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Name: Haleth Xin-Stristal (interaction guide)

Race: Marquinian (Human)

Age: Around 30

Associations: A quick aesthetic list

Profession: Knight-Service

~Appearance~

Hair: Black, ending just below her chest. Large, sweeping curl. Typically worn down or haphazardly tied. Occasionally with short bangs. Sprawls around her like the inky night air.

Eyes: Pthalo green, boggy pines shrouded in mist

Complexion: Pallid, cool undertones, the solitary moon in a starless sky

Physique: strong, well toned, muscled, fleshy, the burden of duty

Height: 5'9

Of Note: Skin dappled with various scars, stretchmarks, and burns from a life of intensive training. High-set cheeks, thick straight arched brows, prominent collar pulling at the tendons in her neck, unnaturally long tongue. A subtle scar upon her lip that can only be felt when kissing. A branding mark/ sigil upon her lower back denoting which Keep she belongs to.

~Celestial~

Alignment: Neutral-good

Positive Traits: Easy going (difficult to offend), witty, loyal as a dog.

Negative Traits: Vindictive, dense, difficulty expressing heartfelt emotions unless they boil over, loyal as a dog.

Voice timbre

Scent: Juniper and jasmine, soft fresh lichen

Musical Aesthetic: Comfortably Numb, World Ender

~Personality~

Fears: Being bound or restrained.

Quirks: She has a habit of staring in an unblinking way, and is not very expressive unless something truly warrants it, though her eyes speak volumes if you watch closely enough. She is very easy going and often jokes, dryly - it is difficult to tell if she is serious or not. Unable to read/ write. High tolerance to spicy food. She is incredible at drawing and keeps a journal, a talent she hides. Dislikes Somnomancers and is uncomfortable discussing dreams— she sleeps with a warding crystal beneath her pillow.

Weakness: She is touch starved, this can be used to easily manipulate her. She will do anything to protect the people she cares for, namely her brother.

~Inventory~

Weapon: Marquinian-forged ebony Greatsword. Gothic in design with a deep teal pearlescent finish in the moonlight.

Armor: Void black set of armor that's gothic in style.

Attire: Plum, emerald, or black dresses, high leg slits, plunging backlines in typical Marquinian fashion. Deep cherry cloaks, cream night gowns. Plain oversized tunics, leggings, tall laced boots in burned brown leathers.

~Backstory~

(I currently have most inspiration to write Haleth during her living years, before the dissidence occurs.)

Early Years

Hailing from the Province of Marquinia, at 6 years of age Haleth was sold to a prestigious Keep, a common practice by Marquinians in which children are bartered to Keep Masters, who train them to become Knight-Services to Lords and Ladys across the realms; in particular the knights of her Keep are valued for their ability to withstand the arcane, while having no innate magical ability of their own. The strength of this trait is tied to those with bloodlines tying to the original Marquinian population, Haleth is unaware just how close her ties are.

After years of brutal training, she gained prominence through her competition in stampedes and rodeos, the Marquinian equivalent of a Faire.

The Dissidence

She was selected by Lady Jezebeth to protect her decadent son, Lord Sinitar, and completed the task admirably for many years before the Dissidence occurred. During the Dissidence, Marquinic Knights stationed in courts across the realms turned violent towards their Lords, Haleth being one of such, yet due to the romantic bond she had with her Lord, and the child they shared, she hesitated allowing enough time for the Arch Mage, Lord Daliron to intervene, killing her.

Beside himself for the betrayal and loss of his lover, Lord Sinitar in secret returned her body to Marquinia, where she was recovered by a trio of ancient Necromancers and forcefully reanimated into an undead Necromantic being.

Struggling to feel herself in a body now foreign, Haleth wanders the land, enacting the Autumn Prince's aspiration to destroy those who would keep the Necromancers of Marquinia from rising again, while seeking a to discover a path to free will and who she once was.

**Some blorbos mentioned belong to my dearie @sinitar-the-reborn

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