<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lady Elisia</span>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8713) -<em>Oracle of the White Covenant</em><br/><hr/>Elisia was all but puzzled as she suddenly felt a hand touch her. Unlike before it wasn't seeming to focus upon her assets but rather simply focusing to arch her back after her small bow. While she wasn't one to enjoy unnecessary touching of others, particularly without her permission, the gesture itself puzzled the oracle. As he spoke the oracle blushed lightly as she shook her head a bit.<strong>"Wh... what are you talking about? A simple bow is not meant to do such things!"</strong>She spoke as she tried to emphasize her words while speaking in a rather soft voice. It was apparent that, while considered an important part of her spiritual group, she wasn't exactly the type that took on as a dominant leader. It only was made to appear worst as the subject matter hinted at was a topic the woman seemed to avoid like the plague. Its not exactly a subject matter one of faith so openly engaged with. It was bad enough she felt as if the spirits haunting her seemed to have such devious thoughts when watching her. There was a reason she avoided wearing skirts when possible or had pants underneath.<br/><br/>She heard a voice behind her that sent shivers through her spine briefly. Her eyes shifted back as she looked at the trouble making woman. Her blush had faded as she seemed to show much more defiance in it. She shot a bit of a glare to her before turning her head away as if finding no reason to look upon her.<strong>"It is always good to see one who has not outgrown mischief and still seeks to use child-like behavior even after having become much more... experienced."</strong>She spoke adding in the last bit as a more subtle prod towards Ari to her age. While she couldn't say she had that large of a gap age wise over her, it was enough for her to find those comments rather effective. She kept her eyes off Ari as she seemed to play it off as if she practically wasn't there. She refused to glance back even if deep inside she sought to look upon her old friend.<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong> HP:</strong> <em>30</em>/<strong>22</strong>     <strong>AC:</strong> <em>12</em>     <strong>Saves: </strong> <em>4:4:4</em>     <strong>Init:</strong> <em>6</em>     <strong>CMD:</strong> <em>16</em><br/><strong>Buffs:</strong> None<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> <br/>-<em><strong>Heavy Mace</strong>: Atk: 4 | Dmg: 1d8+2 Crit: x2</em> <br/>- <em><strong>+1 Chain Shirt: </strong>AC: 5 | CP: -1</em> <br/>- <em><strong>+1 Buckler:</strong> AC: 2 | CP: 0</em><br/><br/><strong>Spells:</strong>    <strong>1    2      3     4     5</strong>   <br/>               <em>5  |  -   |  -   |  -   |  -</em><br/><br/><strong>Channel:</strong> 6<br/></div></div>