Elodie Selene Llewellyn
Further Information
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"She walks with grace upon the clouds, and the stars know her by name."
– Rebecca Ross
Cold fingertips · Laces tied with ritual precision · Proud features · Dreams haunted by foreign voices · Featherlight footsteps · Long baths · Dust motes caught in golden sunbeams · Exposed shoulders · Stargazing all night · Old melodies echoing through empty hallways · Music sheets worn soft by the touch of years · Intense longing · Gently placing offerings at unmarked graves · Shoulders heavy with duty · Well kept secrets · Pausing in doorways, listening before entering · Snowflakes on eyelashes · Constellation birthmarks · Candlelight flickering across a collarbone · Quiet sobs hidden beneath a composed smile · Lingering by windows during thunderstorms · Sketching faces of people she cannot seem to forget · Holding one's breath when walking through ruins
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DETAILS
[img][/img]Appealing attributes ✵ A delicate, ethereal radiance lingers on her skin, like pearl luster set aglow by starlight. Every subtle movement - Tilting her head; brushing a curl aside - holds an irresistible, natural elegance.
Physical defences ✵ She is lithe and quick, capable of agile evasion rather than brute force. Though she favours light, flexible attire for ease of movement, her true defense lies in her precision: She is deft and deadly with bow and arrows, striking with silent grace from afar, while close quarters find her equally swift and sure with finely balanced knives - Each movement purposeful, balanced, and swift as a whisper in the wind.
Phobias ✵ Caught unawares by sudden, unnatural silence, a world without wind or birdsong, she becomes deeply uneasy, her heart beating wildly to fill the void.
First impression ✵ At first glance, she stands tall and proud, her posture commanding the space around her like that of a seasoned general or a sovereign queen. Every movement is measured and purposeful, radiating quiet authority tempered by an undercurrent of grace. Yet beneath this regal bearing lies a subtle warmth; a tender kindness in her eyes and a gentle curve to her smile - That invites trust and speaks of compassion hidden beneath her timeless strength
Voice ✵ She has inherited her mother's sirenic voice, but none of its magical abilities. Even so, she cannot help but entrance her audience with the melodic falls and rises of her silvery soprano as she renders history and folktales alike in vivid images with spoken words or even in song. The slight lilt in her tone is difficult to place, and only when she absentmindedly hums the foreign tunes of the Lost Kingdom of Caladore does her merfolk inheritance reveal itself.
Quirks ✵ She drifts into humming antique Caladorean melodies at odd times, fingers tracing imaginary runes in the air. She collects stray seashells and polished stones, laying them out on her windowsill as small treasures, catching the starlight. And when nervous, her composure fractures at the edges: Her fingers tremble ever so slightly, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve or the closest trinket within reach. Her breath grows shallow, her voice quieter, more cautious, like someone tiptoeing through a place that holds great amounts of pain.
Hobbies ✵ She is an apt musician, her fingers coaxing haunting melodies from the harp, the violin, and the pianoforte with equal grace and passion. Music is both her refuge and her gift, weaving spells of memory and emotion that linger long after the final note fades. She is fond of midnight walks by the sea or forest, gathering dew‑soaked petals to press into scrapbooks of long‑lost lore.
Languages ✵ She is fluent in the soft and lyrical tongue of the merfolk. She also speaks Common, Fae‑cant (The dialect of the woodland fae), and a handful of dusty Caladorean glyphs – Enough to decipher faded chronicles and whisper spells that once echoed through ancient courts.
Talents ✵ A storyteller born: Capable of conjuring vivid imagery in listeners' minds with mere words or song. Her voice carries even in silent halls, unsettling aggressive tempers and calming hearts.
Scent ✵ She smells like summer storms, ancient memories and dewdrops on honeysuckle, each petal diffusing the subtle aroma from the gold of her hair.[img][/img]
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FAVOURITE...
