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Disgrace. Black fingers lifted to a cheek, slightly elongated, thick nails lightly scraping at the crusting scabs of wounds struggling to mend. Flayed flesh told any Keeper that saw these clawed tears exactly what she was, who she had been, and where she was going. "...Filth." Her voice rasped, the sound painful, causing her to wince as her throat and chest welled with pain. Her eyes grew wet, but she inhaled sharply, refusing to let tears stain her already fallen mantle. Besides, the salt burned the hell out of her gouged cheeks, but it couldn't quite seem to burn away the sin. She stumbled through the Shroud, trees that had been home, fam

Allynsia Dawnfeather was not your typical sin'dorei priestess of the Light. A woman of just 'slightly' above average height, her pale, golden-spun hair and honeyed skintone suggest a woman of purity and radiance, but her eyes, bright green with that familiar fel glow all sin'dorei share in varying degrees, say another story. A little brighter than many sin'dorei, her eyes reflect that this priestess does not merely look to the Light to draw on her power, but like any properly addicted and lusty elf, she dabbles in magic on all fronts, using it in every little nuance of her life, from manipulating others, to her day to day life, to enhancing b