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[center][color=#eedc82]Form[/color]

Benea’s height is nothing special. She is neither too tall, nor too short. If you were to equate her aesthetic to something common, you might first think of a white calla lily, in the sense that her skin is bright and her hair a shade of honey too much to be white. Her eyes showcase that same vibrant purity, being a chamomile ivory iris hugging her soft yellow pupils. 

Complimenting her long flowing hair is a dress that completes the vision of a lily, being long and slim, the tail trailing behind her without collecting dirt. She is pristine and alabaster in all ways. Often she holds her hands clasped at the waist as if in some wizened thought, a perhaps pitying smile playing on her lips. Her facial features are gentle and she gives off the air as if she never had the need or want to move faster than a spring breeze.

A terrible contrast is what a wound on her might look like. A laceration would cut open her unmarked skin and spill a black ooze that circulates within her. 

[color=#eedc82]Personality[/color]

Outwardly, Benea is calm and collected. She plays with a smile and seems to patiently listen to those around her and consider their thoughts with all her being. She’ll act gracefully and kindly, with a faux compassion and saintly voice. That said, she is most certainly not listening to the concerns of others, and if she is, she is simply maneuvering them into her machinations.

She is saintly and calm only in the sense that her ego tells her she is, and so she pretends to be such. Inwardly she is easily frustrated and a spiteful and jealous person with little patience for the wants of others. Her porcelain doesn’t crack often, but when it does she can be seen as malicious.

If you ever find yourself in need of winning her favor, remember that a compliment goes a long way when used against the self absorbed. 

[color=#eedc82]Will[/color]

She has the will of herself, of her ego and most of all the subjugation of everything beneath her: which is everything. The world should be as she wants it, and she wants it to exist to validate her and compliment her power. Nothing should be independent of her will nor of her design. Should something exist past her design, she will snuff it out. 

A world under her will and enforced by the capture of all the nodes is a world under her absolute authority forever and ever and in all things. 


[color=#eedc82]Favorite Color[/color]
Creme
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