The petite figure that made its way down the streets of Dalaran made a confusing sight. For all intents and purposes, they should have been imposing. Threatening. Intimidating. They were clad in severe-appearing, red-toned armor, black runes cut deep into certain pieces. A frightful-looking blade was slung across their back, a dagger at their side. And yet it was not for this reason that the few locals out and about were keeping a wide breadth of the figure. No, it was the fact that the armored being was skipping that gave them pause. Metal boots clanking against the stone of the street, the figure made their way towards the center of the enchanted city. Pausing at the entrance to the Legerdemain, a gauntleted hand reached out, grasping the door frame and supporting themselves as they swung into the nearly deserved building. “Iiiisssss anyone here today?” The figure’s voice was clearly female, tones all saccharine and high-pitched.
Once seated, she reached up, gripping the helm at the base and pulling it off. It was set aside on the floor, leaning up against the chair which groaned under the weight of her armor. Face revealed now, it was obvious that death had not been particularly kind to this woman. Her skin was pale, a faint gray-green cast to it. Her features could have been considered youthful, if not for the lines of age that were found at the corners of her lips and around her eyes. Dark shadows were also under her eyes, giving her a look of severe sleep deprivation. Her cheeks had signs of rot, bits of skin missing entirely. Her ears were in a similar state, one of which looked as though it had been shredded by some weapon as well. Despite the shortcomings, she had a pleasant expression on her face, thin lips curled up into a wide, nonthreatening smile. "I always do enjoy meeting new people, you see! It can lead to so many interesting things!" She nodded, limp blonde curls falling into her face. "I do hope you will not mind humoring me for a short while!"
Once seated, she reached up, gripping the helm at the base and pulling it off. It was set aside on the floor, leaning up against the chair which groaned under the weight of her armor. Face revealed now, it was obvious that death had not been particularly kind to this woman. Her skin was pale, a faint gray-green cast to it. Her features could have been considered youthful, if not for the lines of age that were found at the corners of her lips and around her eyes. Dark shadows were also under her eyes, giving her a look of severe sleep deprivation.
Her cheeks had signs of rot, bits of skin missing entirely. Her ears were in a similar state, one of which looked as though it had been shredded by some weapon as well. Despite the shortcomings, she had a pleasant expression on her face, thin lips curled up into a wide, nonthreatening smile. "I always do enjoy meeting new people, you see! It can lead to so many interesting things!" She nodded, limp blonde curls falling into her face. "I do hope you will not mind humoring me for a short while!"
Personality: She's giggly and giddy, to an annoying point. She often puts on warm, motherly airs.
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