Basic Information
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☀ ռǟʍɛ: Fatin.
☀ ǟɢɛ: Unknown, looks mid-30s.☀ɢɛռɖɛʀ: Trans-Woman.
☀ ֆքɛƈɨɛֆ: African Wild Dog.
☀ ɦɛɨɢɦȶ: 5'10".
☀ ɦǟɨʀ: Black; Worn in Fauxhawk.☀ ʄʊʀ: Dyed, Splotchy Orange, Black, and Cream.
☀ ɛʏɛֆ: Pale Grey
☀ ֆƈɛռȶ: Roses, Funeral Flowers, A faint hint of Decay.
☀ ƈʟօȶɦɨռɢ: Strappy black dress, cut low in front, falls to her ankles.☀ ǟƈƈɛֆֆօʀɨɛֆ: Various necklaces and charms.
☀ ɦɛǟʟȶɦ: 100%.
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A woman obfuscated in mystery and magic. Fatin wields her power like a Goddess, raising the dead as simply as one might lift their arm. But was there more to this woman than intimidation and mystery? She seems almost kind at first. Warm. Comforting. One would never see her as a necromancer if they did not know the truth. She chooses her words carefully, and expertly disguises herself as a simple fertility witch. This was how she got her power, and her life. She was a cunning one, using honeyed words and sweet tones to enthrall the people she worked with. No one suspected a thing, that she was raising their dead behind their backs. They came to her for blessings and spells, praying hard for children of a good crop yield. And she gave it to them easily. Fatin knows how to play the long game. It's what she's good at. And she knows when to pack up and run to a new village. But there is one fatal flaw she has. Love. For the one she loves, she would do anything. Even if it meant risking her life.