Ancestry:
Aiuvarin (Half-elf)
Class:
Witch
Faction:
The Guild of Exploration
Rather tall in stature, with gentle features accompanied by long ashen hair gathered into a single thick braid. Both ears are wrapped in clean bandages, an air of mystery to her otherwise calm, quiet demeanor.
An oversized dark purple witch's hat, embroidered with gilded motifs, nearly swallows her frame, while worn noble garments peek from beneath a deep violet cloak that seems to slough away in thin, dust-like layers that appears to shed constantly. She carries a towering staff shaped like an old lantern post, its chamber burning with an impossible black flame. Perched atop rests a velvet-black luna moth that seems to drink in the surrounding light, leaving the air around it just a shade dimmer.
A shadow in the shape of a moth settled before her, its gaze fixed upon hers with quiet certainty. No words, yet the intent was unmistakable. To seek the forgotten places of the world, uncover what had been buried since the Reckoning, to find an older truth. In return, the answers it promised could finally be hers.
There was no better place to begin than the Guild of Exploration. Though merely a tool for Isolde, every mystery unearthed brought her one step closer to the secrets hidden beneath the world. Whether she sought knowledge for herself or served the will of the thing that had found her, the Guild offered the surest path into the unknown.