Sraven PlumDove

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Lady Sraven PlumDove
Sylvankind Empath
Level 160

I have a unique background in that my grandfather was a god during the ice age and after. Not many know the name, for the god's because of greed had banded my grandfather. Lord Zjairan (possibly mispelled because of the fact I was not inducted into the family until later when he was Ramnoth.) Grandfather was a special person in my life growin up in the lands, his love and devotion always brings him back, his name was taboo because of the situation. He showed me love along with my grand mother. I was the last of the family to be inducted and I was inducted by granda father himself. His eyes turning red as the ceremony took place in the room where he created as a god.

I have kept my values the same as the day I came into the lands, I help everyone, and at times, help too much. I enjoy aiding everyone as some of you know from my being around for invasion etc.

I am also an honorary warrior, bestowed upon by Lord Doomkilla himself for my sincere efforts in healing and spelling up all warriors I meet. I am proud to wear the member pin I was blessed with.

Lord Cryheart was or is part of my family as well, through my brother Geijon who no longer is with us. We still care for each other, but his family roots are taking sape so what the future brings remains to be seen. Either way we will always remain close.

My closest family memeber is Shadowwind, He was son of Lord Zjairan as well, Shadown has been in the lands for many years, though his age will never show it. He also goes by the name Shadowreed. If you ever see him, send my love.

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You see Renowned Lady Sraven Vai'Shoan the Knight of the Frigid Timberlands.
She appears to be a Sylvankind of the Lassaran D'ahranal.
She appears to be mature. She has long-lashed violet eyes and golden brown skin. She has lower back-length, flowing purple amethyst-colored hair of salt-stiffened strands that are combed back in neat rows, each line echoing a conch shell's ridges. An alabaster comb murex strung with tiny pearl charms is pinned just behind one ear, holding a section of hair in a spiral twist as a focal ornament. She has a delicate face, a small nose and dimpled cheeks. She has an alum-traced butterfly wing earcap inset in shards of velvety sable moonstone attached to her ear.
She has a black raven tattoo on her thigh, and a faint silvery mark on her wrist.
She has an outline of fig violet on her round lips which are stained in metallic-sheened pewter.
She is in good shape.
A knobby sentient potato growing a sprig of Imaera's Lace is settled on her shoulder.
Gangrenous flesh lays open to expose the blackened bone of her ring finger where a smooth bone ring pierced by tiny crystal shards rests. Sickly green necrosis spreads to the back of her hand and wrist, while blistering sores ooze along her arm.
She is holding a helical plum-limned staff of intricately plaited illthorn limbs in her right hand.
The shadowsilk of her cloak writhes unnaturally about her, concealing her form.