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Anonymous
Skarletta
| Name | Anonymous |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Maker of trinkets and talismans, friend to the white ones |
| Age | Early 20's |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Combe, where the frogs sing at the pond |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | A pretty (though oblivious to it) seer who has seen too much, thus quite mad. Early twenties, and whatever information you might obtain from her will probably be stuff and nonsense...then again.. 5'5", slender and with coppery natural highlights in her hair, her skin with the odd tiny scar here and there. Eyes that seem to stare into the distance at times when speaking of..other things.. She wears a necklace of a black leather cord and suspended from it a milky white opal encased in silver wire. Her clothes are simple and few, more like rags for the times she has had to repair them. |
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Background
| Friends | None |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Closest, though not by blood is Hornwort |
| Rivals/Enemies | None persay, perhaps vandalan once |
| Loves | The white ones, her growing romance with Lucren |
|---|---|
| Hates | Nothing |
| Motivation | To guide the White ones to rest. |
| Quotes |
Anonymous's Adventures
| Old and new wounds | 3 years 3 months ago |
| End of a Chapter | 3 years 4 months ago |
| The Blades of the Southron | 3 years 5 months ago |
| Failures and consequences. | 3 years 6 months ago |
| The Day Isulril Died | 3 years 10 months ago |
