The lilting clip-clop of hooves announced the presence of this odd satyr. She certainly stuck out, the horns and the legs betrayed her fey-lineage, whilst the blindfold across her eyes showed her disability. Still, considering how sure-footed she seemed as she moved from place to place, she did well enough without need of a stick to tap or other creature to guide her along the cobbles.

She approached every conversation with a quiet amusement, an air of knowing or perhaps just of joyful reunion, even upon a first meeting. She carried an obvious interest in all things spoken, a refreshing want to learn anything and everything given to her, a drive and desire for that ever elusive more.

She enjoyed throwing tarot, staring at people as if she could see through the fabric that wrapped about her eyes, and wrapping her horns in others as a sign of great affection.

Strengths: Obsessive, Strong, Knowledgeable.

Weaknesses: Fatalistic, Creepy, Eccentric.