Evelina Salvatore
| Evelina Blackwood - Salvatore | |
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Midlander |
| Citizenship | Ishgarde |
| Age | 28 |
| Deity | Halone |
| Occupation | Bartender - Smuggler - Outlaw - Medic |
| Nameday | 15th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon |
Introduction
WIP
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[edit] Height: 5 fulms 10 ilms Weight: 135 ponz Complexion: Pale Hair: Raven black Eyes: Amber WIP ArmamentsLongknives: An exquisite pair of identical blades graced her hips, formed of an impeccable ebon steel, etched and carved with intricate silver detailing upon the flat. The handles were woven and lined with fine black leather intertwined with silver filigree and the pommels shaped into unfurled raven wings. Pistol: Born of fine steel and ebony, the long barrel pistol was a work of art. Intricate etchings lined every inch of the barrel and frame, and the hammer was shaped into a tiny skull. Each ebony panel was smooth and integrated with fine silver filigree. Throwing Knives: Each knife was tiny enough to fit in the palm of her hand, the length barely challenging that of her longest finger. A flash of silver and rosewood, the points were needle thin and sharp enough to prick the skin at the slightest touch. Boot Knife: Tucked safely between the sole and leather covers over her boot was nestled a thin and pointed blade, though it was clear from the worn nature of the boots that they had seen better days. A few kicks might be necessary before the blade is of any real use. Personal EffectsAn Old Compass: Fashioned of silver, the old compass appeared well worn, with scuffs and dents marring its surface and allowing once pristine carvings and details to fade. Every once in a while the needle will stop pointing in the right direction, but a well placed smack on a table or other hard surface will generally correct any issues. Gem-encrusted Flask: The flask does not appear to be all that different from the old compass, worn and aged with noticeable scrapes and nicks through the steel plating. What was once an exquisite design upon the surface, boasting garnets and rubies transfixed amidst coiling filigree was now scuffed, the details eroded and worn, and only a few gems seemed to remain in place. The cap attachment appears to have long since broken, the sharp edges causing the young woman to wince whenever she plays with it too much. Strangely enough, though the flask accompanies her everywhere she goes, she does not appear to drink from it, nor does it sound as if it is filled with anything at all. Deck of Cards: Tucked safely within an old ammunition's satchel, the deck of cards seems to have spent many a night within the taverns of Eorzea. Aged and weather-worn the cards have taken on a yellowish hue, creased and faded with time. Though folds and obvious indicators have since rendered the deck useless for sport, she appears to handle them with particular care, taking them out and shuffling them only when boredom seems to have taken its toll. WIP
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Annotations:This template created by Rihxo Matoi with the help of Nanagi Nagi and has pieces from the templates of Unnamed Mercenary, Roen Deneith, Cyrus Wolfe, and Coatleque Crofte.
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