<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3hKMRdo.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kanaria<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Clan Girin's Holdings, Kamthahr<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Motes:</strong>13/13 Personal | 20/33 Peripheral (9 Committed) | 7/7 Willpower<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>Dim<br/><br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>Armored Scout's Invigoration (4m)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261963.msg12939537#msg12939537">Quote from: Latooni Subota on 28-01-2017, 17:46:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A prodigy they wanted? Then a prodigy they would have! With the quiet jingling of bells, Mei Xi Huang (Traveling doctor and NOT Anathema!) swept into the room where the poor boy laid injured. While not the most incredible of beauties, the pink-kimono clad woman still turned the eye. It probably helped that her particular oufit was cut high for movement (and to reveal a fair bit of cinnamon-colored leg). Dark chocolate-colored feline eyes twitched on a mane of wavy hair, and a long tail swayed from side to side with a pair of silver bells tied to it for ornamentation. Over her shoulder she had a fair-sized pack, and in her obi rested a closed fan of immaculate quality lined with blue jade. She had every sign of being an entitled noblewoman, but the gentle smiles and physical contact seemed to suggest otherwise . . at least to a point.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, and this is our patient then? Let's see what we can do for him, yes?"</strong><br/><br/>A bit of an accent to her high-pitched voice as she knelt next to the injured boy, setting her pack down and retrieving her medical kit. Hands steady and gentle as butterflies she carefully examined the poor lad's wounds, careful to disinfect and cover anything she uncovered, and prevent him from losing more blood. Her long auburn bangs never quite seemed to block her gaze entirely as she supplemented her mortal talents in medicine with discrete essence around her, thankful for her styled hair (And a slim silk band) to keep her forehead hidden.<br/><br/><strong>"At the very least we will need to get him a good strong broth to help with his loss of blood once we pull him through the worst. Something made with a good stock of fish would be best, obviously."</strong> Obviously. Okay, Mei was perhaps a little self-assured, but her skill spoke for itself.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"I should certainly hope you know your business"</strong>came a voice at the opposite side of the entry --a soft sounding woman's voice inquired as the doctor swept in--blissfully unaware of the security that was on hand.<strong>"We've had more than a few charlatans claim their expertise, but the spells binding these wounds have defeated them all so far."</strong><br/><br/>The first thing that came to mind when one looked upon Kanaria was how<em>pale</em>she was, skin alabaster like one whom the sun couldn't--or decided not--to touch.  You'd think ghost blooded at first glance, but she had none of the other usual discerning characteristics of the Ghouls--her features were well formed from what was visible, lacking the warping and twisting that many of those poor half-born suffered from, and her eyes were a bright emerald shade, standing out in their own right.  Her black hair was likely long, but was presently tied up in a tight bun, concealed by the upraised collar of her armaments.<br/><br/>And<em>what armaments it was</em><br/><br/>She was clad from neck to toe in a strange black fabric--puffing out slightly at the shoulders to more resemble cloth, but otherwise clinging like a glove to the delicate looking woman.  It shined like well polished metal, but moved as easily as the gentlest silk when she shifted in place--the only coloration visible were the scarlet plates of jade molded in,  delicately enough to resemble filigree and decoration than to have much in the way of protective value--it almost seemed as though someone were trying to build a full suit of plate, but ran out of time and money before they could start adding the metallic portions.<br/><br/>Compared to that, the twin blades resting at her side--and in easy reach--almost seemed rude in their simplicity.<br/><br/><strong>"If you have any idea as to the force responsible for this when you're through though, feel free to point me in their direction."</strong><br/>