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She is wearing a wide-brimmed black bombazine witch's hat, a delicate silver eyelid piece shaped like a wizened claw, a ruddy iron amulet engraved with odd symbols, a dull grey raven charm, a decrepit black cloak with a raggedly torn hem, a witch ball |
She is wearing a wide-brimmed black bombazine witch's hat, some onyx hairbeads interwoven with a couple of long dark feathers, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a delicate silver eyelid piece shaped like a wizened claw, a ruddy iron amulet engraved with odd symbols, a dull grey raven charm, a decrepit black cloak with a raggedly torn hem, a witch ball, a black steel mourning band inlaid with ivory lilies, a simple robe with curious silver sigils embroidered about the cuffs and hem, a black bombazine witch's gown accented with ivory-colored lace, a black suede bodice fastened by six crossed wands, a wide silver-studded leather wand belt made to ride low on the hips, a black satin gem pouch with a blued-steel raven clasp, a worm-riddled driftwood storage case with a rusty hinge labeled "Potions", a miniature ebony coffin with intricate bas-relief carvings labeled "Ingredients", a pair of polished black thigh boots with pointed toes and silver-cinch buckles, a polished black leather chirurgeon's bag and a black spidersilk backpack. |
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==History== |
==History== |
Revision as of 14:27, 26 October 2012
Mieri Zaul | |
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Status | Active |
Race | Human |
Gender | Female |
Guild | Empath |
Instance | Prime |
Appearance
You see Scholar Mieri Zaul, Medic of Zoluren, a Human.
She has a triangular face, beady dark eyes and a wart-tipped nose. Her grey hair is long and peppered, and is worn in an odd, frizzy mop -- a definite "bad-hair" day. She has wrinkled skin and an emaciated figure.
She is short for a Human.
Some ghastly jawless skulls float lazily around her head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.
Attire
She is wearing a wide-brimmed black bombazine witch's hat, some onyx hairbeads interwoven with a couple of long dark feathers, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a delicate silver eyelid piece shaped like a wizened claw, a ruddy iron amulet engraved with odd symbols, a dull grey raven charm, a decrepit black cloak with a raggedly torn hem, a witch ball, a black steel mourning band inlaid with ivory lilies, a simple robe with curious silver sigils embroidered about the cuffs and hem, a black bombazine witch's gown accented with ivory-colored lace, a black suede bodice fastened by six crossed wands, a wide silver-studded leather wand belt made to ride low on the hips, a black satin gem pouch with a blued-steel raven clasp, a worm-riddled driftwood storage case with a rusty hinge labeled "Potions", a miniature ebony coffin with intricate bas-relief carvings labeled "Ingredients", a pair of polished black thigh boots with pointed toes and silver-cinch buckles, a polished black leather chirurgeon's bag and a black spidersilk backpack.
History
Witch! Or so they say...
Mieri's life has been one of continued hardship, having joined the Empath guild at an elderly age after years of wandering around and skulking in the shadows. Her history is dotted with ill omens and unlucky events, leaving the crone with a jaded sense of justice and virtue. Her appearance is haggard and tortured, her broken frame evidenced by the distinct manner in which she hobbles her way around town. Mieri is also a collector, choosing to adorn her crippled body with items of a mystical nature. Her various trinkets and unsightly manner of display have given some credit to the idea that she studies, or perhaps even uses, witchcraft to power her abilities.
Tidbits
Mieri served for a time as a plague doctor, which is where it is believed she first learned of her abilities with the empathic arts. She still carries a mask that she used during these times, and matching gloves, all crafted from exotic audrualm. One of her dreams is to own a flying broom and stop having to hobble around on the rough city cobblestones.