Five foot five, dark
hair and eyes, bronze of
skin and slim of figure. Twenty-five years of age.
Growing up had
been a challenge to be not only the daughter but the son her father
never had. An illness having claimed her mother not long after she
was born, left her to take care of her father when she was old
enough. He was her idol, a man that would forget his head if it were
not attached for his mind preoccupied in all his experiments. He had
found a way to travel through time and it was all contained in a
special amulet of which he made two. One for him and one for her
when she reached the age of sixteen. It would be hard for her to
explain how it worked as her father would be able to. Something
along the lines of capturing enough energy into the special stone
that were attuned to her thoughts. All she had to do was focus on a
time and place and the layers of time would melt away.
After so many
years, now at the age of twenty and four, she felt like she belonged
to all the places she had visited and spent time. Ideas and styles
she liked she picked up along the way, most often found in well
fitted silver pants, a poet's shirt with a hippy fringed vest. Shoes
were the durable, comfortable, fused clog type that offered a well
cushioned sole that was resistant to wear. She knew of many things,
many secrets discovered in her ever evolving project as an observer.
Rarely will she interact and that would be to gain more information.
Her father's whereabouts lost due to an ethereal maelstrom and
presently searches for him. The last indicator brought her here.
Height of five foot nine, she is taller than average with brown eyes
and hair. Her heritage a mixture but what is known as the dark Irish
at Hollow Woods
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