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AS LONG AS THERE IS DEATH, THERE IS HOPE.
[Gélida Expiración.]
——————( No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.. / WROUGHT IN BONE.)——————
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Table of contents
01 : b i o l o g y
02 : v i t a l s
03 : t r a g e d y
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..YOU WILL DROWN, THE WORLD TELLS ME, HAS ALWAYS TOLD ME.. ///////////////////////////////////////
//////////////////////// .. YOU WILL DESCEND INTO A BLUE UNDERWORLD, BLUE WITH FAMISHED GHOSTS.. 。。˚ ⋆..
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TOLL OF THE SEA
❍⌇─➭ Tears of the dead - who shall not come again
⁂ | full name.. EESHIA OF SALT AND SEAAS LONG AS THERE IS DEATH, THERE IS HOPE.
EESHIA OF FABLE. THE REMNANTS OF WHAT WHENCE CAME.
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Table of contents
01 : b i o l o g y
02 : v i t a l s
03 : t r a g e d y
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..YOU WILL DROWN, THE WORLD TELLS ME, HAS ALWAYS TOLD ME.. ///////////////////////////////////////
//////////////////////// .. YOU WILL DESCEND INTO A BLUE UNDERWORLD, BLUE WITH FAMISHED GHOSTS.. 。。˚ ⋆..
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TOLL OF THE SEA
❍⌇─➭ Tears of the dead - who shall not come again
.. 01 b i o l o g y ┊˖*°࿐
⁂ | name of the people .. 'Violet'
⁂ | race.. ET'VIXE ELF
✧. ┊dominant genes.. Heavily portraying the image of her mother from her complexion, to the frayed edges of her coiled locks.
✧. ┊ HEIGHT:
5’8”, 172cm
✧. ┊ SKIN:
Pale, milky white, certainly ghastly in nature, blemishes lace her skin save for the
bites and cuts along her fingers. A habit. A bad one. constantly fidgeted and picked at. Fresh ichor.
5’8”, 172cm
✧. ┊ SKIN:
Pale, milky white, certainly ghastly in nature, blemishes lace her skin save for the
bites and cuts along her fingers. A habit. A bad one. constantly fidgeted and picked at. Fresh ichor.
✧. ┊ Hair Color:
A thin, yet abundant display of borderline white hair; a thinning blonde. For it is a ghostly sight.
⁂ | Hair Texture:
Somewhat stringy, unhealthy, yet groomed and kept back into a braided mirage.
✧. ┊ EYES: An ill omen, a terrible green - putrid on the eyes.
⁂ | BODY: A thin composition of a sickly figure; composed in the image of a dreaded glass.
✧. ┊ODDITIES:
What caused such is unknown, but her forehead contains
an oddly shaped display of a scar, jagged, imperfect.
⁂ | GARBS:
Flowing, draped garb of cheap nature. It is all her withered hands could obtain; if not
to conceal the sickly bones beneath thin flesh.
What caused such is unknown, but her forehead contains
an oddly shaped display of a scar, jagged, imperfect.
⁂ | GARBS:
Flowing, draped garb of cheap nature. It is all her withered hands could obtain; if not
to conceal the sickly bones beneath thin flesh.
Eeshia's Art Gallery
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.. 02 v i t a l s ┊˖*°࿐
-3 Strength, .. -3 Constitution, .. +6 Agility, .. +6 Intelligence, ..
✧. ┊OF BLOOD AND AILMENT: /////////////⁂ | QUICKNESS OF FOOT:
(12 hp ..) /////// // /////(15 ms ..)
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Tactician - Bonus Action
With great expertise, you may consume
all MS for your turn to utilise two bonus actions.
5 round cooldown.
(Any weapons)Requires 5 INT.
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Cooperation - Bonus Action
Cooperate with an ally within a 2 block radius, providing them with Reinforced I for 1 turn.
3 round cooldown.(Any weapons)Requires 1 INT.
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Aid - Bonus Action
When assisting an ally up from a downed state, they return
with double the amount of restored
HP they otherwise would have.5 round cooldown.
(Any weapons)Requires 1 INT.
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Encourage - Bonus Action
Encourage an ally within a 2 block radius,
providing them with Bolstered I for 1 turn.
3 round cooldown.(Any weapons)Requires 3 INT.
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[ Her Conditions ]
.. Maimed scars of the sickly flesh ..
And bearing the fickle plague of the lost blood.
03: .. A TRAGEDY SPUN IN FLESH ..
SONNET 45: the other two, slight air, and purging fire.
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The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress’d with melancholy;
Until life’s composition be recured
By those swift messengers return’d from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again, and straight grow sad.
woman and child
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