Name: Isolde
Aliases: N/A
Gender: Female
Race: Half Drow
Age: 25
Profession: Enchanter, fletcher, weaponsmith. Also works at the Gatehouse, usually looking after the orphans or helping in the Asylum and Mad Bleaker wards.
Languages: Draconic
Accent: A typical Cager's accent, along with a distinctly raspy voice.
Physical Information
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115lbs.
Body build: Skinny, with wiry muscles.
Skin type: Smooth, with a few scars.
Hair style: usually wears her hair in a long high tail.
Scars: a few on her arms from burns and cuts, some deliberate, others not. Many are old and faded.
Tattoos: A geometric, tribal tattoo across her shoulders.
Colouring:
- [b]Hair:[/b] White [b]Eyes:[/b] Light aqua [b]Skin:[/b] Dusky black [/li]
Alignment: Lawful Neutral - she has a distinct sense of duty and honor, though she finds it hard to put into words. She also strives to create order in her notoriously disorderly existence, despite knowing it doesn't matter either way. She enjoys the illusion of control her behaviors give her.
Philosophy: Nothing makes sense, it was never supposed to make sense - what I do from here is all on me. There's right and there's wrong, but how do I decide which is which?
Deity/Beliefs: She doesn't believe in any one Power over the others, but she acknowledges their existence and tends to pay proper respect when she has to.
Personality:
- [b]Efficient:[/b] Tries to get to the heart of the matter, likes to resolve things quickly and without fanfare. [b]Fatalistic:[/b] Nothing really matters, anyway, so help, hurt, it's all the same. [b]Jaded:[/b] Living in the Hive is tough, as an orphan, tougher. She's seen a lot, and little surprises or impresses her anymore. [b]Territorial:[/b] doesn't want the PCs getting too close to her or her possessions. [b]Deep:[/b] Very insightful and intelligent, but rarely shares such with others. [b]Bipolar:[/b] Swings between episodes of depression and mania on a random basis. [b]Obsessive/Compulsive:[/b] She has very specific ways of doing certain things, and woe to those who try and make her do differently. [b] Anxious:[/b] Worried she making a huge mistake with her life, but doesn't know how to fix it. [b] Puckish:[/b] Takes great amusement out of poking fun at others, usually to stave off boredom. [b]Thick-skinned:[/b] It tends to take a lot for a taunt to faze her. [/li]
Gear: Almost never seen without her bow, hood and mask.
Jewelry: What she wears is typically silver, or fashioned out of hemp, leather, and glass beads. Clearly nothing extravagant or expensive.
Habbits/hobbies: Collecting.
General Health: Has developed a chronic cough, from breathing in the Cage's smog for the past 25 years. Tends to be a bit underfed, as well as suffers from mild insomnia.
Favorite Drink: If she does, no one knows it, and she never orders it.
Weaknesses: Hates being tied up. Has a fear of intimacy, and as such has few friends. Traumatic experiences from her past leave her paranoid about food and drink from other people, save Khazeet.