Clarrke

Clarrke
Status	Active
Race	Human
Gender	Female
Guild	Empath
Instance	Prime

Description

You see Clan Daughter Clarrke, Veri Tervia of Elanthia, a Human.

She have an oval face, sparkling blue-grey eyes and a small nose. Her blonde hair is very long and straight, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. She have tanned skin and an athletic figure.

She is average height for a Human.

She appears to be an adult.

She has an oily, dark tar-like mask smeared around your eyes. Black soot is feathered over your browline to give it a matte finish, and streaks of the powder fall down your cheekbones.

She is wearing a fitted metallic-black knitted faux chainmail shirt with ironwork pauldrons, a pair of decorative metallic-black bracers with iron studs, a pair of midnight black gloves featuring a fingerless style, a midnight-black skirt cut mid-thigh with a wide side split, a pair of midnight-black thigh belts with obsidian buckles, a pair of black skinny pants ribbed at the knees, a pair of knee-high midnight-black leather combat boots with obsidian buckles.

Character

Clarrke isn’t a leader; she’s a survivor. She’s rough around the edges, quick to swear, slow to smile. There’s dirt under her nails, blood on her sleeves, and a strange gentleness in the way she wipes it away.

She doesn’t flinch at gore. She doesn’t pray to the Immortals — though she sometimes curses them by name. Her empathy feels feral, instinctive — like a wolf sensing pain in its pack. She’s learned to mend wounds by firelight, with whatever herbs or iron she can find.

Her presence is unsettling to some, magnetic to others. She looks like she’s half from the wilds, half from some forgotten legend — a healer who carries the scars of every life she’s touched.