Jillian
03-01-09, 10:42 PM
Full Name: Jillian Evers
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 125lbs
Occupation: Gypsy, Wanderer
Jillian grew up on the streets of Venice, quite different from those who were like her. She had split from the group in which her family belonged believing her clever mind would do better on its own. A gypsy… a type of person who always banded together, and here she was. A loner. Or perhaps, simply just headstrong. Deceptively sweet and charming, yet still so very true and strong of mind. She knew how to live, and she knew how to get what she needed to survive… the bare necessities.
She was never a material girl, wearing simply long skirts that flowed down in thin, layered cotton and modest shirts that were never of any sort of indicator that she was near wealthy. She wears the jewelry she make; clay shaped in artsy beads and pendants that were then sun baked and painted with natural elements. These pieces are never of any sort of extravagant beauty, and she relies on her charming personality and average looks to sell what she can. At the end of a poor day, she never has a problem finding her dinner by a less honourable means.
It is only ever her lovable sincerity and hasty feet that got her through her life on the street. Never would Jillian carry a weapon, nor anything that could possibly harm another being. Instead, she uses her sharp tongue as her weapon, for that is all she would ever need.
What seemed like a reality is but only a dream, as Jillian awoke in the world in which she has always existed... Athlanas. All that she thought she had been was but a figment of her imagination, or perhaps just a happy dream of a life she wished she could have lived in a world that couldn't possibly exist. Though, after this strange slumber, she did carry with her a few relics... the language that had been spoken in this dream, as well as the small, black leather bag of beads and pendants made from clay. Questionable indeed, but that doesn't matter any longer.
Now she sets out to wander this place called Fallien, so very new to her eyes and erased memory.
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 125lbs
Occupation: Gypsy, Wanderer
Jillian grew up on the streets of Venice, quite different from those who were like her. She had split from the group in which her family belonged believing her clever mind would do better on its own. A gypsy… a type of person who always banded together, and here she was. A loner. Or perhaps, simply just headstrong. Deceptively sweet and charming, yet still so very true and strong of mind. She knew how to live, and she knew how to get what she needed to survive… the bare necessities.
She was never a material girl, wearing simply long skirts that flowed down in thin, layered cotton and modest shirts that were never of any sort of indicator that she was near wealthy. She wears the jewelry she make; clay shaped in artsy beads and pendants that were then sun baked and painted with natural elements. These pieces are never of any sort of extravagant beauty, and she relies on her charming personality and average looks to sell what she can. At the end of a poor day, she never has a problem finding her dinner by a less honourable means.
It is only ever her lovable sincerity and hasty feet that got her through her life on the street. Never would Jillian carry a weapon, nor anything that could possibly harm another being. Instead, she uses her sharp tongue as her weapon, for that is all she would ever need.
What seemed like a reality is but only a dream, as Jillian awoke in the world in which she has always existed... Athlanas. All that she thought she had been was but a figment of her imagination, or perhaps just a happy dream of a life she wished she could have lived in a world that couldn't possibly exist. Though, after this strange slumber, she did carry with her a few relics... the language that had been spoken in this dream, as well as the small, black leather bag of beads and pendants made from clay. Questionable indeed, but that doesn't matter any longer.
Now she sets out to wander this place called Fallien, so very new to her eyes and erased memory.