User:Breena
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Description
- Name: Breena
- Race: Elf - Feral Elf
- Class: Ranger - Hunter
- Hair: Chestnut Brown
- Eyes: Caramel
- Appearance: Slender, even by elven standards. Underfed.
- Age: Young (How cliche!)
- Alignment: Neutral, Good
- Status: Curious about society after her long absence and has been seen near the mines, peeking in from time to time.
- Clothes: Working on customs for these. Weaved grasses, vines, and other forest found materials
- Braided-Living-Ivy Armlette (+11)
- Braided-Living-Ivy Armlet (+9)
Customs may have wrong spellings due to their use as stating armor. Armor upgrades of identical names must be upgraded at the same time where different names can be upgraded individually.
Picture done by Sela specifically for "Breena" located at http://koillie.deviantart.com/#/d2qrj2c with notation that says it was made for her. Thanks so much for your beautiful art. <3
Breena
Breena kept herself to the shadows of the alley in search for something through large, brown hued eyes darting left and right. Who knew what she was searching for at this hour, though it was still early for the wayward elf, too early. Had she ventured here before, of course. The town used to be a regular source of supplies but one had popped her civilizational bubble with the siege of her sheltered environment. Those dark eyes, sunken and hollow with hunger, kept on the look for something short and stocky and clad with a crown. Nothing's seen; breath's ragged. Within the shadows her emaciated figure clung to the woodwork like it was her only friend. In truth, it was. The elf had not meandered here to this area except for food and water. Only a few would recognize what the grasses of the Spring held as clothing; those that have attempted to help her in the chilled days of winter. Snow crunched softly under her bare feet that bore the blisters of use and the numbness of the day's fresh blanket while she darted diagonally from the western shops to head for the tavern. Warmth, that was her aim this night, however, something stood along her path; large, white, luminous in the bright sliver of moon. In the middle of the road, Breena slid to a stop, too late and in the open. "D-don't kill me." Heart beats pounded within her head and breath changed to shallow attempts while the young woman stared at the avian.
Dislikes
Dwarves, Deugar (She doesn't really know the difference between the two)
Animal based races as spouses (views it as the equivalent of dating a tamed, mutated zoo animal)
OOC Information
I'm that person who has never seen that movie, played that video game, or watched that TV show. Know a little about a lot of things with no particular specialty. Knitting and crochet is fine ways to spend time between mobs, even if it is a bit "girly" to do so. Often I come off as a ditz and that's probably true. I've been around since Jan 2009.
For the most part, Breena is a stat bot. Every once in a while, when the stars are black, the moons are absent, and the sound of boredom echos past annoyance, I'll play her icly. If this happens, she will not be anything of memorable mention save for the character development you may gain.
Alright, details (because I keep getting asked to the point of crazy) AC is 171, Health is 4516, Magic is 4562, and Stamina is 4394 as of this update (June 30th) Please do not PvP me just to see my stats, just ask. I've been known to "ignore" people for varying lengths of time as consequence.
Recently I have become an unofficial merchant for some things.
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Current goal is to catch up to Satoshi! and level out my MP to something proportionate to the rest of my numbers.
Outstanding Healers
- Damimian
- Grump
- Allanon
- Kelovath
Shout Outs
- Tsukiko
- Sidney
- Daemon
- Jerralith
- Rolan
- Serge
- Kain
- Satoshi
- Rhocielle
- Fuan
- Rolan
- Yiki
Special notice for Grump and Dergious for getting Breena and other characters set up with fancy-pants armor. You guys are awesome.
Oh yeah, I have claimage on Serge because I can put shaving cream in his hand while he's sleeping and watch him scratch his face ^^