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Description
Wears a Renaissance Faire ensemble with black boots. On her right ear, she wears an Earth symbol ear cuff, an earring that wraps around the ear. On her left ear, she wears a Fire symbol ear cuff. Around her left arm, several tribal pieces of artwork lay under her skin (tattoos), as her right arm has a silvery Celtic rope wrapping around it (an actual item).
Personality
Calm, cool, collective, and somewhat mysterious, but overall friendly.
Equipment
A pouch of rings: Temple Gate ring, Siam Princess ring, Aventurine Healing ring, Green Garnet Prosperity ring, Celestial Moon ring, Gold and Silver Moonstone ring, and Fireburst ring
History
Her father is Apollo and her mother is a mortal. She was claimed by Apollo when she turned 12 years old
Eylin slowly pushes the door open and lowers her purple oblong glasses down some, letting her pale green eyes glance about the room. She moves away from the door, closing it softly behind her, and chooses an empty seat.
Eylin runs a pink tongue over her white teeth as she watches the room from her seat. It was her first time here and she wasn't exactly sure she'd belong.
Eylin slowly pushes the glasses up, shielding her pale green eyes with purple sheets of glass, and stands up. The small pouch at her side jingles with the movement.
Eylin sighs softly as she leans against the chair she sat in and watches the room with uncertainty.
Eylin inclines her head to Kohana, offering a soft smile, and goes back to watching the room.
Eylin runs slender fingers through the wavy mess of blue hair that lays over her right shoulder.
Eylin sighs softly, pushing herself to her feet. She looks one last time around the room, shaking her head softly, pushes the purple sunglasses up and walks toward the door. Slipping out of it, while a man held it open for a much smaller woman. "Pardon me," she whispers softly.
Eylin slowly pushes open the door and steps inside. Her ensemble swaying softly with each movement and step. Her pale green eyes glance about the room as she makes her way to the bar.
Eylin slowly pushes open the door and steps inside. Her pale green eyes glance about the room as she chews on her thin bottom lip. Placing her purple oblong sunglasses over her eyes, she moves toward an empty seat and pulls it out.
Eylin glances about the room and lets out a soft sigh. There were things happening that she couldn't understand, but yet she understood better than most. Her pale green eyes study each patron's face from under the purple sunglasses.
Eylin pushes open the door, stepping inside. Her pale green eyes hidden by the purple oblong-shaped sunglasses. She glances about the room, chewing on her bottom lip some. Stepping away from the door, she brings the smell of freshly fallen leaves and flowers with her.
Eylin curls up in an empty seat and watches the room from under the shade of purple. One of her tight pigtails lays over her shoulder and she plays with the ends.
Eylin sighs softly to herself and pushes herself to her feet. Looking about the room one last time, she walks over to the bar and orders herself a glass of wine.
Eylin inclines her head. "Sure... yeah, it'll be fine," she says and slowly glances over to the ones pulling out swords. "Take it to the Dojo, people."
Eylin receives her drink and leans against the counter. Sipping on the glass of wine, she watches the room, closing her eyes some.
Eylin sighs softly and pushes herself away from the counter. Stepping aside she avoids being hit with a piece of the table. "Oi! There are other people in the bar too!" she calls to the fighting companions
Eylin shakes her head some and sips on her wine some more. She trips over the other piece of the table and falls to the ground. "Oooff," she groans softly and sits there with her wine spilled all over her.
Eylin takes the offered napkin and dabs her shirt some. "I'll be fine," she grumbles and pushes herself to her feet. Grumbling some more, she walks back over to the bar, setting the now empty glass on the counter. Pulling off the elegant shirt she was wearing, she reveals that she was wearing a white tanktop underneath. She also reveals the significant tribal markings on her shoulders, upper arms, and back.
Eylin leans against the counter and waits to gain the attention of Mai. Once she does, she sighs and asks softly, "Is there a way I can get this cleaned?"
Eylin inclines her head and walks to the laundry room, mumbling to herself. Placing the almost ruined shirt in the washer, she starts it up and leans against it.