Eurynomile

Eurynomile
Status	Active
Race	Human
Gender	Female
Guild	Warrior Mage
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Cythra

She has an oval face, tilted violet eyes and a straight nose. Her blue-black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by an exquisite steel haircomb twined in maiden's breath blossoms. She has fair skin and a slender figure. She is slightly under average height for a Human. She is 17.

She wears an elegant auburn and black engagement ring displaying a molten-core diamond, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a brushed silver locket gypsy-set with duskbloom sapphires, a shimmering oceanmist satin veil fringed with Reshalian tourmalines that is loosely wound around the head and neck, some ivory hairsticks painted with intertwining black roses, a pair of gold filigree earrings, a blackened smoi leather ashcloak mantled with scarlet rhodochrosites, a burnished gold badge carved with "You had me at 'We'll make it look like an accident'", an oceanmist satin kimono dyed a variety of blues clasped with a golden broodling, a silver ring, some pristine white thigh-high stockings decorated with black bows, a small woven basket with two leather ankle straps, a dazzling green garter trailing long ties of spun rainbow and a pair of white suede boots with high heels and enameled buckles.

She was born on the 38th day of the 2nd month of Ka'len the Sea Drake in the year of the Amber Phoenix, 423 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

She affirmed vows before the gods in the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 440.

Nicknames.. Eury, Eerie (by only one, her love THE Cythra, and likes it that way)

About

Cherished Items.. --an elegant auburn and black engagement ring displaying a molten-core diamond, designed and given by Cythra in the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Emerald Dolphin 439. LOOK: Delicate looking strands of auburn-hued rose gold and blackened platinum entwine in a dance of graceful arabesques around one another forming a dainty wreath designed to embrace the wearer's finger. Wherever the two strands converge a tiny sparkling amethyst is inset. An opening between the strands cradles a solitary molten-core diamond mounted in a way that emphasizes the faint, red glow of lava within the stone. A single word is cleanly engraved inside the band. There appears to be something written on it. READ: "-we-"

Favorites Places.. Crossing Empath guild, Crossing Warmage guild, Anywhere stories are told

Favorite stuff.. Breads, Cheesy tidbits, Shoes (nae can put these in order)

Specializes in.. Writing in diaries, Stick Figures, Attending meetings, Accidental chaos, Invented the minirois

Aspirations.. One day traveling, Learning to cook, Casting an Ice Fortress

Favorite statements about her.. "She's speaking Eerie." "I finally figured out why your parents named you Eury! They must have always been saying 'Eury, No!' But I haven't figured out the mile part yet."

Facts she knows and wants to share.. Sometimes unintentional doesn't excuse things.. Good things can just be.. Bad things are only steps to good things..

Backstory

Eury has always lived in two worlds. She might as well have been born in another because, never feeling quite home in either, her dreams have always called her to the life of exploration despite the fact that her sense of direction lacks.. well, good direction. Growing up, she adored letters from her Moonmage sister sent to her from this tantalizing city called The Crossing.. she heard about shops, magics, treasures, and exotic breads.. however one day, long ago.. they all suddenly stopped -- as if her sister had either walked the the starry road or fallen into a deep slumber. Her family worried and asked her to leave the farm she dearly loved, to head south, and to bring back news. For good or ill, her sense of direction was soon to be tested.. and missing her mother and father, and her animal friends.. she set out to see what was to come..

Couture

Apple Harvest Moot, Tavern Troupe Performing Order, Rugglestone Close, Gazebo on the Common in Crossing, 439 Moliko:

She is wearing an amethyst engagement ring, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a gwethdesuan, a slender lady-in-waiting's hairpin tipped with a gleaming starfire topaz, a winterweave meshor fox with glacier emerald eyes, a dark green satin gown laced with gilded cording, a simple alerce ring, a twisted platinum hip-chain with dangling cambrinth beads, a forest-green suede huntress's garter with a gold pinecone buckle, a sable leather thigh quiver painted with a flirtatious gypsy, a delicate silver anklet bearing an aurora tourmaline disc and a pair of deep green velvet slippers with creamy silk straps.

Ode to Alpo

recite To honor Chrysagon, defender of the Crosssing; whist throwing back the goblin hordes; with thier evil and nasty warlords; commemorating the sacrifice of his beloved Alpo; She, a lovely steel grey horse of war; never running behind; always standing before..

sing hesitantly She galloped; into battle of fierce metal beating; against wavering shields; magics flying through dawn skies; defenders plead to the gods, making thier appeals..

sing admiringly She charged; pushing against angry hordes, answering peoples prayers; this mare of deadly grace; refusing to lose this, her final race; ignoring the steel, the clashes around; pushing to the front, all enemies she did confound..

sing decisively She stood; side by side with warrior Chrysagon, her ward to protect; throwing her lot in life with others as well; battle healer Aluwyyn, war chanter Cythra, crafty Caale, Holy Avandar, and Cleric Hemidal; we were all there, bearing witness to Alpo's bravery and skill; marveling, awe-inspired, all thankful -- still.

sing endearingly She finally flew; 443 years, 121 days since Lanival did act; in the 4th month of Shorka, the Cobra, in the year of the Golden Panther -- she passed; waving her mane defiantly; she gallantly defended the Crossing; finishing her race, winning easily; joust ended, she walked amongst stars proudly..

Portraits of Eurynomile

Thumbnails:

This seem to be a series thumbnail studies. Scattered about the paper, interspersed with various triskelia, are quick little sketches of the same pretty, human girl with various expressions including an exaggerated one where she is wailing in despair with tears flying off her face.

Sketch:

You see a drawing in black ink of a pretty human girl on a plain background. Her hair is pinned up in a carefree style and held in place with a circlet of small flowers which aren’t fully sketched in. Her slightly tilted eyes are shaded to appear as though they are fading to black at the edges. Across the eyes is a broad streak of lavender watercolor. She is smiling warmly. At the bottom right, almost lost in the drawing itself, are the letters CF.