion of the Hoarite tracker, and one of the few companions he'd readily call friend and share his solitude with.

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"The Elder", Diasporic Elf, Wanderlust Priest.

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 137 lbs.
Race: Sun Elf.
Eyes: Bright Green.
Hair: Lush and healthy platinum blonde hair with a long length that falls gracefully to her lower back.
Skin: A smooth and hairless Sun Elf creamy complexion.
Scars: Left ear has a horizontal scar mid way up the length that wraps across to the side of her head beneath hair.
Birthdate: 7th Ches, 1013 DR
Build: Slender and lithe elf form; gracefully and charismatically fit.
Voice: A soft yet sternly spoken Teshendale accent.



Aedre appears to be an outgoing, friendly and understanding sun elf with a cheerful visage and a funny sense of wit that can at times catch people by surprise when contrasted with her steadfast and commanding demeanour in her unusual faith for an elf.

Always close to the surface under her emerald eyes her care and love for everyone shines brightly as her devotion to those she calls friend or even stranger radiates the most when trouble befalls .

Quick to assess the situation and equally as fast to react, Aedre's swift spring into hasted judgement and action can at times be seen as irrational or overzealous.

Cloak & Family Brooch:
The delicately folded deep-fuchsia cloak with a rich golden trim that's frayed lightly along the edges from past travels and days now long forgotten is carried with Aedre in caring fashion. Adorned to the collar pins a well-worn family brooch of immaculate elven craftsmanship.

The metallic surfacing of the brooch's border scintillates and gleams in its caught light; framing the small decoration within of small gems and hued metals that depict a small stream winding through a lush valley. Above the valley a shining symbol of the Seldarine glows, illuminating life within the water stream below.

Around the gold rim of the brooch lies elven literature now faded away with age, indiscernible and lost from any attempt at interpretation.

Wedding Ring:
Always adorned on her ring finger the two platinum bands of the wedding ring bares a lifetime's worth of wear whilst the flawless sardonyx within the setting has been rubbed and polished down from its original clarity.

Set within the shadow band an inscription reads, "Remember, and I'll live forever in your heart".

Aedre can be often spotted thumbing over or rubbing her adjacent fingers habitually against the ring, an act often accompanied by a sorrowful look contrasted against her usual cheery visage.

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Divine Archivist of Oghma, Bookworm, Tripping Hazard.

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 136 lbs.
Race: Half-Elf.
Eyes: Almond shaped gentle golden eyes.
Ears: Long pointed half-elven tipped ears.
Hair: Wavy and luscious, oft disheveled, copper red hair falls to below her shoulders.
Skin: Bronze sun kissed complexion, smooth and hairless.
Birthdate: 1349 DR.
Build: Charismatic and lithe with narrow shoulders, ample full bust, small waist, wide hips, tapering thighs, and a plush rear.
Voice: A lilted elven intonation; imperious and matter-of-fact.



Affable, orderly, and utterly bookish the alluring half-elf peers into the world from behind golden eyes with curiosity and a neverending yearning for new knowledge. Without ego or worry she stands at a comfortable ease to observe and listen, interjecting to conversations that pique her interest when she’s not preoccupied by an assorted pile of books, scrolls, or artifacts she almost endlessly seems to be pawing over.

A small pendant of a blank silver scroll hangs from a thin chain necklace, nuzzling to rest closely against her chest whilst a long red leathered belt is looped around waist and hip to which a large heavy tome is bound; its hardcover front, back, and spine flowing in scintillating silvery scripture of assured divine nature.

Prayerbook:

Incessantly attached to her belt or kept within short reach of her person Cyn’s prayerbook rarely leaves the comfort of her side. A large silver clasp and lock seals the tome’s pages shut, withholding the prayers, divine lore, and an archivist's collection of dark knowledge within and away from the prying eyes of others whilst the hard leather covers of the tome scintillate in symbols and literature or varying languages. Various bookmarks hang out from between pages whilst the poking corners of scrolls and other collected parchments yet to be transcribed into the heavy tome protrude from within.

Reading Glasses:
Minorly enchanted to aid wearer against the long term strain of days spent reading and writing in dark or bright environments Cyn's slim glasses are both practical and supremely stylish with their slender black frames and gold detailing on the arms.

Child's Doll:
Stuffed with straw and dressed in a simple blue and yellow cotton dress, the simplistic doll with large golden buttons for eyes and sewn on red lips has long since seen better days as the tragedy of time slowly befalls it. Loose threads slowly pull away, fraying the hemline of the dress while the long red wool for the hair of the little girl’s doll looks ragged and ratty.

Woven into the front of the dress is a small love heart with the letters C.Y.N. stitched below.

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"The Blazing Light", Former Sun Soul Monk, Sunite.

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 110 lbs
Race: Half-Elf.
Eyes: Almond shaped, piercing violet eyes. Gold specks dote her iris, reminisce of her moon elf heritage.
Ears: Long pointed half-elven tipped ears.
Hair: A long platinum-white braided ponytail with a loosely tied whip-like tail ending, reaching in length to below her hips.
Skin: A smooth and hairless light moon-elf inherited complexion with faint pale-blue hues at her extremities.
Birthdate: 23rd Eleint, 1345 DR.
Build: Charismatic and spry. Short and slender with narrow shoulders, small waist, flared hips and athletic legs, small bust, rounded derriere.
Voice: A calm Moonshae Isles Ffolk accent, often spoken in rapid bursts.



