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[sub][COLOR=SILVER]Serafina of Gaddonfly
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37  [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color]   Female   [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color]   Southron
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[hider=][indent][sub][b]▼   B A S I C S[/b][/SUB]
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	[COLOR=SILVER]► [B]Height[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - 5'9"[/COLOR]
	► [b]Weight[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - 175 lbs[/COLOR]
	► [b]Build[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Athletic[/COLOR]
	► [b]Hair Colour[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Raven Black[/COLOR]
	► [b]Eye Colour[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Grayed Blue[/COLOR]
	► [b]Origin[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - The Village of Gaddonfly, Southern Confederacy[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP]
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[hider=][indent][sub][b]▼   S K I L L S E T[/b][/SUB]
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	[COLOR=SILVER]► [B]Swordplay[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Skilled Duelist[/COLOR]
	► [B]Archery[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Sharpshooting Threat[/COLOR]
	► [B]Monster Lore[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Adept Bestiary[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP]
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[/cell][cell][b][sub]D E T A I L E D   A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/b]

[color=#807B84][indent][i]Sera, is, as other wardens say, demure and ghast-like.

Born with a naturally light complexion, the years of traversing thick woodlands and dark caves has left her with a pale appearance that is riddled with battle-proven scars and markings. Though, the strange part is the woman appears broken and sickly, though the seriousness of her illness is hard to say as she often relishes in the distance of strangers and wardens alike. Some of her betters consider it a symptom of the persona she has adopted while others believe that she is genuinely on her last legs. It’s hard to tell which is the truth.

Her eyes are reminiscent of the southron lakes. People oft are caught by their gaze and their nerves tickled, almost caught by the disheveled eye-shadow and scarred cheekbones as if they had no choice in the matter.

The female warden is naturally athletic and well-built, but she is not particularly stocky or dense. She is of a peasant stock, so she is hardier than most yet she holds a rather typical height. None too tall nor none too short. Her equipment tends to gravitate toward complimenting this fact, allowing for mobility over being a moving tank. After all, wearing full-plate in the bog is a death sentence. Even when in informal dress she is never far from her sword or dagger, and she prefers to appear as destitute as possible beyond such weapons. Loose-fitting, cheap fabrics often accompany her dress, with a tattered, old cloak as their companion.[/i][/indent][/color]
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[color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][hr][color=#2e2c2c]-A Template by Load Wraith[/color][/COLOR]