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Nia

Starsong, Moonchild, Nightspawn.
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Nia. The noble savage foundling raised by fey. . .

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RACE: Elf (Lightbringer)

GENDER: Female

AGE: 112

HEIGHT: 6'0"

WEIGHT: 137 lbs

CHA: 14

STR: 13

There are a long list of seemingly contradictory words that could be used to describe Nia. Frightening. Comforting. Gentle. Violent. Demure. Erotic. Sophisticated. Savage. Shadowy. Illuminating. All contradictory. Yet all seeming to fit at the same time.

Standing head and shoulders above most of her kind, this wild creature's long, bare, slender legs and willowy arms seem to go on forever, their sylph-like contours accented by sporty, girlish muscle tone. Her garments barely conceal her charms: a loincloth, butt flap, and breast band all woven of a rustic combination of vegetable fibers and animal fur, decorated with an eclectic selection of shiny shells, sparkly polished semiprecious stones, and colorful feathers, accessories that also compliment the pale gray cloak draped over her shoulders, and the plain rawhide sandals on her nimble feet.

A pair of gorgeous silver bracers graven with strange runes, and stylized artwork of the moon and stars adorn her fore arms, and a silver medallion stamped with the image of the World Tree surrounded by stars and crowned by a crescent moon hands on a thin chain about her neck. The glittering of her silver jewelry seems to bring to attention the strange, ephemeral motes of light that play about the elf from time to time, but are only obvious at night, and only then if she chooses not to suppress them.

It is then her otherworldly nature shines through. For though all the night be black around her, her eyes gleam with pale, silvery white light, and the moonbeams themselves seem to crown her wild, unruly mane of mouse brown hair. Her skin, during daytime a gentle tanned cream color, shimmers with a pale, silvery blue sheen, and Nia looks for all the world like a delicate fairy princess from a story book. . .

It is the dagger hanging from the cord of her loincloth, and the impressive darkwood longbow and quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder, however, that suggest she is also a warrior.