Standing at only five foot five Serena is a short but ever nimble and dexterous half-elf, appearing ever vivacious and alert. Her skin is of a smooth hairless complexion with faint hints of pale blue hues on the tip of her little straight-edged nose, atop the ends of her pointed ears, coloring her full lips and surfacing on her knees, elbows and other extremities in defining declaration to her moon-elf heritage.

Long lengths of platinum-white hair braided into a ponytail with a loosely tied whip-like tail ending bounces and swishes to below her hips, infused with her energetic swift movements. A few shorter locks of the platinum hair falls loose to either side of her face, framing the athletic beauty.

An impeccable smile that never abates in kind warmth radiates her fair soul to those in her company, and her voice renders to a Ffolk accented melodic calm that never waivers in fear or raises in anger. On occasion her voice bursts into a bubbly and fast-spoken cadence of rapidly ejected sentences.

Various aromas and perfume fragrances follow Serena’s presence, the delicate scents perforating through her long ponytail and from the clothing tailored to the allures of a charismatic being. The simple fabrics and materials hug her body loosely, accentuating the comely proportions of someone who has long treated both body and mind as a temple in devotion of both an inner and outer beauty, an ideology further displayed in faith by a pendant of Lady Firehair that rests against her bust.




Scales:
On closer inspection minuscule dull silver scales softly scintillate light across her skin, almost invisibly hidden among the hues of her complexion. Across shoulders, spine, bicep and tapered thighs the scales become more pronounced, and although to a still young developing growth the largest of the scales are more visible in texture, shape, thickness and size. It is unmistakable that Serena harbors more than just her moon-elf heritage.

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"Finely Crafted", Glitterbright, Tinkerer, Artificer, Pistolier.

Height: 5'0"
Weight: 107 lbs
Race: Human, Lantanna.
Eyes: Sparkling deep-sea blue.
Hair: Sandy blonde tousled waves with a long length dropping over her shoulders, often artfully disheveled.
Skin: Parchment-tanned, lightly freckled.
Birthdate: 27 Alturiak, 1352 DR.
Build: Short and supple. Pear-shaped with sauntering hips and tapered thighs; modest bust; physically fit though lacking any definitive muscle tone - otherwise described as softly cushioned. She carries a natural comely beauty and charisma.
Voice: Her cadence is energetic and vivacious, carrying a pleasant lilt spoken through a subdued lantannan accent best described as "human elvish".



A clinking and clattering of various small tools, gizmos, trinkets and satchels follow Isabella's sweeping sway, each affixed by various fastenings to her golden belt and bulky rucksack slung over narrow shoulders.

Atop Isabella's head of tousled sandy hair rests a pair of bespoke brass and dark leather Lantanese goggles, almost always worn as if a fashionable accessory and stylistic choice though their application is quite real. The left goggle is outfitted with a smaller second lens upon a small swiveling arm - the frame fit with a small dialable ring to refine the focal length of the goggle. The lenses themselves are immaculately fabricated from a clear crystalline glass, the properties of such unknown to all but Isabella.

Two small bracelets jingle around her left wrist, symbols of The Joker and the Wonderbringer. The first bracelet is crafted from a thin gold chain with a small piece of raw gold ore fixed to the end. The second bracelet is made from a fine leather strip with a small copper toothed metal cog with four spokes hanging from its length.

Her clothes are generally well tailored and pleasantly aesthetic on her form, favoring square toed knee high boots, closefitting leather bodices, and blousy cotton or wool shirts when not sporting her favorite breezy dresses.

Charismatically attractive features and delightfully cushioned assets embellish her image. A small cherubic nose denotes the center of her soft angular face; fuller lips curl and twist into pleasant, jovial grins and smiles; expressive bladed brows arch high; and lightly wrinkled deep-sea blue eyes carefully study with an intelligent perception whilst her short diminutive stature sways and bounces with a light animated gait.

Her dainty hands are elegant to a degree, with fingers and palms displaying the tell tale signs of someone who doesn’t shy away from delicate or arduous handiwork in a workshop. Often seen tinkering with small mechanical components her leather gloves are never discarded from her hands for long.



Isabella's Pistol:
A long ironwood grip, brass detailing, and a hexagonal smoothbore iron barrel. Isabella's lantanese pistol is an exotic marvel of one of Lantan's latest and greatest inventions. Capable of shooting specially crafted .72 caliber lead balls Isabella's pistol is the deadly result of magic married with technology.

This wondrous weapon remains locked securely within Isabella's leather holster strapped high on her right thigh, just below hip. The maintenance and production of its smokepowder paper-cartridges as well as how to load and use the pistol is a closely kept secret of the rarely utilized weapon.

Artificer’s Goggles:
"The goggles, they do nothin'!"
- Someone who forgot to remove the protective lens caps.

Isabella is rarely seen without her bespoke pair of goggles, always kept worn high atop her sandy head of hair when not brought down over her eyes; kept on as if a fashionable accessory though their application is quite real. The left goggle is outfitted with a smaller second lens upon a small swiveling arm - the frame fit with a small dialable ring to refine the focal length of the goggle.

The lenses themselves are immaculately fabricated from a clear crystalline glass, the properties of such unknown to all but Isabella.

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// Added Keela and Zara's overdue portraits.