[semi-retired] - Cherry Sapphire

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*Tsidkenu
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Basic Information
Name: Cherry Sapphire
Aliases: N/A
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Late 30's
Profession: Druidic Witch & Apothecary.
Languages: Common, Celestial, Abyssal, Sylvan, Druidic.
Accent: Suloise (Oerthian), Thillonrian Peninsula specifically.

Physical Information
Height: 170cm (~5'8")
Weight: 65kg (~140 lbs.)
Body build: Curvaceous, but she has lost some weight after her recent ordeal.
Skin type: Smooth and freckled.
Hair style: Wild and wavy in its natural state. Frequently changes hairstyle depending on her mood.
Scars: Significant slash scarring on her palms and wrists seems to have remained after her ordeal. She also has a piercing scar right above her heart, through her left breast.
Tattoos: None on immediate observation.
Colouring:
Hair: Rich natural red
Eyes: Sapphire blue
Skin: Milky white

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral
Philosophy: Chasing after the wind.
Deity/Beliefs: Obad-Hai
Personality:
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder Despite her life change, Cherry has begun her journey of unpredictable mood-swings and borderline insanity.
Reclusive Becoming more and more withdrawn over the last few cycles, Cherry has cut of most of her friends and acquaintances from regular communication.


Additional Information
Gear: Plain, unadorned brown robes & cloak. She treasures a small 12" rondel which always finds its home at her left hip.
Jewelry: Besides the magical rings she wears on each hand, the redhead is adorned with a third plain silver band upon her right ring finger. She also has a necklace with an oak leaf and two acorns encased in a glass disc.
Habbits/hobbies: She is an incredibly talented alchemist.
General Health: Physical Health: Average.
Favorite Drink: Absinthe.


RP Threads
Stonefruit & Gemstones - Cherry's Sensory Donations
Cherry's Quest for Knowledge
Cherry's Quest for Faith
*Tsidkenu
Posts: 156
Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

Posted by *Tsidkenu »


A brown-clad figure gazed up at the scintillating splendour of the Civic Festhall which towered above her. It was all too much now. So endlessly ephemeral. Pointless. Just a wisp of smoke in the gales of a tornado.

There was no farewell. There was no fanfare, or humdrum by which friends and acquaintances were gathered around to see her go for the last time. Just a few hushed words in the Bazaar to her most trusted, and she was gone.
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