Evayl
Dec 28, 2009 23:26:36 GMT -6
Post by Evayl on Dec 28, 2009 23:26:36 GMT -6
Name: Evangeline Krause. But that's far too fancy for a traveling songstress, so 'Evayl' is what she is called.
Class: Troubadour -> Valkyrie
Hair Color: Corn silk yellow.
Eye Color: Grayish blue.
Age: 19.
Appearance: One day, there will be many tales of this horse-mounted beauty, describing her in luscious detail.
Evayl's written a lot of them already, so there's not far to go.
She has an angular face that would look very severe were it not for her plump cheeks and dimples. Her eyes are sharp and quick, though not particularly noteworthy in shape nor color. Her hair is tended to often, allowing her to keep it long without too much hassle. To combat callouses from constant string-plucking and reign-handling, Evayl invests in copious amounts of lotions and soaps, and thus usually has a scrubbed, clean look about her. In fact, from afar one would reckon her to be a dainty noble girl, but up close her common background and relatively difficult life are much more noticeable.
Clothes: Evayl loves pink. She wears a pink jacket and coat, with a silky white dress underneath. Her tights are black, and her boots are more practical than the rest of her outfit, as they are sturdy and made of leather.
Born in: Pherae
Story:
Once a pretty young gel was born in Pherae
Her name was angelic and her voice much the same
To maturity and beyond she grew day by day
Till the day to choose a profession upon her it came
Sweet'n'gentle by nature was this girl Evayl
So she chose to sing and heal for those in need
Two ladylike things, she never could fail
After all, she followed excellence by creed
So she traveled from Pherae with tales to tell
And before long her heart felt the truest ring
A man she'd never met was for whom she fell
Her love was naught but the ficklest little thing
She sang of his greatness unlike most other tellers
And because of this among her songs slipped in and out
Condemnation of the Prophet and his sword-sellers
So little wonder why she had often to move around and about
Money was scarce for a singer with such taste
She needed a job and a steady source of income
So when she heard of a fight in Ostia she rode with haste
Charge 10 gold a heal and a goldmine the battle would become!
Class: Troubadour -> Valkyrie
Hair Color: Corn silk yellow.
Eye Color: Grayish blue.
Age: 19.
Appearance: One day, there will be many tales of this horse-mounted beauty, describing her in luscious detail.
Evayl's written a lot of them already, so there's not far to go.
She has an angular face that would look very severe were it not for her plump cheeks and dimples. Her eyes are sharp and quick, though not particularly noteworthy in shape nor color. Her hair is tended to often, allowing her to keep it long without too much hassle. To combat callouses from constant string-plucking and reign-handling, Evayl invests in copious amounts of lotions and soaps, and thus usually has a scrubbed, clean look about her. In fact, from afar one would reckon her to be a dainty noble girl, but up close her common background and relatively difficult life are much more noticeable.
Clothes: Evayl loves pink. She wears a pink jacket and coat, with a silky white dress underneath. Her tights are black, and her boots are more practical than the rest of her outfit, as they are sturdy and made of leather.
Born in: Pherae
Story:
Once a pretty young gel was born in Pherae
Her name was angelic and her voice much the same
To maturity and beyond she grew day by day
Till the day to choose a profession upon her it came
Sweet'n'gentle by nature was this girl Evayl
So she chose to sing and heal for those in need
Two ladylike things, she never could fail
After all, she followed excellence by creed
So she traveled from Pherae with tales to tell
And before long her heart felt the truest ring
A man she'd never met was for whom she fell
Her love was naught but the ficklest little thing
She sang of his greatness unlike most other tellers
And because of this among her songs slipped in and out
Condemnation of the Prophet and his sword-sellers
So little wonder why she had often to move around and about
Money was scarce for a singer with such taste
She needed a job and a steady source of income
So when she heard of a fight in Ostia she rode with haste
Charge 10 gold a heal and a goldmine the battle would become!