<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><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/>Dafina woke up unusually subdued the next morning. Save for the shock of angry red hair pointing every each way. She used a little bit of magic to put herself in order, though it failed to do anything for her mop of disheveled hair. But the gunk and smell of travel had been removed from her body. Instead she now smelled of a herbal garden and her skin appeared shiny and well cared for. Her clothes had received a similar rejuvenation even as she spilled out of the bed unenthusiastically and trudged towards the food. It appeared as if the wild redhead was not a morning person. But, perhaps, a more discerning individual would glean something else as well driving this subdued behavior. Either way, Breeze sat herself beside Falgrim and ate her food in silence. She liked the ginger dwarf. Sure he was grumbly, but he was spirited with it. And Dafina felt like she'd found a kindred spirit in him.<em>This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!</em>She thought to herself, her familiar lopsided grin threatening to unleash on her face. She didn't seem to care as much like the others about the hows and the whys of them being here. Nor did she care as much for the motivations that would drive the party towards completing Prime's request. That was one way she differed from most people. It was also why she was deemed flighty and wild. Allowing herself to be guided by the winds of the world.<br/><br/>It took her a bit to realize another person had joined their motley crew sometime after last night's events. But this too didn't seem to break her subdued demeanor as she ate breakfast quietly. Her trained herbalist nose picked up on the scent of tea leaves. Breeze felt a sudden heaviness within her. She leaned on Falgrin, as if the contact would somehow lighten her load. But it was still there as she watched the interaction between Drip, Korha and the newcomer. Who, apparently, was a nobility of some sort.<br/><br/><strong>"I just want to get back on the road!"</strong>She mumbled to herself wistfully. Though Falgrim could probably hear her as they sat shoulder to shoulder.<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><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thumbs</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1swQAPBG_kg-Qzg_NthAXxI3tcC4i1Zsb)</div></div>