| Appearance: |
Silvering blonde hair, worn near floor length. With almond shaped, deep gray eyes, and well defined, strong features. |
| Weapons: |
Hiryu (The Flying Dragon), a living sword that obeys my command |
| Armor: |
This changes as the battles do, depending on what's needed, and what was previously destroyed. |
| Powers: |
I can shape music into a tangable force, and will it to do as I please, either in the form of ribbons, wings, or other varied assorted weapons. |
| History: |
After 7126 years, this would get a touch lengthy. But the short of it is, that I was forced from my village at a young age, and that's how I became a wandering bard. From there my other talents, and curses, likewise, were aquired along the way. |
| Battle Injuries: |
Do my fangs count? None really, no bad scars, though I have a bunch of little ones from various things. |
| Pets: |
A few live at a castle I use to live in, I keep care of them, but I'm not sure they're really pets |
| Guilds: |
SF and LSM |
| Favorite Hangouts: |
SF and LSM |
| Allies: |
My husband Trent, my brother Stevis, and my sister Night, the guilds LSM and SF, and a few other contacts and friends who always lend a hand. |
| Rivals: |
None really. |
| Best Battle: |
A long time ago, on my first week in Rhydin, I got caught up in a fight for a pretty French woman, named Lucia... the details are far to long to note here, but if anyone wants to hear the full story... |
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