PropertyValue
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rdfs:label
  • Almondine
rdfs:comment
  • "A frail and flimsy shell of a woman" is most likely the best way to sum up Almondine's appearance. Like most of her kind, her form has been ravaged by decay, time, and the elements. Sandy blond hair, now lusterless, now hangs around the sides of her face like a worn curtain while the gaze of her glowing eyes flits about in a rather skittish manner. Almond's voice is light, gravelly, and usually no higher than a whisper or murmur. If she is to speak up, her voice tends to become less pleasant ("pleasant" being a relative term, of course) as it takes on rather unbecoming creaks and rattles.
Alignment
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Marital
  • Single.
Guild
Birthplace
Eyes
  • Glowing yellow
Residence
Age
  • 20
Hair
  • Light blond
Name
  • Almondine Delacroix
Weight
  • 79
Height
  • 1.0
Class
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Profession
  • Herbalist and Alchemist
Build
  • Decaying
Family
  • - Alexandre
  • - Galentine
  • - Jean-Louis
  • - Marie
  • - Minette
  • - Nicoise
Race
abstract
  • "A frail and flimsy shell of a woman" is most likely the best way to sum up Almondine's appearance. Like most of her kind, her form has been ravaged by decay, time, and the elements. Sandy blond hair, now lusterless, now hangs around the sides of her face like a worn curtain while the gaze of her glowing eyes flits about in a rather skittish manner. With each movement she makes, the faint sound of worn sinew stretching or the light rattling of bone accompanies her. The stench of decay that tend to follow the Forsaken is not extremely present with Almondine, but it seems to be partially masked by the scent of herbs and cooking spices. Whether or not that would smell remotely pleasant enough is up to the individual that is close to her, but otherwise it signifies that she at least tries to be considerate of the olfactory senses of others. Almond's voice is light, gravelly, and usually no higher than a whisper or murmur. If she is to speak up, her voice tends to become less pleasant ("pleasant" being a relative term, of course) as it takes on rather unbecoming creaks and rattles.