First Name: Noela
Last Name: Opia
Surprise and shock turns the wide smile into fear and tears. A huge red palm imprint slowly appears on young Noela's tiny face, her right wrist firmly gripped by the angry hand of the now-shining adult.
"DON'T YOU EVER USE YOUR BLOODY WITCHCRAFT AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME?!
DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
Echoes of the past.
Appearance:
Race: Aasimar.
Age: 23.
Height 5'1".
Weight: 119lb.
Eyes: Sparkly brilliant and orange.
Hair:
Personality Profile:
General Health: Probably doesn't eat enough. good enough hygiene, does not bother with it when not needed or busy with whatever. Bites her nails. Too long nails would impede her Art.
Deity: Finder Wyvernspur
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Profession: Mercanery/Artsy stuff/Bullying people for gold/Getting gold by any means if necessary.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Secret!
Habits/Hobbies: Bullyin people, Singing, writing, exploring, giving weird names to acquaintances, practicing her Art, meeting people.
Languages: Celestial, Common fluently. As well as Sylvan, Halfling, elven and aquan with Heavy accent and varying degrees of success.
Weapon of Choice: Preferably nothing for the sake of free movement, although enchanted items tend to be useful. She used a staff once. And then she charged things with a longsword in both hands. She is currently using a dagger.
Background: Far gone solar heritage, very chaotic upbringing. She has no social finesse whatsoever, often saying whatever she wishes, whenever she wishes, however she wishes. Sadly see seems to be smart enough to shut her mouth if speaking would cause mortal danger.
Goals: Finding new ways of expression. Exploration, especially of arcane subjects as she finds the Art to be one of the best ways of expression. Probably learning to control her emotions during the process as a side effect.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: She actively and spitefully opposes the stigma of Good-Doing-Sanctimonious-Blooded-Beautiful-Lady. She does not hate her heritage, she simply wont let it control her.
"Oh?! I have sparkly eyes you say!? You think that means I am obligated to haul your broken meat to the temple for free, now, hm?!"
Is something she might say to someone who expects her to help. Although she could be nice if people don't light her short fuse.