Vhene
| Vhene | |||||||
| Female Tiefling | |||||||
| Player: vortigon7 | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Vhene | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | N/A | |||||||||
| Age: | 25 | |||||||||
| Deity: | - | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Rogue | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | - | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Outlands | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 5'5" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 120 lbs | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Black | |||||||||
| Hair: | Black | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Fair | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Athletic | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Angular face, slight bumps on forehead, slightly pointed ears, scent of ash | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Traps, cross-trading, honey-peeling | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| Clothes, crossbow, and a two-bladed sword | ||||||||||
Description
Undulating hair, black, almond eyes, fair complexion, a pretty face. That is about all one could say about this chit, standing at about five feet five somewhere in her twenties, at first glance.
A graceful gait, a weightless smile at the second glance turns into something uneasy, her gestures and movements natural, yet conscious, her gaze awkward, yet shrewd, her posture hiding, yet inviting.
Come closer and sniff the scent of ash giving her away. Now all her features seem ever so slightly off: ears elvishly stretching, a pair of negligible bumps on her forehead, the bones in her face very faintly but uncomfortably elongated, and yet with those black eyes the composition somehow still alluring.
She is usually seen wearing a light, protective outfit, whose pauldrons are unalike and yet similar, just as her inconsistent style somehow still comes together. She has a plated left arm, while her right is adorned with jewels. Her neck is protected by thick leather that extends down her chest, surrounded by stylish purple clothing, and where it ends, a pair of buckled belts protect her belly. A piece of embellished cloth is hanging draped around her waist, while her legs are protected by plates strapped onto her leather-covered thighs. Her boots are simple and practical, strapped over her feet.
The Chant
Chant is that this chit has just arrived in Sigil and she's in need of work. Her area of expertise? Traps, usually, but now that she's recently been stranded in the Cage with naught but what she has on her, it's more of cross-trading, honey-peeling, feeding the crows, giving people the laugh. "Honest" work. She's no ninny-chanter, nor some sodding apple-chaser, but if anyone needs a jinkbasher, she's said to be for hire.