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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''W E A K N E S S E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''W E A K N E S S E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''All Sparkle, No Bite'''. Tsyring finds herself all-too-reliant on her head, often neglecting any sort of physical defense because of it. This smug reliance has put her in more than one sticky situation, and it sure as the seven hells might once again.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''All Sparkle, No Bite'''. Tsyring finds herself all-too-reliant on her head, often neglecting any sort of physical defense because of it. This smug reliance has put her in more than one sticky situation, and it sure as the seven hells might once again.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''I Walk with Empty Steps'''. A combination of Autophobia with a latent fear of being forgotten drives the soft-spoken bookwyrm forwards, often finding herself caught between the two until the threads of her thinking become frayed. There's a reason, after all, that she enjoys escaping through the fantasies offered by so many pages.</font></div> | ||
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Quiet as a mouse, this vertically-challenged dragon-woman often scurries about from place to place, seeking anything from ancient stories to bleeding-edge arcana that she can get her dusky fingers on. When not hiding in a library somewhere, she can be found sneaking about in places no Au Ra of her size should safely be doing so - old ruins, ancient libraries, areas humming with the darkness of the void, and the local tavern.
Long, tarnished silver locks drape haphazardly over ashen shoulders, often masking a pair of bright, curious lavender eyes that seldom find their gaze torn from the pages of a book, preferring to hide behind the dark, circular rims of her spectacles. A pair of pointed ears barely peek beyond the wavy cascade of hair, strewn with black metal piercings that dangle with ethereal chains and trinkets. Constellations of white freckles dot her cheeks, and the corners of her perpetually painted lips seem to always curl into the slightest little smirk. Usually garbed modestly, she dresses like she should be planted among stacks upon stack of books - and if she has her way, that's just where she'll be. Long, obsidian nails tip her fingers, and a myriad of eldritch tattoos wrap around her arms and shoulders, hidden just beneath the silken garb draped around her lithe form.
There is a strange air of experience about this small Xaelan woman, out of place among her younger appearance.
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Tsyring carries herself with a reserved, though often busy, air, appearing flustered more often than not despite whatever truth there may be behind her thoughts. She's decidedly introverted, but has no trouble striking up a riveting conversation about the intricacies of the void and the nitty gritty details of the complex arcano-arithmetic equations involved in calling upon a simple carbuncle - though it's normally the results of such that leaves her hesitant to break the ice.
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