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[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Full Name[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c][b]Zina Withervine "of the Fallen Grove"[/b][/color][/indent]

[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Age[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c]Two[/color][/indent]

[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Gender[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c]Female[/color][/indent]

[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Race[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c]Semper Fae[/color][/indent]

[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Appearance[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c]

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[b]Description:[/b]
Zina is quite tall of her specie, standing at 7,3ft tall and sporting a fuller frame. Her skin is a poison green hue, with burning yellow and pink veins visible on areas of her skin. Her irises are of a glowing green color and her hair is a collection of long, thick dark green leaves tied together in a long ponytail that runs down her spine. 
In terms of attire, Zina is clad in an elaborate collection of leaves and wines grown together with sections of hard oak, and her back and shoulders are adorned with a long, flayed cloak of nestle and thorns that flow behind her.

In her hands she wields a long, withered and hardened vine in the crude resemblance of a staff, its tip wrapped and coiled around an ivy crystal ball.

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[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Personality[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c]Personality: Bubbly, curious, reckless, naive... though her mood can switch drastically when she channels her magic.[/color][/indent]

[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Backstory[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c]Two years ago, as the corruption was born and spread within the womb of the Ebony Mountains far away, Zina would blossom into the world beneath the Mother Tree during a night come to be remembered as 'The Black Veil' by her people; a night said to be so dark that the stars and moons vanished from the sky, to cast the lands beneath in such a complete darkness it left the people blind until the coming of dawn.

Semper Fae are often affected by the time of their blooming; whether it happens during winter or summer, day, twilight or night; which can be reflected in their appearance, traits and personality to wildly different degrees.

So it would also be for Zina, who seemed to have been marked the night she was spawned. There was an unsettling darkness that resided within her, a subtle thing, though could nonetheless be felt by the other Fae around her. Although they remained friendly and cordial, Zina nonetheless found herself drifting apart from the rest of her kin, as they avoided her, and she in turn found herself drawn to the darker groves of her home forest, spending much of her time away from her kin and even coming dangerously close to the scorned on many occasions. 

Discomforted by the presence of Zina among them, the Fae grove leaders decided it would be best for their community to send her away. And so when the Emperor demanded tithes or soldiers, the grove-leaders instead offered up Zina, marketing her as their greatest sorceress, full of knowledge, power and ability to be given to the Emperor.
Of course the truth of these claims were debatable, but the Emperor's messengers took it as such, and so "The Great Sorceress" Zina went with them. Zina herself, being only 2 years old and full of curiosity, saw it all as nothing more than a great adventure and went along with it all.

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[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Magic Abilities[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c][color=a2d39c][b]•[/b][/color] Dark Magic, 3x Points
	[color=a2d39c][b]➤[/b][/color] Zina is inexperieced, but her very being is steeped in negative energies, and has been ever since she was spawned. Its manifestations range from the subtle to the obvious. At its calm, it is an aura of darkness, an invisible sense of foreboding that dims candles and frightens animals. At its most direct; especially when she casts her magic; the air will become thick and oppressive, sources of light will choke and the very ground will erode, plants and life withering at her mere presence.
Despite her great magical strength, Zina's actual control and understanding over her own powers is still limited, wherein it is still more of an act of instinct and intuition that she lacks full control over.[/color][/indent]

[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Combat Abilities[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c][color=#91CFA6][b]•[/b][/color] Health/Resilience, 3x Points
	[color=a2d39c][b]➤[/b][/color] Although Fae are commonly considered weak and flimsy, this is a not a stereotype that can be applied to Zina. Whether due to the dark magic inside of her or the unique nature and time of her spawning, Zina's body is resilient; like a garden of weeds that refuse to die. She is larger and taller than most of her kin, and even in her short and reckless life has suffered injuries that would have laid even members of their warrior caste low; yet simply walked them off and returned to her meandering.  
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[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Artifact of Dramoria[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent]
[color=a2d39c]Artifact of Dramoria: The Book of Harow, "The Dark Apostle". Pulled from the Emperor's deepest vaults is an eldritch tome filled with secrets, made long ago by the magical genius and religious madman Harow Archendale. Filled with pages upon pages of arcane scripts and diagrams that seem to shift and change on their own, the book is said to hold a library's worth of secrets, from the mundane to the legendary. It is even believed that it holds the mad soul of Harow himself; magically bound into its eternally changing pages; who screams his secrets at anyone with a mind to listen and not be driven insane.[/color][/indent]


[color=8dc73f][b][h2]Motive[/h2][/b][/color][hr][indent][color=a2d39c]Zina has little knowledge of the world. This is something that she knows, and a major reason for why she is willing to travel onto adventures and quests despite them not necessarily having any direct reward. She journeys the world of experience. The world is great, yet Zina's curiosity is greater
Yet there is also a hidden part of her that drives her, an indescribible sense of fate that arises from somewhere deep within her being ever, pushing Zina towards some unknown destination.[/color]
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