Full Name: Ilaria de Ellvas
Birthdate: Goldleaf, 13th
Birthplace: Sulastas, somewhere.
Birth Sign: The Moon
Appearance:
Age: 23
Height: 5'5"
Weight: Average
Eyes: A dark forest green
Hair: Dark chocolatey brown, usually worn in a thick braid or loose and falling to the middle of her back
Skin: A soft toffee, a few freckles smattered about over her nose and cheeks
Handedness: Right
Posture: Casual
Hygiene: Spotless- especially her hands, which she washes obsessively
Scent: Soap, almost medicinal. Occasionally floral.
Physical Description:
Ilaria's most notable features are a thick shock of long, dark brown hair that reaches to the middle of her back and eyes the color of an ancient forest's dark canopy, deep and a bit broody at times. Her skin is the color of toffee and sprinkled with a few freckles across her cheek bones and the stern ridge of her nose. Her left nostril is pierced with a golden hoop and small gold hoops line the curve of each ear. An old scar splits the left side of her upper lip. One can easily tell she is of mixed parentage.
Personality:
General Health: Healthy
Profession: Physician
Faction Affiliation: The Sindelar Institute of Anatomical Sciences, Meddler's Inc
Languages: Decusian, Collatian
Accent: Slightly western
Roleplay Tools: Medical bag
Hobbies: Sewing people, reading, whiskey
Habits: Often spends her days at the hospital, tending the injured or at Kruger Kutz, smelling the flowers.
Personality Description: An absolute delight, unless she isn't.
History:
Much of Ilaria's childhood is shrouded in a fog of nothingness, her memory begins around the age of 14 with the chaos of living on the fringes of any sort of civilization in the western territories. She knows that she was born somewhere in Sulastas, to a non-western woman and an unknown (but presumably western) father. She and her mother moved frequently, often swiftly and under the cover of darkness but she never understood the reasons behind their way of life. Her mother was as tight lipped and unapproachable as a person could be, refusing outright to answer questions from a precocious girl with an insatiable curiosity. On the day she turned seventeen, she woke to find her mother gone and only a small bag of supplies left nearby - and atop the bag lay a scribbled note:
"I just can't, anymore. Good luck."
While panic set in, gradually so did a fierce determination to find something better, some purpose beyond existing until the next clandestine move, the next unseen danger. She allowed herself nearly a week of wallowing in self-pity and fear, abandoned and alone, and then she forced herself to move on. Ilaria spent the next few years slowly traveling further east, though never finding exactly what she was looking for in any person she met or place she visited, until eventually ending up in the First Province where she found her first inkling of "home" while in the Rumbling Pass.
Strengths- Loyalty to chosen family, optimism
Weaknesses- Restless and a bit gullible
Governing Virtue: Compassion
Governing Throne: Wrath