<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>Another low roll. Let's see how many I'll manage below ten XD That was a 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=157676) on my ocarina performance. I had a +4 on that roll, which means I rolled a 3 XD<br/><hr/>Dafina felt like she'd been dropped right dab smack in the middle of one of the adventuring stories her grandmother had raised her on. Oh, sure, the herbalist was all bluster and bravado and exuberant extrovertedness. And it was true that she'd traveled the world a couple of times over. But from the moment she'd found herself in Prime's cave her life had taken a turn for the heroic and fantastical. Rescuing damsels in distress. Being witnesses to an honest to god duel. Escorting said damsels back to safety. And... Was Natasha fraternizing with the enemy...? And then Bekn had said something about being stuck in the middle. And it had reminded Dafina of a tale she'd heard about another realm. One where people were all born as female. And once they turned seventeen they all made a pilgrimage to a sacred place where they can chose their sex from that moment on. Be it male or female. And as any realm it had a tale about two star-crossed lovers who wanted to be free to live the way they were born without being forced to chose one way or the other. The tales of that realm had struck a cord in Dafina's romantic heart. It was both tragic and beautiful at the same time. And something about Bekn's forlorn expression and the way she'd cast her longing gaze at Nell reminded Breeze of those tales.<br/><br/>But with the duel having apparently settled the dispute with the young men and with Natasha for some reason having decided to drag Alex along with them the group had moved on to the tavern run by Bekn's mother.<br/><br/><strong>"You know... They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."</strong>Dafina had fallen behind to walk next to Falgrim.<strong>"But I say a man with a bruised ego is just as dangerous and to be kept a close eye on."</strong>Breeze muttered quietly to the dwarf, her cat-green eyes staring daggers at Alex's back.<br/><br/>Finally arriving at the tavern didn't seem to put Dafina too much at ease. This place, wherever they were, seemed to have an odd dynamic between the sexes. And as someone raised by women and with virtually and literally no male role-models in her life, Dafina found it disconcerting how the women were treated. First by lil Alex and his cronies and now Bekn's mother by this warrior. Breeze was taking a sip of her drink while Korha and Drip introduced themselves to their hostess. Her flaming eyebrows drew together in confusion when Natasha spoke. She could barely make sense of what the girl was saying through that thick accent of hers. But her last two sentences were intelligible enough to make Dafina choke on her mead. She coughed heavily up to the point of tearing up, her face turning crimson to rival her hair. Good think she could go indefinite time without air. Had she desperate need of the substance, she would have struggled to suck in lung-fulls in between coughs.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me guess..."</strong>Dafina started at length. Her voice now carried a sexy husk to it thanks to all the coughing.<strong>"You are one of those people who read the first couple of sentences from a book and then skip right to the end, right!"</strong>Breeze took a swallow of mead to clear her throat and grease her vocal cords.<strong>"Way to miss out on all the fun and exciting bits by skipping straight to the destination without going through the journey first."</strong>Dafina shook her head, then turned to grin and wink at Bekn. If Natasha was in a hurry to cross out chores from her to do list, Dafina had all the intention of immersing herself in the meat of this adventure, as it were.<br/><br/><strong>"My fair lady..."</strong>Breeze addressed Bekn's mother as she fished out her ocarina.<strong>"I hope you won't mind me keeping my hands and fingers occupied with this wee instrument here... lest they seek other targets for their restless energies."</strong>Dafina flashed a wicked grin and tickled Behn, before putting the ocarina to her lips. The tortured sounds produced by the small, clay, wind instrument were more akin to an amateur practicing. Rather than someone proficient with the instrument. Dafina, however, didn't appear one bit embarrassed or chagrined by this. She just kept tooting and hooting disjointedly as if trying to find her way into a melody that she was chasing in her own head.<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>