<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/ca/15/4cca15742e0471901f0b7eae01de1f21.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dafina Forestbreeze (https://dicecloud.com/character/nFvYa6qH5wWZTEAeq/Dafina-Forestbreeze-Fin)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/23 -<strong>AC:</strong>12 (17 w/Shield)<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 2/2<strong>SP:</strong>3/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Mage Hand (this is gonna be up pretty much all the time, unless Breeze needs her action for something else)<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Ocarina Performance = 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=157092)<br/><hr/>Dafina sidled up to Drip as he started strumming his lire and reciting limericks.<strong>"Oh, how lovely. Another musician. I too dabble a bit in the melodic arts."</strong>The redhead procured a smallish instrument (https://cf.shopee.ph/file/e9731749c133bdc45b49387912e8f170) that looked to be ceramic in make. With a mouthpiece, a bunch of holes on the top and a couple on the bottom. It was dark blue and shiny, and well polished. She put the mouthpiece to her mouth and from out the tiny instrument came a playful melody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNUwYjYVgro). Breeze's fingers deftly dancing over the various holes of the ocarina to produce each note. At the end of the performance Breeze smiled an electric smile and stowed away her ocarina.<strong>"I would love to do a duet with you sometimes!"</strong>Dafina accepted the flagon of ale handed to her by the mysterious severed hand, which seemed to follow the flighty redhead wherever she went. She took a mighty gulp and listened as the pretty elven lass spoke.<br/><br/>There was sense in her words for sure. And, Breeze supposed, Drip's doubts about their proposed mission were just as valid. As for her, sense never played much into how she led her life. Doubts, even less so. But even she needed direction or a heading. Even if it was, often times, picked at random.<br/><br/><strong>"So, did you have someone specific in mind? Or did you want us to go out and just pluck people from the road to staff your Cave Inn!"</strong>Dafina's eyes sparkled at her silly pun.<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Profile</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Dafina Forestbreeze<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Air Genasi<br/><strong>Class:</strong> Wild Magic Sorc<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: (~4)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Red-head: Need we say more!</li><li>Exotic Allure: Dafina has an exotic magnetism about her that draws people in.</li><li>Windswept: Breeze always looks like she'd been waylaid in the best possible way in the bushes by the side of the road. Or maybe like she was the one doing the waylaying!</li><li>Lush: The girls are always poppin'!</li></ul><br/><strong>Personality: (~3)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>"Stop apologizing for me!": Dafina doesn't mince words.</li><li>Bulldozer: At first you think she just doesn't know how to read a room. And then you realize, she can! But she does the elephant in a china shop anyways!</li><li>Whimsical: Wild and unpredictable. Chaos incarnate!</li></ul><br/><strong>Background: (~ 5)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Me nan, a consummate romantic, and a herbalist goes to gather herbs in the woods by the moonlight. Encounters a spirit being. It swallows her whole. She wakes up in the morning in the forest none the worse for wear. Soon enough finds out she's got a bun in the oven. Mum's born nine months after. With apparent air genasi traits.</li><li>Mum, with no romantic bone in her body, but as good an herbalist as nan, already pregnant with me by some rando who split before he could even realize he was a father, goes into the woods to gather herbs by the light of the moon. Doesn't encounter any spirit-y figures. But passes out in the forest none the same. Morning comes and she appears none the worse for wear. Like mother like daughter.</li><li>Nine months or thereabouts I come into the picture. With air genasi traits. Just like mum. And, apparently, grandda.</li><li>I get my magic and with the first few spells I cast, we learn the consequences of mum's lil nap in the woods.</li><li>By the time I was like sixteen mum split, leaving nan to raise me. And if I took one thing from her, aside from the herbalism craft, it was that romantic notion of that one fated companion we each apparently get. Wouldn't it be real neat to meet that person, fall madly and passionately in love. Only, instead of settling down, just go adventuring the world over together. I <strong>am</strong> an air genasi as well after all. It is not in me to put down roots.</li></ul><br/><strong>Sexuality: (~3)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Topping from the bottom: Who says you can't top from the bottom?!</li><li>Passion's Bright Fury: She will pour every bit of passion into you. Until you can't anymore!</li><li>Let me see you: Wild hearts can be tender too.</li></ul></div></div>