| Name | Alira (slave of Valayne) |
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| Sex | female |
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| Race | High Human (High Human) |
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| Class | Entertainer |
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| Profession | Entertainer (dance, sing, poet) |
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| Level | 2 |
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| Appearance | PM's always welcome
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Alira, for a girl from peasant origins, always stood out stark from those around her in her more rustic and rural home. Softly bronzed skin, sunkissed and holding a healthy glow of its own, smooth and unblemished save for the tattoo that encircles her delicate throat, thorn wreathed vine design with the name "Valayne" woven into its art. Eyes of a deep emerald, inquisitive, bright, and holding just enough mischevious mirth to make one question. Her hair set ablaze like fire cascades easily over shoulders and down her spine to end just at the small of her back, held in soft ringlets, lustrous and thick. Svelte, toned, gorgeous; her body born of dance and blessed in figure perhaps by some divine touch. Her steps always more graceful than her blossoming age might suggest, are smooth and fluid, a dancer's step. A lyrically cooing voice, soft as a midnight breeze when whispered, and powerful as a thunderhead when lofted. The girl has a mirth to her that some might consider infectious, a smile that lights up those emerald eyes and casts a radiance about her. Her demeanor at times demure, others boisterous and proud, has a softness to it that can deceive with her quick wit and quicker tongue. Some perhaps detect the underlying tone of a firey soul, others might see a woman who seeks to please and serve. The entertainer in her is all of those things, and perhaps many more. Her stature may seem slight to some, perhaps not half way between five to six feet, but her personality is ten feet tall at least, once one draws it from her. |
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| Background | Alira's origins couldn't get much more simple, born of peasants in a small farming community, she spent her youth daydreaming. Always with her eye to the horizon, a song in her lungs, and her body in the motion of a freespirited dance. She learned the craft of wordsmith around the cooking and home fires, the songs of the land from traveling minstrels, and a flare for entertaining the villagers she called family for any occasion. Her hand was hotly sought after by the young suitors, but most knew she was destined for something else, something larger than their simple lives, and that is what spurred her on. Having lost her parents to a wasting sickness, she struck out on her own, leaving her family's meager belongings to those that needed it and left the confines of the small village. Her goal, to reach deeper into the Empire, to the bustling cities, and the grand spectacles within. Peddling story, song, or dance along the way for food and lodging, quick to entertain any child that might come across her path for nothing but a smile, she danced her way towards the seat of power, and whatever life may bring her beyond. |
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| Notes | Mithril tattoo worked over her pubic mound
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Thorn wreathed vines laced about her slender throat in tattoo with the name "Valayne" woven into the design |
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| Skills | Dancing: Master
Exotic Dance
Singing
Poetry |
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| Strength | Intelligence | Agility | Resistance | Stamina | Life | Spell Slots | Equip Slots |
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| 5 | 5 | 10 | 2 | 10 | 9 | 4 | 10 |
Equipment:
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| dagger | 0 | |
| tunic | 0 | |
Spells:
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| Pleasureful Pain | 1 |
| Sweet Bliss | 1 |
| Telekinesis | 1 |
| Rainbow Colors | 1 |
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