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Elaeria Mithran

[b]Age[/b]
17

[b]Gender[/b]
Female

[b]Race[/b]
Human

[b]Appearance[/b]
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[b]Class[/b]
Esper

[b]Job[/b]
Herbalist/healer: Elaeria knows where to collect useful herbs from and how to mix and apply them appropriately. She has already learned a great deal about the flora on Nexus to adapt her remedies to include local plant life.

[b]Personality[/b]
Peaceful but with a dangerous temper, Elaeria avoids conflict and pulls her punches in most any fight.  However, when it comes to her patients she will quite gladly slaughter any threat to their well being, such is the devotion with which she treats her craft.  And her patients will be anyone and anybody who is wounded; as far as she sees it anybody stepping into her clinic is under her care. And protection.

The rest of the time she enjoys a good drink(s), possibly a good few too many, and will spend most of her spare time drinking even the hardiest Granok under the table.

[b]Tale[/b]
"You want to know my tale?  How about you pull up a pew and see who can hold their stout? I'll share it with you, if you're still standing after a few rounds!"

Whenever asked, this is the response Elaeria gives.  So far she's never had to tell her tale. What [i]is[/i] known is that she's a darn good fighter and she arrived covered in blood with no wounds carrying an empty medical kit.  Since then she opened up shop as the local medic/drunk and keeps tight-lipped about what drove her here.

[b]Other[/b]
Try not to talk about her - she makes less noise than a Chua babe!
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