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{{Badge-Entry|Development}} Odd it is that a mul'neissa is aligned with the moonlight, yet still retains their touch of shadows. Either the coin landed on its side on the flip, or something else manifests. The tattoo manifest as moon hued lines of light across her body when the Aspect is used or Ki abilities are tapped. |
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Revision as of 15:07, 28 August 2023
Aryia
Physical Description
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Race: | Mul'niessa | |
Class/Level: | Monk (18) | |
Gender: | Female | |
Deity: | None | |
Alignment: | Lawful Neutral | |
Age: | 112 lived, 101 naturally |
This mul is built lithe yet muscular, body honed to be its own weapon even though she barely comes up to the shoulder on most.
Heavy scarring lines every inch of exposed dark colored flesh, that almost a dim grey. Her face shows youth, yet her milky, glowing eyes betray a hard life were herself not evidence enough. Moon colored hair put up in a pony tail makes it easy to see a jagged, gnarly scar that crosses the front of her throat.
A verdant hued buckle jacket is shoulder robed, a silver chain clasp keeping it held. Black pants and a black tank top underneath expose muscular arms wrapped in glowing runed leather cords from wrist to shoulder, with a silver pockmarked medallion standing out that dangles on her neck. Fashionable dark blue boots and a set of wide, silver framed shades on her face tied it all together.
About
A heavily scarred mul'neissa woman that works the Alexandrian docks, who tends to speak more with her fists than any words she could write down. She arrived to Alexandria to escape the clutches of Charn, yet keeps finding such atrocities creeping back up on her. Thrust into the adventuring life, she tends to see most with open suspicion lest they are vetted by those she's come to trust. She's busted a slave trade going on and helped return the captured folk back to Alexandria from Charn with her friends, as well as looking to found a new order of pugilists. Without a church's influence to focus on the perfect self.
Roleplay Hooks
- Dock Hand: Aryia tends to work the ships that come to and fro from the ports, having been a sailor after her escape for some time.
- Runaway: Fleeing from the underbelly of Charn has its own problems that constantly arise.
- Pugilist: Aryia talks with her fists often, her training consisting of an unorthodox mishmash of various mentors, desperation, and grit. Not quite a proper monk, but close enough to get the gist of it.
- Seamstress: From jackets to cloaks, to wedding dresses and suits, if one needs clothes, she can make it, and make it well. Just... don't get her for a last minute formal wear.
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"F*** off, I'm punching rocks."