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* '''Erulehto, the Arboreal Sage''' - This sage is ancient, perhaps centuries old, though his sylayan features lend him the bearing of a younger man full of vitality. He is distinctly handsome and dignified, wearing a stolid expression over his face and very rarely straying from it. His brow is furrowed into a pensive frown,and by the evidence of the lines of his face, is oftentimes found that way. His hairline begins at the highest point of his forehead, and the rest of his long, white-blonde hair is swept back and over his shoulders. Physically, Erulehto is larger than a standard sylayan, with broad shoulders and strong legs, and though he has passed his youth seems to be in top fighting condition. His earth-toned clothing is light and loose beneath his armor. He wears a beautiful, although somewhat antiquated, suit of chain mail and a heavy, hooded gray cloak. A sleek ranger's bow is slung across his back, and he holds a gnarled quarterstaff in his hands. An unexplainably green, luminescent aura surrounds him, giving the false implication that he is anything more than just a mortal servant of Nature. | * '''Erulehto, the Arboreal Sage''' - This sage is ancient, perhaps centuries old, though his sylayan features lend him the bearing of a younger man full of vitality. He is distinctly handsome and dignified, wearing a stolid expression over his face and very rarely straying from it. His brow is furrowed into a pensive frown,and by the evidence of the lines of his face, is oftentimes found that way. His hairline begins at the highest point of his forehead, and the rest of his long, white-blonde hair is swept back and over his shoulders. Physically, Erulehto is larger than a standard sylayan, with broad shoulders and strong legs, and though he has passed his youth seems to be in top fighting condition. His earth-toned clothing is light and loose beneath his armor. He wears a beautiful, although somewhat antiquated, suit of chain mail and a heavy, hooded gray cloak. A sleek ranger's bow is slung across his back, and he holds a gnarled quarterstaff in his hands. An unexplainably green, luminescent aura surrounds him, giving the false implication that he is anything more than just a mortal servant of Nature. | ||
*'''Ikarios, the concoctionist''' - Ikarios is a distinguished, older Sylayan of his kind. Though retaining the youthful vitality of his race, there are numerous creases that line his face, ample evidence of much frowning in concentration and perusing of thought. His long, dark hair, having receded to the highest point of his forehead, is gathered into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His clothing is similarly distinguished, bringing very little attention to himself within the Eryn, but still elegant enough to be noble in a crowd of plain-clothes outsiders. A pair of bifocals hangs on a golden chain around his neck, though he does not appear to need them as he rarely puts them up to his face unless examining a miniscule font or dainty leaf of an herb. | |||
* '''Lithirea, a dryad of Oak''' - Her slender limbs are brown, as if mimicking the bark of an oak tree. Her body is swathed in a moss green dress that flows over her toned feet and all too slender arms. While unmistakably human in form, her beauty seems to transcend mortal limitations. It would take a mere moment to realise that this is no human, and further that she knows it only too well. Long hair cascades in a straight fall down her back, the hue of green and brown, alight with twigs and leaves that form a wreath about her head. | * '''Lithirea, a dryad of Oak''' - Her slender limbs are brown, as if mimicking the bark of an oak tree. Her body is swathed in a moss green dress that flows over her toned feet and all too slender arms. While unmistakably human in form, her beauty seems to transcend mortal limitations. It would take a mere moment to realise that this is no human, and further that she knows it only too well. Long hair cascades in a straight fall down her back, the hue of green and brown, alight with twigs and leaves that form a wreath about her head. |
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