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One could be forgiven for not knowing a single thing about Adyaa. As a matter of fact, she'd be most surprised in the rare event someone actually had heard of her before she had they. No grand accomplishments or renowned feats to speak of, the Xaela was by and large just another one of the common rabble. She frankly preferred it that way, usually quite happy to bleed into the background outside of the rare occurrences where it suited her; those occurrences namely but not entirely consistent of the scant but not exactly rare times in which she may or may not end up completely shit-faced. | One could be forgiven for not knowing a single thing about Adyaa. As a matter of fact, she'd be most surprised in the rare event someone actually had heard of her before she had they. No grand accomplishments or renowned feats to speak of, the Xaela was by and large just another one of the common rabble. She frankly preferred it that way, usually quite happy to bleed into the background outside of the rare occurrences where it suited her; those occurrences namely but not entirely consistent of the scant but not exactly rare times in which she may or may not end up completely shit-faced. | ||
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===Appearance=== | ===Appearance=== | ||
Not too much of note stood out about Adyaa, outside of her generally rugged looks. She was a tad on the tall side, but in spite of her lank nature, her lightly toned muscles prevented her from appearing overly frail. By no means a powerhouse in any sense of the word, when clad in her normal apparel the full extent of her physique was hardly even discernible. Cloth or leather, either option remained equally stingy with what it showed. The best look over her palid complexion one would get was her own visage past her dark bangs, but even that was obscured partially by the liberal and obtrusive paint that was rarely absent. | Not too much of note stood out about Adyaa, outside of her generally rugged looks. She was a tad on the tall side, but in spite of her lank nature, her lightly toned muscles prevented her from appearing overly frail. By no means a powerhouse in any sense of the word, when clad in her normal apparel the full extent of her physique was hardly even discernible. Cloth or leather, either option remained equally stingy with what it showed. The best look over her palid complexion one would get was her own visage past her dark bangs, but even that was obscured partially by the liberal and obtrusive paint that was rarely absent. | ||
Revision as of 21:55, 26 July 2017
| Adya Himaa | |
 The Brazen Bouncer | |
| Race | Au Ra |
| Clan | Xaela |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Age | 24 |
| Orientation | Bisexual |
| Alignment | True Neutral |
Character
General
One could be forgiven for not knowing a single thing about Adyaa. As a matter of fact, she'd be most surprised in the rare event someone actually had heard of her before she had they. No grand accomplishments or renowned feats to speak of, the Xaela was by and large just another one of the common rabble. She frankly preferred it that way, usually quite happy to bleed into the background outside of the rare occurrences where it suited her; those occurrences namely but not entirely consistent of the scant but not exactly rare times in which she may or may not end up completely shit-faced.
Appearance
Not too much of note stood out about Adyaa, outside of her generally rugged looks. She was a tad on the tall side, but in spite of her lank nature, her lightly toned muscles prevented her from appearing overly frail. By no means a powerhouse in any sense of the word, when clad in her normal apparel the full extent of her physique was hardly even discernible. Cloth or leather, either option remained equally stingy with what it showed. The best look over her palid complexion one would get was her own visage past her dark bangs, but even that was obscured partially by the liberal and obtrusive paint that was rarely absent.
Personality
A bit blunt at times and terse at others, even though she may frequently look to be a being driven by base instincts, there does exist a part of her with depths that go beyond such. Her crude demeanor is one brought about by choice more so than any lack of being capable of otherwise; given the need or desire, a bit of refinement isn't beyond her abilities.
Tendencies
Likes
- Drinking, gambling and other assorted hedonism
- Small talk. Jobs get boring, yeah?
- Occasional antagonization (of others)
Dislikes
- Those incapable of understanding subtly
- Uninformed insolence
- Goody Two-Shoes
