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"Show me a creature impervious to ruin, dear. Show me a challenge."
๐ฎarnaline is a sociable, charismatic woman always ready with a quip on her tongue and a sweet, airy laugh. She's short, shapely and stylishly dressed, made up to accentuate her features in that way only a woman dangerously hyper-aware of her own potential can manage, and she walks, talks and smiles like it too. There's a sense of high voltage around her, small though she is - a single bare wire that can buzz the whole place with a breezy quip, a chunk of her charisma and whip-quick wit; one quickly gets the impression of a woman who's never been told no and never said sorry in her life, and who doesn't plan on changing either. She's engaging, she's fun-loving, she's larger than life. She has a secret chip on her shoulder and one usually finds out too late.
๐nd no matter when, where or how you meet her, one fact is permanently and visibly woven into her presence, mannerisms, behaviour and even very being: She's going up. And she'll do anything to get there.
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๐ทikes
- meaningful conversation
- people who can teach her something
- colder weather, solely for winter fashion
- big, memorable personalities
๐ฏislikes
- smalltalk
- avarris, especially scaled
- cowards, deserters
- the 'empty cans are loudest' type
๐ppearance
- ๐ขhe had the sewing talent to keep up with fashion in the last century or so, but she draws the line when the next most fashionable thing is gaudy as hell. She's firmly stuck in the haute couture from 50 years ago and wears her feminine coats, wide brimmed hats and shapely skirt suits with pride.
- ๐ขhe's absolutely covered in freckles, head to toe.
- ๐ever takes off one particular heirloom ring with a crest.
- ๐ear-shaped bodytype, long neck. Best described as 'soft' in a good way.
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๐ฎarnaline has always been a viciously ambitious woman, a bit too much for her own good or that of everyone around her. She's got the ego of an elf, the belief that anyone can be conquered eventually, and the certainty that she can get everything she wants, even if it's a petty whim on a whim. If she can't find the perfect environment for all of that, she's often sure she can create it herself.
๐ณer apparent enjoyment of life and party starter personality isn't exactly a ruse or lie, but it's not what one thinks it is either. She does like people, she does like the little things in life - she's got zest as much as the next girl and the fearlessness of jumping into risk to boot. She just... finds pleasure in the darker tresses of her vocation too. At least she's a hard worker with a track record of failure and hardship that haven't enroached on her ambition at all. Or even slowed down her scheming. In fact, she probably believes despair and woe is beneath her.
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- ๐lways out on a Saturday night. Often out during the week due to some invite or another.
- ๐ดnvolved in charity like a self-respecting socialite. Known to fund creative efforts in the community. Weavers, writers, composers, musicians, tailors, everyone other than painters.
- ๐ses all the pet names: darling, sugar, tidbit, doll, dear, sweetheart, buttercup, etc etc etc
- Enjoys a glass too many
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"What came first. The problem or the solution?"
๐ญorn into a disgraced lineage of high elves that nursed her on stories of the elven kingdoms' golden age while they had ran in cowardice from war not even 50 year ago, she soon gave up on whatever pride and superiority she was supposed to parade around the unwelcoming village of Hin and counted only on herself for social survival. Painful to pride though it might have been, footrugging herself to peers and downplaying her smarts lessened the bullying and allowed her into various avarris friend circles without much suspicion, at which point she revelled in pitching the stupid lizards against each other, targeting those wise to her scheming and leaving only those big, dumb, friendly or all three around. Warming up to the avarris left her out of her father's good graces and with nothing keeping her in Hin besides a good friend or two, she jumped into the first boat to Ho'narr and sailed towards home.
๐ slightly more hostile terrain welcomed her there and she even resorted to hiding her ears, but she betted on her charisma and making connections with idiot scaled that enjoyed having their ego stroked by an enemy, which worked to leave her unscathed. There was an embarassing period of rags, scraps and jeers of course, short and sobering, before she got the nerve to take up pick-pocketing, earning a broken nose but avoiding a humiliating death on the cold streets of Ho'narr. Even more humiliating was having to ask around for shelter and food in exchange for work. But she bagged a job shortly and even prospects for education in the face of a merchant who was willing to upgrade her wardrobe if it meant attracting more customers. She paraded as a 'human' with radiant beauty and a dazzling smile hiding a silver tongue. She made bank on the stalls and was allowed to become his apprentice, learning the trade and gaining an uncanny understanding of how to read and sway a customer. It was at the time that she became Carnaline and for a surname, she took that of her mentor.
๐ฃravelling for the first time with a merchant caravan through the wealthier parts of Ho'narr changed her prospects entirely. Seeing the well-off living the lives that her father had maintained her kin deserved, Carnaline decided to set her sights there. From the marketplace and its inhabitants she'd learned to sew, bead, weave and sell, anything the customer wanted as well as herself. She knew people as soon as she met them. Prepared for a job with actual pay, she bid farewell to her mentor and risked another venture out in the world of the higher echelon. It took a frustrating while until someone would hire an elf, but her kin was famed as masters of crafts, so a mixed arts atelie soon took her in, as a seamstress and seller in the corner clothes shop of the building. It's where she learned to dress far above her station and even met her first love. She'd had suitors before but thoughts of romance only came after she finally felt secure and safe. There was nothing sweeter than being the muse of an artist, but fickle words like 'muse' meant little to those who swooned at beauty too easily; that she discovered soon, after catching her lover in an affair, and leaving with her heart in pieces and frustration at trusting it before her mind. She remained at work there for long enough to amass a cheap but pretty wardrobe, earn enough to rent a place, befriend her richest customers and take them with her when she left.
๐ณer own little brand, Atelie Andeu, never grew much as she trusted no one enough to hire employees, but enough people were willing to wait for her designs that she felt no need. The dumb rich fish flocked to the sweetest food, even if it was a crumb, it seemed. The money... she used on education. Psychology first since it'd served her so well, purely so she could better spin people in circles. Then Behavioural Analysis after she sought to earn back the money spent and had a stint as teacher, then psychologist, eventually slowly worming her way into more serious work until the need for a expertise arised so she could test her mettle against worthy oponents: liars, thieves and criminals of other sorts, motivated by a severe hatred for her own mistreatment over the years. She maintains both businesses now, a little seamstress atelie as her main passion, and the rarely sought out status as a Criminal Profiler on the side that occasionally allows her an excuse to travel wherever she's most needed. Sa'vel is her most visited place lately. Some lizards are running the underground and some more lizards are messing around with some lizard god cult, apparently...
Edinian Gaeruth
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Nothing but a coward who expected of his children to make up for what he and his ilk had not achieved in their lifetime - fame, glory, riches, but only achieved on his terms, and that drove a wedge between him and Carnaline quite early on. The woman harbours only pity for him now, but can't shake the ideals he raised her on quite yet. Perhaps she will never not be a Gaeruth elf in the purest sense until she lets go of her pride, greed and envy, but that doesn't mean she can't loathe those traits while they last.
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