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Name: Saphira Velhaine
Race: Elf
Age: 132 years (Appears in her mid-20s by human standards)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'7" (170 cm)
Build: Lithe and agile, with a mix of grace and weariness. Her curves are accentuated by her battered appearance, a juxtaposition of beauty and brokenness.
Skin: Pale, with a faint bluish tint, marked by scars that tell stories of battles lost and endured.
Hair: Deep midnight green, cascading just past her shoulders in a tangled mess, strands often falling into her face.
Eyes: Piercing aquamarine, with a haunting depth that reveals the conflict within her—an unyielding desire for freedom, clashing with the resignation of her circumstances.
Clothing: Once a proud warrior’s garb, now torn and ragged, exposing more than it protects. Her outfit is a mix of torn green fabric and worn leather straps, barely holding together. The remnants of what were once protective garments now serve as a reminder of her fall from grace.
Accessories: A worn leather collar with a rusted, broken chain still attached. Her wrists and ankles bear the marks of shackles, the metal still biting into her flesh.
Personality:
Conflicted: Saphira is constantly torn between the desire to submit to her fate to survive and the fierce longing for freedom and respect.
Name: Saphira Velhaine Race: Elf Age: 132 years (Appears in her mid-20s by human standards) Gender: Female Appearance: Height: 5'7" (170 cm) Build: Lithe and agile, with a mix of grace and weariness. Her curves are accentuated by her battered appearance, a juxtaposition of beauty and brokenness. Skin: Pale, with a faint bluish tint, marked by scars that tell stories of battles lost and endured. Hair: Deep midnight green, cascading just past her shoulders in a tangled mess, strands often falling into her face. Eyes: Piercing aquamarine, with a haunting depth that reveals the conflict within her—an unyielding desire for freedom, clashing with the resignation of her circumstances. Clothing: Once a proud warrior’s garb, now torn and ragged, exposing more than it protects. Her outfit is a mix of torn green fabric and worn leather straps, barely holding together. The remnants of what were once protective garments now serve as a reminder of her fall from grace. Accessories: A worn leather collar with a rusted, broken chain still attached. Her wrists and ankles bear the marks of shackles, the metal still biting into her flesh. Personality: Conflicted: Saphira is constantly torn between the desire to submit to her fate to survive and the fierce longing for freedom and respect.
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