Mina Mistmark

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===Metagamers unwelcome=== Name: Mina Mistmark Race: Human Gender: Female Apparent Age: Twenty-Five Actual Age: Nineteen Height: 5'5' / 167cm Weight: 110lbs / 50kg Build: Skinny Eyes: Flax-Yellow Skin: Ashen Hair: Pearl-Gray Profession: Unknown Allegiance: Unknown Deity: Soldarian Residence: Darkmist Village, Westch. Parish Current Aura: Mottled, Orange --- "There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch, or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer." - Deuteronomy 18:10-11 --- The young maiden would perhaps stand tall and proud if she just pulled her spine up, but this one seemed to favour keeping her head low with shoulders hiked, as though in a constant state of care and caution. Unremarkable. Unnoteworthy. Her vigilance was emphasized by the heavy cloak wrapped around her; the woven cotton doing a truly magnificent job concealing the woman's physique. Only if the garment was forced to cling to her figure during feisty winds, would the young lass' body be revealed as tenderly gracile; vulnerably skinny. Then... When her visage was not swathed in shadows by her clothes, concealed within the heavy cowl, one might spy angular features of a pallid palette. A nearly gaunt face would be revealed therein, made so by the dark rings she bore about the jealous windows of her soul. But what windows they were~ In passing, the maiden's chilling gaze could unnerve most. Hers were intense pools of pale, flax-yellow eyes, confined in slim rings of black that observed those that came and went around her. Visceral, were those sun-like orbs, often bleeding contempt onto those with which brief glance was shared. She wasn't an unrivalled beauty, but her eyes and muted youth, made her quite arresting none the less. White of skin, pearl-grey of hair; all of the young lass' colours seemed drained, reduced to bleak desolation, with the exceptions of her eyes, and an inflamed set of scars starting at the height of her right cheekbone, slanting down to the side of her mouth. Often worn around her graceful neck, suspended from a simple thong, was a small, silver medallion upon which the symbol of Soldarian could be glimpsed unless tucked beneath her clothes. This, along with an heirloom ring, were the only meagre riches that could sometimes be measured upon the young lass; her garments otherwise of rather humble, inexpensive quality. --- OOC The following will only be used in order to facilitate story and narrative. I'm very approachable if you have an idea, big or small, involving any of the below. MERITS Iron Will Cannot be Dominated by Vampires. PSYCHIC MERITS ESP: Clairvoyance Paranormally obtained visual information. Uncontrolled, limited to Eyes of Another. ESP: Postcognition Has the ability to see into the past of a person, an item, or a location. Uncontrolled. Mediumist: Automatic Writing Can access a source of paranormal knowledge through indirect writing. Mediumist: Permanent Death Sight May perceive and communicate with any ghost she encounters. Always active. FLAWS Compulsion Has a specific compulsion which may cause problems. Confused Has a lot of trouble focusing and/or making sense of the world. Dark Secret Possesses a secret which people must not find out about; it would be very bad if they did. Permanent Wound Has a wound that never heals. Haunted Is haunted by a ghost that only she (and other Mediums) can see and hear. --- AMBIENCE Myrkur, Byssan Lul Moonspell, The Hanged Man Aythis, The Ground is Burning Chelsea Wolfe, Simple Death (Demo) Aythis, A Pristine Lie, A Pristine Light RED: Forced sexual RP of any kind.
Player:	Akephalos
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Elf