Tistane
Phelandrian Tout
Tistane wears her raven colored hair short, pulling it up like tufts of grass and holding it in spikes with some sort of grease. She won't talk about what kind but will be happy to get you some for a crown if you like. Her bright blue eyes, the color of cornflowers in full bloom, have an intensity about them that one doesn't expect to see on a young lass at the cusp of womanhood. Except, that upon closer inspection, Tistane's features slighlty odd: her cheekbones a touch to high, her jaw a shade to angular. Its her ears, however, the eventually give her away. Impossibly slender to begin with, the paste beads decorating their tops seem to balance there precariously, almost as if resting on points.
This is, of course, because Tistane is young Soulmeliti, just a half-century old, even if she won't admit it. Working the streets of Phelandria for the past decade without aging a day makes it difficult for her to deny the fact, but deny it she will. After earning her keep as a guide to the city for visitors, running down rumors for the Eldorian Thieves' Guild and even picking the occasional pocket, she has made it clear to her associates (Tistane doesn't really have any friends) that should would prefer not to be reminded of her heritage. After all, it has been ten years since she washed upon on shore after a shipwreck on route from Hopki to visit the homeland and in all that time no one has come looking for her.
No, it was a crew of Humans and Dharjans that found her on that island. Though she snuck away from them after watching how they boarded that merchant ship, carried off all of its cargo, and left it adrift. As it turns out, she jumped ship right into Dockside and the open arms of the local Brotherhood. They could be cruel, of course, but most of them were just trying to get by. And people don't really care, after all. They might pity a ragged looking orphan and toss her a few farthings, but no one cared.
That's why, when she grows up, Tistane is going to be an Elynthi. They care about their own and have a purpose. It will be hard, she knows, but if she works on balance and agility, she just might convince the Lord of Sorrow.
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Species
Age
Early Fifties
Birthplace
Children
Sex
Femlae
Eyes
Cornflower Blue
Hair
Short Black and Spiky
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White
Height
4 ft. 5 in.
Weight
80 lb.
Belief/Deity
Aligned Organization
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