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Euphemia
ALIASES
summersongAGE
38GENDER
femaleSEXUALITY
bisexualSPECIES
tieflingORIGIN
TethisOCCUPATION
musicianROLE
bardmore information +
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the self
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A tragic little song about a little girl lost. Learns about the world, but who knows at what cost. Without ma' and pa' the lessons were tough. Raised by an uncle who taught her to bluff. Always from Tethis, and never the world. She thought to herself that she'd give it a whirl. And off she went, a song on her lips. To play the great city, if only for tips.
ALIGNMENT:
neutral goodLOVES:
beer and wine; sunny afternoons; the smell of flowers on the breeze; a good song and a good storyHATES:
pushy people; a bad show; thieves and rakes; a sad endingGOALS:
to play all the great cities of the world... eventuallyFEARS:
spiders and all manner of creepy crawling things⠀
the body
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HEIGHT:
5' 5"HAIR COLOR / STYLE:
a mess of bone-white hair, chopped messily into a pretty bobEYES:
light greySKIN TONE:
healthy and sun-kissedPHYSIQUE:
a meal short of fit, three meals in excess of waifishAPPARENT AGE:
early-30sVOICE:
rich and nuanced, a bird's song in the morningATTIRE //
tunics and gowns, of a darker tincture. she loves a good robe, or a flowing summer dress. in the end she'll settle for what fits best.MODIFICATIONS //
numerous piercings in both of her ears, a few elsewhere, and her horns are carved with markings she doesn't understandSCARS / MARKINGS //
A scratch or two here, a dozen tattooed patterns there.⠀
the power
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Be it flute or lute, or piano or lyre. The girl's love for music has been but desire. From a wee little age, the wee little lass. Has managed all songs with nothing but class. Alas the poor girl, with such songs in her head. Needed a knife of she'd likely end dead. So practice she did, with blades and with notes. The world was dangerous but she'd sow her own oats.
ABILITIES //
Euphemia is an excellent musician and can play almost anything that requires breath or can be plucked. She dislikes drums and isn't particularly amazing at them, but she can keep time, and that's all that matters in the end.SPELLS //
Using magic to try and cheat your way to a better song? For shame!GEAR //
A lute and a flute, and a bag full of stuff. Some clothes and some coins, but never enough.⠀
the story
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Euphemia, born in Tethis, lost her mother in childbirth and her father to a mining accident. She was precocious and smart as a whip, and could often talk herself out of whatever trouble she was able to get herself into. In fact, she was able to talk herself into lots of trouble, too. Erring on the side of caution, her maternal uncle put a lute in her hands and a flute in her mouth in the hopes that she'd shut up and stop getting in trouble.
This plan failed gloriously but gave the girl a love for life and a purpose and meaning. She would tell her uncle that she would one day play the biggest cities in the world, and when he died, she made that a promise. Now, alone, it was her time to set out.
This plan failed gloriously but gave the girl a love for life and a purpose and meaning. She would tell her uncle that she would one day play the biggest cities in the world, and when he died, she made that a promise. Now, alone, it was her time to set out.
INVENTORY //
The songs her mother would sing to her. She still remembers those, and she keeps them locked in her heart forever.
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