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Evangelina

Love life and smile.

Social Rank: 8
Concept: Ambitious Artiste
Fealty: Velenosa
Family: None
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Religion: Agnostic
Vocation: Artisan
Height: 5'7
Hair Color: Chocolate brown
Eye Color: Chocolate brown
Skintone: Sun-kissed olive

Description: Soft brown eyes shine with warmth, and the equally soft curve of her lips is more often than not arranged into a charming smile. Her hair is a tumble of chocolate brown waves, and her complexion is gently sun-kissed. The subtle curves of her frame match the sweetness of her face, and her fingers are particularly shapely and dextrous.

Personality: Evangelina wears her heart on her sleeve; her every emotion starkly visible in her expression. When she's happy she positively radiates with infectious smiles, and when she's sad, she's heartbreaking. Fortunately, she's got a cheerfully optimistic disposition and never stays down for long, offering her good cheer to all those she surrounds herself with.

Background: Evangelina never knew her parents, from what she's gathered she'd been born to a sailor that'd perished at sea. Turned over to well-meaning priests at the next port of call on the shining shores of Setarco, she lived a childhood full of happiness and laughter, a lucky lot in life for a motherless child, she knows. Despite being raised by the faithful, she's a bit of a curious sceptic, and believes that life, love, and happiness are what you make for yourself. The stories of the gods are beautiful still, in her opinion, and like all things beautiful, she collects them as she can, though she's far from an academic.

After coming of age, she became the apprentice of a smith, attracted to the proposition of making beauty with her own hands. As adept at working precious metals as she was at stringing shells onto cord to sell to visitors on the beach as a child, she soon decided to make her way to Arx, where her beautiful creations could be worn by the most beautiful and powerful people of the Compact. Who knows, maybe one day her jewellery could even be worn by the king himself, if she talks herself up enough. Modesty is, after all, overrated.

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