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[color=DEB887][h3]Dessielle Fenhice[/h3] [sub][right]｡ₓ ू ₒ ु ˚ [i]Human traveler[/i][/right][/sub][/color]
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[color=DEB887][b]Description:[/b][/color]
[color=gray]Often described as "standoffish" and "unapproachable," Dessielle can be characterized as a palette of neutral colors. If a person were to meet Dessielle, their first impression would note how stoic and empty-shelled the girl is. She portrays herself with a calm demeanor and oftentimes unfazed by events that come her way. With that being said, Dessielle can still keep a conversation going regardless of how interested she is. As uninterested and perhaps bored she may look and sound, Fenhice can keep a person talking for miles because she feels it is common curtsy. 

While only 4 foot 10, Dessielle's strong-cold personality builds onto her height. She has bright emerald eyes with shoulder-length dirty-blonde curly hair. She wears a white flowy dress that doesn't restrict her movements along with a black-brown cloak, with its own hood. Her outfit is accessorized with a black long belt wrapping her waist where it holds maps, drinks, small artifacts in a jar and a pocket knife. 

Dessielle Fenhice grew up "alone". It's not the sort of trip down memory lane that she entertains, so when others ask about her childhood, she describes it as a [i]chore[/i]. She refuses to go back to the days where she had to scrape to survive; each new home she found herself in—while it taught her lessons—brought her a sort of pain she has never recovered from. The only home she could ever find herself dreaming about was of a sweet old man and his fatigued partner. They both had noticed Dessielle when she was only a baby wailing and flailing in a forest with only a hut over her for protection against the elements. With her loud cries, the two could not leave the small baby alone—they took her in. Dessielle's fond memories of her time with them always take her back to the cozy atmosphere the home exuded regardless of the weather. She remembers sitting by a fireplace oftentimes and just spending the time wrapped up in their arms. The next connection she ever makes of her time with them is not as fond or happy; it was of when she came across their still, lifeless (but oddly peaceful) bodies after they had passed away in their sleep. Dessielle was only 8 years old but it did not come as a surprise, they were both very old already. She took it upon herself to leave—it was her only option. 

She went from home to home, place to place, person to person—then she grew tired of it and decided to travel by herself. For as long as she can remember, Dessielle has been on the roads traveling. She finds it fascinating how every place she may turn to will be different from the rest. The rich cultures and traditions has always been something that Dessielle herself loved when embarking on a journey.[/color]

[color=DEB887][b]Capabilities:[/b][/color]
[color=gray]𐐪𐑂 She knows basic first-aid.
𐐪𐑂 Agile and quick on her feet; fast reflexes. 
𐐪𐑂 Uses a pocket knife to threaten others, but is actually really bad when using weapons. She's using her legs to attack, but this doesn't always work all the time.[/color]


[color=DEB887][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]
[color=gray]𐐪𐑂 Pocket knife.
𐐪𐑂 She has a small jar that consists of artifacts or cool things she found when she'd travel. They aren't anything big, but its her most prized possession.
𐐪𐑂 Dessielle has a necklace that's dressed in two golden rings. She took it from the couple that first housed her. [/color][hr][hr][hr][/hider]