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Elune #813

Rivers-Of-Red #442

Level

716

Experience

Silver

Passage

War

Neutral

Peace

Neutral

Knowledge

Neutral

Power

Neutral

Achievements

No Achievements

Titles

The Witch of the Mountain

Vanquisher of Evil

Character Details

Name: Elune

Nickname(s): Moon

Health Status: Healthy

Gender: Female

Age: ???

Height: 156cm

Weight: 728lbs

Build: Standard

Coat: Savage

Genotype: DSs/cr/br/bk/Ash/Lu/Hel/Sp/AC/Pn/FD/St/Mrl/Ap

Phenotype: Helix Dusk Silver with Splash, Accents, Pinto, Faded, Stitch, Merle, Appaloosa

Horns: None

Physical Mutations: None

Mutations: None

Slots: 9 Used / 12 Available

Design Credits

PrinceAIex

Personality

Elune is assigned the traits of aloof and paranoid when most ask about her. Solitary, for the most part, it is safe to say she does not possess many friends, not that she cares much for company anyway. When she drags herself into town, that once-in-a-blue-moon scenario, those she meets there describe her as awkward, a bit emotionless, hard to read. Expressions dont fit well on her facial structure, you see, unless of course the moment absolutely calls for it (and spoiler, most moments dont). She is untrusting of new faces and new situations with a whole mental checklist required to be marked off before she even considers relaxing and taking off that mask. Her headspace is one convinced of imminent betrayal from someone close to her or the gods striking her down at a moments notice. Hence, the hesitation, to allow much more than what shes got into her heart. She sure can talk though, made apparent by her constant mumbling to herself, should you get close enough to hear the whispered words off her breath. Behind her antisocial walls youd find a Felvarg with a borderline dangerous obsessiveness when presented with a problem or puzzle to sort through. Should it catch her interest enough, every thought begins to revolve around theories, potential leads or explanations, and such necessities like sleep or food becomes second, third thoughts. In such a stupor of investigation theres no doubt Elunes health isnt... the best. Bags under the eyes, bones peeking through thick coat, she simply becomes so engrossed in the puzzle in front of her that everything fades like background noise. A friend, no doubt, would be useful in such situations- *someone* should remind her to take care of herself, but shes never been close enough with anyone to allow them that honor. Luckily enough for her, she does tend to toddle on the right side of bright, and solving puzzles comes rather quickly for her. One of these days shes going to run into something bigger than herself, though...

History

One misstep. That was all it took. On the ground one moment, tumbling down, down, below the earth into a dark cavern below.
Not that she minded- she'd been alone before, and she was alone now. Not much of a difference. She didn't mind.
She did mind the twisted ankle, however. It shot pain up her leg every time she tried to put weight on it. Don't yelp, she told herself, you don't know what's down here.
But oh, that sentiment piqued her interest. She certainly *did not* know what was down here. Did anyone? She tapped a jar she kept stashed under her cloak and the fireflies began their blinking as they woke up. The reaction was immediate, though it wasn't dread as one would expect upon seeing such a sight- no, Elune merely felt... intrigued. What oh what did they have here?
An abandoned catacomb, it seemed.