Jaylith Duskholm

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• Basics

  • Name: Jaylith Duskholm
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: JayneStrange
  • Nicknames: Jay
  • Race: Forsaken (Undead)
  • Class: Warlock
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Deity: None
  • Age: 32 (At Death)
  • Size: Small
  • Body Type: Very thin
  • Height: 5'2
  • Appearance: Very pale skin, open rotting on her cheeks that exposes her jaw and some of her teeth. Bone elbows.
  • Hair: Faded Black
  • Eyes: Glowing Yellow
  • Scars: Around her neck. All along her back, but done in an artistic pattern.
  • Relationship Status: Dating Kaelorien.
  • Jewlery: A red stoned pendant on a silver chain.
  • Weapon: A simple scythe. Rarely seen with it in hand.
  • Talents: By night, fire and shadow magic, soul trapping, contracting demons. By day, costume making, stage propping, acting, singing.
  • Guild: Tirisfal Theatre Troupe

• MRP

  Jaylith is donned from head to toe in a dark purple attire, accented with green and silver trim with the robes coming all the way up and concealing her neck. She wears a dark purple hood, a skull like mask embedded in the front that only leaves the lower half of her face visible. If looking closely, one may see an impish smile playing on her dark lips, heavily contrasted against her ghostly pale skin. Around her neck is a silver-chain necklace featuring a red stoned pendant, resting on her chest. The round crimson gem seems to oddly shimmer and shine, as if something were moving within it.
  
  If one were to see her without her robes, they'd notice around her neck are old wounds that resemble burn marks in the pattern of chains. The warlock also sporting several markings along the flesh of her back, familiar to that of ritual branding that has scarred her skin in a simple but thoughtful pattern.
  
  With her mask removed, her dark sun-faded hair falls to the mid of her back, the locks waving in a gentle twist as the warlock lets it hang free and rest where it pleases. When her mask is on, most of her hair is tucked up into her hood with a few frontal sections falling out from the masks opening and down her chest.
  
  Overall, she's well pieced together. The most noticeable area of rot is upon her face as blotches of decay that decorate her cheeks and expose bits of her jaw. Along her elbows are sinew and flesh clinging to bleached bones that protrude from her gloves and vanish into the sleeves of her robes.
  
  She has a distinct smell of dust and old books and her boney claw-tipped hands are occasionally spotted with ink. The tips of her fingers are stained dark from her former craft.