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Lucette #5878
1
Level
0
Experience
Bronze
Passage
War
0%
Neutral
Peace
0%
Neutral
Knowledge
0%
Neutral
Power
0%
Neutral
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Character Details
Name: Lucette
Nickname(s): Lucy, Lulu
Health Status: Healthy
Gender: Female
Age: ???
Height: 149cm
Weight: 786lbs
Build: Standard
Coat: Standard
Genotype: ss/cr/br/Bk/Sa/Td/Sd/Hl/Hd/Ac/Fro
Phenotype: Frost Black with Saddle, Tipped, Shadow, Highlight, Hooded, Accents
Horns: Horned (c)
Physical Mutations: Beard, Bobtail, Claws, Curled Tail, Fangs, Feathered, Flopped Ears, Mohawk, Silken Cheeks, Silken Rump
Mutations: None
Slots: 0 Used / 6 Available
Design Credits
kalmansielu
Personality
Noble | Dignified | Sensible | Courageous | Devoted
Once a remarkably skilled swordwoman among the humans of Jormungandr, Lucette was quite the feisty warrior within her youth. No challenge seemed too great for the armed mistress, always looking to use her battles to expand her evergrowing skills. She is a descendant of not just one, but three superior factions of well-known and everlasting clans; three that had existed for centuries. Luce always used this fact of her origin as inspiration to climb the ranks, even trying to best her ancestors and bring new tales to tell for future generations. The leaders had never seen such confidence radiating from a female warrior, already seeing that she was more than capable of becoming one of the best swordwomen of all time.
Once the infamous curse settled upon the humans however, she too even became a new form known as Felvarg. With this curse came its consequences - Lucette's confidence in her abilities was soon drained from her. She would never be able to hold a sword the same way again. The lady has tried countless times to use her new canidae jaws to grip to her trusty sword's handle, but it never seemed like enough. Her movements felt heavy and clumsy, far from the elegant and snappy reflexes of her human arms. Because of this, she settled for what she could only deem as second best - becoming a blacksmith for the Village of Hearth. The female gets a handful of patrons for her handiwork each month, which is enough for her to get by, but unfortunately not quite enough to make a living. She enjoys the processes and satisfaction of her customers nonetheless.
Ever since the unfortunate transition into her Felvarg self, Lucette has turned more reserved then she ever has been, as if she were a completely different persona. She keeps conversations short of deeper subjects, only scratching the surface when sharing her knowledge. With this being said though, there have been some rare instances where she will tell some tales from her youth, but only to those she feel could find the stories useful. The female is quiet, timid and always seems just a little bit miserable, usually more physically than mentally. She has somewhat adapted to being a Felvarg, but is often lost in her own head, thinking of how life could have been if she was still human.
If she is not tending to her stall in Hearth, she is usually out in the Great Maw or Ulfrheim's caves in search of new materials and jewels to create new weapons and swords.
Once a remarkably skilled swordwoman among the humans of Jormungandr, Lucette was quite the feisty warrior within her youth. No challenge seemed too great for the armed mistress, always looking to use her battles to expand her evergrowing skills. She is a descendant of not just one, but three superior factions of well-known and everlasting clans; three that had existed for centuries. Luce always used this fact of her origin as inspiration to climb the ranks, even trying to best her ancestors and bring new tales to tell for future generations. The leaders had never seen such confidence radiating from a female warrior, already seeing that she was more than capable of becoming one of the best swordwomen of all time.
Once the infamous curse settled upon the humans however, she too even became a new form known as Felvarg. With this curse came its consequences - Lucette's confidence in her abilities was soon drained from her. She would never be able to hold a sword the same way again. The lady has tried countless times to use her new canidae jaws to grip to her trusty sword's handle, but it never seemed like enough. Her movements felt heavy and clumsy, far from the elegant and snappy reflexes of her human arms. Because of this, she settled for what she could only deem as second best - becoming a blacksmith for the Village of Hearth. The female gets a handful of patrons for her handiwork each month, which is enough for her to get by, but unfortunately not quite enough to make a living. She enjoys the processes and satisfaction of her customers nonetheless.
Ever since the unfortunate transition into her Felvarg self, Lucette has turned more reserved then she ever has been, as if she were a completely different persona. She keeps conversations short of deeper subjects, only scratching the surface when sharing her knowledge. With this being said though, there have been some rare instances where she will tell some tales from her youth, but only to those she feel could find the stories useful. The female is quiet, timid and always seems just a little bit miserable, usually more physically than mentally. She has somewhat adapted to being a Felvarg, but is often lost in her own head, thinking of how life could have been if she was still human.
If she is not tending to her stall in Hearth, she is usually out in the Great Maw or Ulfrheim's caves in search of new materials and jewels to create new weapons and swords.
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