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[h3]CARYS MYRA DONLAN[/h3][sup][i]Standing by the riverside
Patiently waiting for the tide
To come along, to come along
The water going through her feet
And on her body wind so cold and sweet, so cold and sweet [/i][/sup][/center]
[Indent][b]Age:[/b] Twenty Three
[b]Date of Birth:[/b] April 15th 

[b]Appearance: [/b]

No one’s quite sure how someone as small as Carys manages to have such a large presence. Barely 158 centimeters and 52 kilograms soaking wet, her big laughs and wide grins draw people in, and her good nature keeps them around. Her blue-grey eyes are usually crinkled in mirth, a brow quirked and a quip on the tip of her tongue. Carys wears her brown hair long, usually braided or pulled into a ponytail. Her style manages to be playful and practical, with splashes of colour and trendy pieces paired with pockets and shoes fit for scrambling over rocks on impromptu misadventures.[/indent]