Addison Riley Walker

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Name Addison Riley Walker Race Eidolon Sex Female Height 5'8" Hair Black Eyes Luminescent blue There was a time when the woman you see was a breathtaking vision to behold. The belle of the ball, she was regal, refined, alluring, charming, and witty. A divine beauty that was nearly beyond compare. Alabaster skin with a flawless complexion, eyes of a piercing blue that could captivate with a glance, and a fiery mane of red hair that fell in waves down her back. She was graceful, tall, and lithe. She reveled in a fine life, filled with luxuries. Pampered and doted upon by numerous suitors that sought her affection, almost as much as they sought the wealth and status that came with her name. It was a fairy tale life, for her, then. Though fairy tales often turn to nightmares. Perhaps not in the story books, where the tales have been moderated and romanticized. Her fairy tale came to an abrupt and shattering end, the day she scorned the advances of a nobleman. She couldn't have known how he would react, when he proposed marriage, and she'd laughed. How could she have expected that he'd have a dagger hidden under his cloak, or that he'd have lunged at her in a rage to silence that laughter. Now, she wanders the planes restless. The illuminating beauty she once held distorted. Her appearance near wraith like. Skin holding an ashen deathly pallor, and her hair a raven shade so black no light reflected from those dark strands. Were one to look closely, to really study her, they'd notice something just a bit off. At times she appeared almost ethereal, like a mirage. The woman goes through great lengths to cling to that corporeal form, but in times of stress or when she is weakened, the finer details are obscured and distorted. Giving a glimpse of the ghost she has become. Like any of her kind, she longs to cling to the things that remind her what it is like to be alive. Indulging in things that bring back the memories of living leads her to partake in things that are insignificant to her survival. She is particularly fond of decedent foods and fine wines. The taste of them, while they will never be as good as it was in life, brings her back to a time when life was good. A time filled with parties, and merriment, and when death seemed an impossible thing. That eerie call to the afterlife, however, is always pulling at her. A battle she has to fight every day against, she carefully guards her Manifest Stone. The one thing that helps her keep one foot out of the grave, and fight against the ever demanding tug that would seek to tear her from the material plane.
Player:	No idea who
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Elf