Aryia
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Aryia
Physical Description
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Race: | Mul'neissa | |
Homeland: | Charn | |
Age: | 110 | |
Occupation: | Seamstress and Sailor | |
Class: | Monk | |
Faith: | None. |
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.
She normally sports a verdant colored buckle jacket, black pants, and dark blue boots along with a set of wide, silver framed shades.
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.
- Uneducated - Due to a strange upbringing, Aryia does not know most common knowledge of the world, and has a 'try-everything-once' attitude to most things.
- 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.
- Docck 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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"Faith? I don't need it. I can, and will, punch my way through a f***ing mountain if I have to on my own."