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| − | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Tala Pallir]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#54b5eb;" size="3"> ♥</font> <font style="color:#93d2f6;" size="3"> ●</font> ''')''' '''(''' PC ''')''' - ''' | + | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Tala Pallir]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#54b5eb;" size="3"> ♥</font> <font style="color:#93d2f6;" size="3"> ●</font> ''')''' '''(''' PC ''')''' - '''Fondest Memory'''</font> |
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| − | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> | + | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">Childhood friends. Tala is one of Pyrrha's sweetest, but foggiest memories. The two used to be extremely close in adolescence, making pinky promises and flower crowns for one another until sunset. Family tragedy pulled the two apart however, and now eighteen years later Pyrrha still has yet to see her again. Letters are hard to send when you've not an address. </div> |
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| − | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Khashii Alkhos]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#c6c6c6;" size="3"> ●</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3"> ♠</font> <font style="color:#54b5eb;" size="3"> ♥</font> ''')''' '''(''' PC ''')''' - ''' | + | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Khashii Alkhos]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#c6c6c6;" size="3"> ●</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="3"> ♠</font> <font style="color:#54b5eb;" size="3"> ♥</font> ''')''' '''(''' PC ''')''' - '''Old Flame'''</font> |
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| − | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> | + | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">Complicated; the perfect word to describe the relationship between these two. Pyrrha feels...<i>many</i> things about Khashii. Once best friends, then lovers, now barely acquaintances, the woman Pyrrha once adored now strikes fear into her. After one too many run-ins with the Xaela's inner demons, Pyrrha has found herself struggling to come to terms with her feelings, and how to deal with them. She's never handled fear well; especially in regards to someone she loves. </div> |
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! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[E'rin Rae]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#54b5eb;" size="3"> ♦</font> ''')''' '''(''' PC ''')''' - '''Title Given By Character Goes Here'''</font> | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[E'rin Rae]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#54b5eb;" size="3"> ♦</font> ''')''' '''(''' PC ''')''' - '''Title Given By Character Goes Here'''</font> | ||
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| − | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> | + | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">Pyrrha's first friend at the Lucky Sparrow, and a fellow medic. She highly respects E'rin and the work she does, always finding it to be a treat to watch the woman perform. She's encouraged Pyrrha in so many ways, and helped build her confidence over time. Pyrrha could never repay her for that.</div> |
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Revision as of 00:55, 17 November 2018
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Pyrrha Devolt daughter of the sea. About
A helping hand to those that need it, and a harsh scowl to those who threaten it. Pyrrha is a follower of faith and a teacher of patience, known for her healing touch and gentle motives. Never the type to start a fight, she'd sooner end one by fair discussion, always aiming to be the voice of reason. She strives to be a good example, a trait that followed her from her childhood. Despite this however it can round to bite her in the form of a quick tongue. She's contradictory; empathetic, but selfish. Perhaps a bit manipulative in her own right, but never quite on purpose. Scars & Markings: --- Voice: --- Clothing: --- A helping hand to those that need it, and a harsh scowl to those who threaten it. Pyrrha is a follower of faith and a teacher of patience, known for her healing touch and gentle motives. Never the type to start a fight, she'd sooner end one by fair discussion, always aiming to be the voice of reason. She strives to be a good example, a trait that followed her from her childhood. Despite this however it can round to bite her in the form of a quick tongue. She's contradictory; empathetic, but selfish. Perhaps a bit manipulative in her own right, but never quite on purpose.
'Y'er my light house, m' darling. I will always find my way back t' you.' Pyrrha had always smiled with her eyes. Her big doe eyes, as her father would call them. He'd always said they were so full of promise and light, and that they held the world. Five years old was a bit too young to hold the world she thought, but it was something to believe in. It sounded brave and important, and she wanted to be the embodiment of those words. So she smiled with her eyes. Because the upwards twitch of her lip was far too risky in front of the eyes of other children. It was so much easier to seem disinterested, to keep quiet and do as your told. They'd play and she'd watch, wondering why she was so different with her horns and scales. Her father called them lucky charms; beauty marks that made her stand out in a crowd, so he could always see her. But at seven, she was starting to lose grip of those promises. The Admiral's odd-one-out daughter, always staring at the sea and never speaking a word. She become the embodiment of those words. And when you don't quite fit in anywhere else, you find a purpose. Pyrrha's was given to her the day of her ninth birthday in the form of a wooden cane. Not too fancy but certainly not cheap, the hearty hyur man with the stubble on his chin clasped a hand on her shoulder and proclaimed, 'something to believe in'. What started out as an occasional study with a flick of magic become daily routine. Books upon books, spells upon spells. The comforting warmth of healing magic was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Moth to an open flame, she took to it so well that her father not only encouraged it, but enforced it. Her wooden staff collected dust on a bedroom shelf after being replaced by a staff, and she never looked back. Medic was a fancy title. One that made her cheeks flush red and her heart slam into her rib cage. ---
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