__________________QUICK STATSName Willow Kyrian
Age 425
Gender She/They/He (she and they are most common though)
Species Starstrider Elf (House Archernar)
Ethnicity Aedolian, formerly from Samariel
Height 6'7"
Occupation Former researcher from Samariel R&D, and model; now fugitive
Residence Circle City, the Wastes
Voice Cate Blanchett as Hela__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical DescriptionWillow is, as their name suggests, tall and slender like a weeping willow. Their sharp bones are covered in taught, flawless slate blue skin, with natural teal hair in varying hues that falls all the way to the backs of their calves when let down from their usual ponytail. Their shoulders are narrow, waist slim and hips wide, with curvaceous long legs and delicate piano-playing fingers.
Willow is meticulous about their self care, spending a bit longer than most in the morning and evening with their usual routine. They know the importance of cleanliness and try to keep themself as much so as one possibly can when living out in the wastelands. They've also learned to be crafty to substitute for the lack of fashion boutiques, pilfering whatever materials they can to make new items to wear that are still fashionable and... Somewhat functional. They prefer loose, baggy and billowy clothing that shows off their slim frame the most.
PersonalityA metaphorical shit stirrer, to be put simply.
If there's one thing Willow enjoys, it's getting people riled up and inconveniencing them at the absolute worst possible times. Why she seems to enjoy the frustration of her peers so much is beyond anyone, but it's a relatively harmless hobby at the very least.
Incredibly vain, sometimes appallingly selfish and prissy, it may be easy for Willow to get on the nerves of some, especially if they've led any kind of hard life. She misses her excessive wardrobe, the drugs, her makeup, the nightlife and the fast life of a rising star, and will make a point of how much she misses these things sometimes to maintain the false image of a bimbo lost in the middle of nowhere, an easy target to take advantage of.
But if there's anything she is, it certainly isn't that. She's a thinker first and foremost, analyzing every situation with intuition and a keen eye for minor details. If something's fishy, you bet she'll pick up on it. She's also got the sense to plan ahead for almost everything, with backup plans A through Z if something should fall through. A meticulous creature, she'll take whatever precautions she deems necessary to protect herself--and her life's work--at almost any cost. She trusts few and even if she does trust you, you'll have no way of knowing it for sure because she's afraid to show it.
Magic/AbilitiesNone, she's just smart 8D
Minor stealth and self defense techniques taught to her by rebels, she's very nimble and those long legs make her a great runner.
RelationshipsHistoryWillow was born and raised in Samariel with her bibi and opo, and eventually one younger sibling by about two-hundred years. Growing up in a place of beauty instilled in her the respect and love for beauty, and as she is so pretty herself, love was something she received in abundance. From her peers, her teachers, her coworkers, and countless admirers. Her family was upper middle class, and thus she was able to work her way into college, where she got a degree in chemistry, though she considered more than once to switch majors into being something like an idol or a model. But she had too much thought and willpower to just be a pretty face, and thus decided to maintain putting her smarts to use.
Of course, during her time with other students from all other walks of life, she eventually came to learn of the underground movements to overthrow the government, of how life in Aedolis wasn't all it was cracked up to be for many people, and that change was necessary in order for the civilization to continue to grow and flourish. Over time, even as she entered the civilian Research and Development she'd dreamed of, she continued to learn how to play her part in the resistance, feeding information about secret projects and in the meantime working on something... Special.
She hates the people of this planet for turning it into what it has become, but most of all she hates the dragons for refusing to do anything about it, with all of their power and influence, they sit on their thrones, lazy and dull, half the creatures she eventually came to learn about through well hidden books. Everyone knows though, it takes a lot to kill a dragon, and to do so discretely, effectively, and untraceably. That was going to be her claim to fame, you see. Asides from the modeling she'd picked up on the side.
Well, keyword being "was".
Willow had, for decades now, been working on a discrete chemical that could be introduced into a dragon's blood stream to multiply and breed and infect other dragons at an alarming rate, an intense and intricate feat that many didn't have the talents or resources for. And she'd been doing a damn good job of getting close to her goal--theoretically, of course, with no dragons to field test it on yet--but apparently she got too close, and just as she was about to hit a breakthrough, a confidante informed her that she was now being hunted by the government. Someone had ratted her out. And with no time to prepare, she grabbed what little equipment she could stuff into a discrete briefcase and fled. She used every favor and backstreet she could, managing to make her way out of the safe bubble of Samariel and for the first time stepped into the world of the wastes, where only the unknown awaits her.
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