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spacing:0.2em;"><center>APPEARANCE</center></div></span></h3> | spacing:0.2em;"><center>APPEARANCE</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| − | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;"> >> | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;"> >> Labeled "diminutive" and "slight" by strangers, in truth she is underfed, scrawny and physically weak. Malnutrition in her younger years left her a head shorter than most. Oft confused for a Seeker of the Sun at a distance due to her fair complexion and light-toned hair, it is only upon closer inspection can one see her deep teal irises and round pupils. Like many Miqo'te, it is enigma as to which breed she hails from, except to the trained eye that may recognize her mixed heritage. <<</div> |
<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Aspects That Stand Out: </div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Aspects That Stand Out: </div> | ||
| − | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ '' | + | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ ''Clothing Style: Dresses for the weather. Favors deep reds.''</div></div> |
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ ''NOTE.''</div></div> | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ ''NOTE.''</div></div> | ||
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ ''NOTE.''</div></div> | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ ''NOTE.''</div></div> | ||
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"> Shaped by stories of eld, of legends of departed heroes in a bygone world and creatures fantastic, Teora dreamt of following the footsteps of an adventurer and creating her own tale. Yet, tales of the wondrous and the intriguing are not appointed to all to who ask, no matter the desire. Ever slighted by the lack of her physical mastery and lack of focus, Teora bears the burden of her perceived failures; and though others would label her an accomplished healer, she has mind to disagree. Regardless, she is cheerfully optimistic of her lot, and life in general, and has resigned herself to aiding adventurers and heroes in ways beyond combat, using inventions and creations of her own make. Over time, she has fallen in depth to the thoughts of her machinations, and new acquaintances oft remark on her proclivity to gravitate towards the technical in conversation. | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"> Shaped by stories of eld, of legends of departed heroes in a bygone world and creatures fantastic, Teora dreamt of following the footsteps of an adventurer and creating her own tale. Yet, tales of the wondrous and the intriguing are not appointed to all to who ask, no matter the desire. Ever slighted by the lack of her physical mastery and lack of focus, Teora bears the burden of her perceived failures; and though others would label her an accomplished healer, she has mind to disagree. Regardless, she is cheerfully optimistic of her lot, and life in general, and has resigned herself to aiding adventurers and heroes in ways beyond combat, using inventions and creations of her own make. Over time, she has fallen in depth to the thoughts of her machinations, and new acquaintances oft remark on her proclivity to gravitate towards the technical in conversation. | ||
| − | Engaged regularly with her own thoughts and oblivious to the outside world, loud noises easily startle her and lead to swift frustration. Described at times as 'rude' and 'unthoughtful' by outsiders, she can, at times, be an acquired taste -- though allies may find her worth the trouble. Not always apparent, she is abhorrent of being lonesome, yet she can frequently be found only in her own company. </div> | + | Engaged regularly with her own thoughts and oblivious to the outside world, loud noises easily startle her and lead to swift frustration. Described at times as 'rude' and 'unthoughtful' by outsiders, she can, at times, be an acquired taste -- though allies may find her worth the trouble. Not always apparent, she is abhorrent of being lonesome, yet she can frequently be found only in her own company. In a twist of fate, she yearns to have recognition yet despises being the center of attention. </div> |
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>> Labeled "diminutive" and "slight" by strangers, in truth she is underfed, scrawny and physically weak. Malnutrition in her younger years left her a head shorter than most. Oft confused for a Seeker of the Sun at a distance due to her fair complexion and light-toned hair, it is only upon closer inspection can one see her deep teal irises and round pupils. Like many Miqo'te, it is enigma as to which breed she hails from, except to the trained eye that may recognize her mixed heritage. <<
Aspects That Stand Out:
Shaped by stories of eld, of legends of departed heroes in a bygone world and creatures fantastic, Teora dreamt of following the footsteps of an adventurer and creating her own tale. Yet, tales of the wondrous and the intriguing are not appointed to all to who ask, no matter the desire. Ever slighted by the lack of her physical mastery and lack of focus, Teora bears the burden of her perceived failures; and though others would label her an accomplished healer, she has mind to disagree. Regardless, she is cheerfully optimistic of her lot, and life in general, and has resigned herself to aiding adventurers and heroes in ways beyond combat, using inventions and creations of her own make. Over time, she has fallen in depth to the thoughts of her machinations, and new acquaintances oft remark on her proclivity to gravitate towards the technical in conversation.
Engaged regularly with her own thoughts and oblivious to the outside world, loud noises easily startle her and lead to swift frustration. Described at times as 'rude' and 'unthoughtful' by outsiders, she can, at times, be an acquired taste -- though allies may find her worth the trouble. Not always apparent, she is abhorrent of being lonesome, yet she can frequently be found only in her own company. In a twist of fate, she yearns to have recognition yet despises being the center of attention.
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