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Aionna

Aiona
| Name | Aionna |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Assisting the captain of her crew |
| Age | Mid thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Outskirts of Bree |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance |
Eyes: Icy blue
Full description:
Taking a proper look... one can see a female in mid-thirties, looking sufficient for her age. The woman from Rohan, gifted with enormous icy blue orbs for the eyes—surrounded by a mild pattern of makeup, dimly smeared across the lids. Her lips slender, but not too tiny... often keeping it slightly split to peek out from the top of her teeth. There is an old cut, slightly curved below the left eye, looking as if ready to fade.
The structure of her body doesn't fit to that of a fair maiden with a keenness for gentleness, having her physique embellished—or perhaps ruined—by viable muscles and rough skin.
Her voice is kind of husky, with a mixture of Rohirrim and Sea friendly accent... although the latter outweighs the former. The way of walking she displays is quite swaggering, swaying her arms across the air—and the hips around with a sense of pride and confidence in her gait.
When it comes to equipment, she isn't always fond of presenting more than a practical dagger across her waist... sheathed too close to her crotch, near a pair of pouches on the strap of her belt.
((...Sketch by Ergaric...)) |
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Background
| Loves | The sea... its view, scent, weather. A little bit of violence, danger, action... |
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| Hates | Arrogance, braggers, people that are unable to shut up, her affinity for violence... |
| Motivation | Just moving with the flow—like a wind blows through her hair |
| Quotes | I will gut ya, fookin' cock sucka' ! |

