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Charlotte Mortanis
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Class: Fighter/Sorcerer
Class Affinity: Evocation, Fire; Swordsmanship.
Height: 5’0’
Weight: 112 lbs
Race: Human (Minor celestial heritage)
General Appearance:
This female stands the perfect figure of neutrality; born of a spawn of pure evil, spat from the very hells itself, and the essence of innocence and justice; she who would flutter from the heavens gates to grace the world with her presence.
Charlottes figure is much akin to her mother’s; a spritely, supple figure which flows with an evenly proportioned grace; beneath which lies just as much innocence and good will to all who live; even if this is shrouded by her father’s influence. Lengthy locks of golden brown hair falls to the small of her back, often, if not always tied into a tail of sorts before given the grace of falling unhindered between her shoulder blades; this style further accentuating the natural beauty which radiates from her youthful cheeks, and the fusion of black and silver in her eyes; a captive and radiant blend that could likely lock a demon in place with a single glance.
Despite the girls lithe figure she cannot be mistaken for your average rogue or bandit. Slender, athletically formed muscles lace her arms and when lucky enough to lay eyes upon them, her legs and stomach offering her minor physical strength; coupled with this, she often carries an intricately weaved, purple and black katana sheathe on the right hand side of her robe, within which sits an heirloom of sorts, a sword gifted by her father the very day she turned sixteen years of age. Since this day it has sat at her side; a tool for intimidation and protection, for all who gaze upon it will know of its lineage and fear the man her father has come to be.
Thick, Pale iron ringlet armour clings to her chest; clipped in place by various leather straps and a series of larger rings, and a similar armour hangs loosely from her upper arms to be met by a pair of heavy metallic, fingered gauntlets, riveted and custom made for the purpose of ease of movement. The chains cease at her waist to be met by a flowing silken robe, decorated in a pale purple colour which contrasts with one of deepest black, ending just above what might be a similar boot to that her mother wears.
Atop this robe sits a thick leather belt, to which, various pouches, bags and sacks are tied containing what is likely her lives belongings; herbs, potions, healing equipment whetstones and similar, each pouch padded with an interior lace of sealskin; perhaps to cease rattling of coins. Coupled with these, various “must haves” interlink with the belts material, including a compass, a sheathe for a dagger or knife, and a water skin and rope.
Familiar:
Name: Raziel
Race: Avian, Crow, Blackbird.
Raziel is the perfect specimen of a crow, hobbling along in his own little humorous way, pecking at the ground from time to time as hunger takes him. He is well groomed to the point that the feathers he wields shimmer with a gentle blue light, reflected by the surface of the feathery bird, giving it a dark sapphire glow, both radiant and beautiful as it is illusive and wicked. This particular crow considers himself a king among birds, oft riding on the shoulder of the armoured mage to save his wings the effort, and stranger still is that he may make conversation with her, too, a trick likely picked up over the vast years of study and training.
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