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|COLOUR| ⋄ Robin’s egg blue. It is a colour that speaks of renewal, delicate strength, and the gentle pulse of life beneath fragile stillness.
|HIDING SPOT| ⋄ A secluded alcove beneath a canopy of silver-leaved trees, where the whispers of the forest and the scent of frost-covered earth create a sanctuary for reflection and solitude.
|DISH|⋄ A delicate seaweed and rose petal salad, lightly drizzled with honeyed nectar, a blend of her merfolk heritage and the floral abundance of her homeland.
|ANIMAL| ⋄ The Aetherling Deer. A rare, ethereal creature said to be born from mist and starlight, its translucent fur shimmering softly with every step. Revered for its elusive nature and gentle spirit, the Aetherling Deer embodies the delicate balance between the mortal world and the realm of magic.
|BOOK| ⋄ "The Chronicles of Caladore," an ancient tome filled with tales of lost kingdoms and forgotten magic from her mother's birthplace.
|SEASON| ⋄ Springtime, when the world is painted in pastel hues, and the air carries a hint of warmth that speaks of new things to come.
|FLOWER| ⋄ The rare moonflower, blooming with faintly glowing petals once a year during the night of Lughnasadh.
|SCENT| ⋄ Her favourite scent begins with the green sweetness of ripened figs and wild pears, sun-warmed and soft from Terrasen’s golden orchards. Beneath it, there is the salt-kissed trace of the sea - Faint, like a distant memory clinging to her skin. Threaded through is the cold hush of northern air, laced with pine and frost, and in its deepest notes lies something darker, something ancient: The whisper of old magic and midnight rose, bound by the bond she shares with him - Lucerys, king of Theramore and keeper of her heart. It is a scent like no other; half earth, half ocean, all love, and layered with a wild, immortal grace.
|COUNTRY| ⋄ Though she was born in proud Terrasen, and her roots lie deep in the Lost Kingdom of Caladore, she has found a true home and sense of purpose in Theramore. Each place holds a piece of her heart: Terrasen, the land that shaped her; Caladore, the legacy that calls to her blood; and Theramore, the place where her future is to unfold.
|FRUIT| ⋄ The golden fig, its sweet and slightly tangy taste reminiscent of sun-drenched afternoons in Terrasen.
|DRINK| ⋄ A chilled glass of elderflower wine, its delicate sweetness and floral notes soothing her spirit and reminding her of moonlit gatherings and whispered tales.
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|TIME OF DAY| ⋄ She finds peace and solitude during the small hours of the night and will gladly sacrifice a few hours of sleep to gaze upon the stars.
|SOUND| ⋄ Her mother's voice gently lulling her to sleep with a sirenic folktale or the crystalline hum of starsong at Beltane.
|ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE| ⋄ She usually abstains from drinking to keep a clear head, but will gladly accept a goblet of Perranth summer wine when it is in season.
|INSTRUMENT| ⋄ The harp, its strings weaving melodies like shimmering threads of light in a darkened hall.
|GEMSTONE| ⋄ Moonstone. Prized for its gentle glow and connection to the tides and moonlight, echoing her heritage and inner calm.
|KEEPSAKE| ⋄ A pearl-encrusted dagger, delicate yet formidable, its hilt shimmering softly like moonlight on water. A treasured gift and heirloom, it carries the weight of legacy and love, both a symbol of her strength and a reminder of home.
|ELEMENT| ⋄ Water. For its ever-changing depth, its quiet power, its memory-holding stillness and the oceanic magic that slumbers in her blood.
|EYE COLOUR| ⋄ Rich gold like sunlight captured in amber, warm and unwavering. It is the hue she favours most for it mirrors the eyes of the one who is her equal, her echo, her destined other.
|SWEET TREAT| ⋄ Honey-glazed figs stuffed with crushed pistachios. A rich blend of earth and sweetness, and a literal bite of her homeland.
|LANGUAGE| ⋄ The lyrical tongue of the merfolk; soft, fluid, and woven with meaning beyond words.
|TEXTURE| ⋄ The cool smoothness of sea-polished stones cradled in her palm, and the delicate weave of gauze or gossamer; light as breath and barely there, like morning mist brushing bare skin.
|WEATHER CONDITION| ⋄ A gentle summer rain - Refreshing and renewing, carrying the scent of earth and growth, soothing to her soul.
|CONSTELLATION| ⋄ The Weaver's Thread. A slender arc of stars said to weave the fates of lovers and lost souls alike, guiding them through darkness with quiet light.