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Sasukai Longfeather
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O - Name: Sasukai Longfeather
O - Gender: female adult
O - Age: looks 30
O - Elven Subrace: isn’t an elf. Looks like sun elves.
O - Hair: silver blonde
O - Eyes: blue
O - Skin: between normal and pale
O - Clothing: She prefers lose clothing over tight that shows her assets. If she must dress to kill, she wears a dress-like robe where it is tight at the top, showing off her cleavage. She also prefers of Elven flair in her clothing. Clothing colors have the tendency to be forest-like.
O - Personality: Very quiet and reserve. Quick to anger but is very easy-going. Many sees her as cold person but she is actually very kind.
For Drawing Sasukai:
> You have the full artistic lisence for designing her hairstyle and clothes.
> Clothes must be fantasy medieval genre. NO sci-fi or modern styles.
> Her eyes are baby blue.
> Her hair is sliver blonde and when angry, white.
> Keywords: strong willed, tomboy with girlish aura, wizard
Pose Suggestions:
> Her playing with magic - any elements.
> Her moping around with a magic scroll or reading one
> Her fighting using swords and magic
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Brief History: -- as revised by Pretty P Princess
The young wizard in question was always pernicious in her discourse. Quick-tempered and fiery, the young blonde female was said to have taken on the guise of a sun-elf, traveling to the Forest of Ima to live with a handful of other, purportedly kindly elves. This elf female is documented as a dimension-wanderer, moving from one universe to another in the hopes of finding a home. Legend has it that prior to her stay in the Ima Forest, Sasukai Longfeather, for a time called the desert world of the sand-elves her home--Kydian. There, the lovely magic-user crafted herself in the form of an elf, taking on, not the tawny browned skin of the sand-elves, but the graceful, slender-shaped, whiteness of the sun-elves. In the land of Kydian, Longfeather was revered for her striking beauty and the fine snowy color of her skin. "Like a swan feather", one of the young male warriors of the desert land described her. This youth's name was Lutello, and he fell in love with the refuge-seeking Sasukai, who, wanting only a place of acceptance, also fell readily in love. They played in the desert gardens, and he even took her to the high mages of his people, where there, they taught the curious young mage how to control her magic--even teaching her dangerous but powerful new spells.
Legends say that one fateful night, Lutello took the slowly trusting Sasukai to the desert gardens and named a rare, never before discovered rose after her--the Longfeather Blossom. They made love under the blood red moon of Kydian, where the Wanderer gave her heart and body to the young warrior elf. War and plague broke from the darkness of that very night, as the lands of Kydian came under attack by the Trollish Empires in the north. The city of Kydian was ransacked, though both Sasukai and Lutello rushed to the aid of their home. The Longfeather mage stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the high mages who had taught her their magical secrets and defended the land she loved...but all for naught. Kydian fell within one week. Ravaged, beaten, and bleeding, Sasukai wandered the land, looking among the bodies of fallen soldiers, crying out for her beloved. On the outer edges of the border, she found her lover...dead.
Little is known about the time between the Kydian war and Sasukai Longfeather's journey to the Forest of Ima, but a month after finding her dead lover, the Trollish Empire was attacked from within its own borders. Fire raged inside the city walls, a fire so fierce and horrifying that no troll mages could hope to stop its burning blaze. The city fell that night, and some witnesses have been reported saying that on the tallest spire of the Troll caste, a slender, beautiful wizard, wrapped in a cloak stood silently watching the death and destruction, tears running down her cheek for her fallen soldier. Revenge was hers, and never again did the trolls attack the sand-elves of Kydian, out of fear of The Wanderer.
