Everything about this woman -- from her lazy stances, her carelessly cropped hair, to the long toothpick that's ever-present between her teeth -- screams, "I don't give a damn". Her crooked grins and the low, rocky quality of her voice lend her a certain masculine charm, as do the clinging scents of rustic herbs and tobacco
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| - Everything about this woman -- from her lazy stances, her carelessly cropped hair, to the long toothpick that's ever-present between her teeth -- screams, "I don't give a damn". Her crooked grins and the low, rocky quality of her voice lend her a certain masculine charm, as do the clinging scents of rustic herbs and tobacco
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| - Calaena Aran'tir, mother; Euric Aran'tir, father ; Nelaran Aran'tir, brother
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| - Everything about this woman -- from her lazy stances, her carelessly cropped hair, to the long toothpick that's ever-present between her teeth -- screams, "I don't give a damn". Her crooked grins and the low, rocky quality of her voice lend her a certain masculine charm, as do the clinging scents of rustic herbs and tobacco Defined and firm, she is by no means delicate, though subtle femininity is present in the places it tends to inhabit; indeed, she carries an unconventional sort of beauty -- it's not obvious, but it's there. She looks best when she's grinning, with warmth filling her features, and worst when she's legitimately angry (which is very rare).
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