A Closer Look
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“Her strength lay not in her blood and not in magic but in her muscle, in the agile way her feet lit upon the ground, in her skill with her blades.”
― Claire Legrand
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DETAILS
Appealing attributes ⪧ Neera’s long, pale white-gold hair falls in silken waves down to the small of her back, gleaming like spun gold under the sun. Her lithe, honed frame moves with a quiet, feline grace, yet her curves and well-formed breasts lend her an undeniable feminine allure. Her bright turquoise eyes, ringed with gold, are strikingly intense, framed by long lashes and full brows that give her an almost ethereal beauty—dangerous and unforgettable all at once that draws people in before they realize it.
First impression ⪧ Being Neera Morgane, she is feared as a ruthless and efficient killer. When threatened or otherwise challenged, her eyes take on a defiant, fierce cast to them, a promise of trouble. Yet beneath her ruthless composure lies a compassionate heart plagued by past nightmares, a girl who refuses to bow, forever ready to burn the world to protect those she loves.
Defences ⪧ Her first line of defense is her proficiency in handling multiple weapons; then her most immediate reaction when she is angry or sad is to channel her darker emotions into a barely-contained rage or killing calm. Though this gets her into trouble more often than not, it has also earned a reputation of its own.
Phobias ⪧ The loss of a loved one. When she cares for someone, she cares for them deeply, and has experienced enough loss in her life to never want to feel it again.
Voice ⪧ Her voice is low and smooth, with a quiet, commanding edge that can shift from velvet softness to cutting steel in a breath. Even her silence feels like a promise, leaving the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.
Scars ⪧ She has many scars scattered across her entire body, including those on her back which she received from whips for disobeying the Guildmaster's orders.
Talents⪧ Neera moves like moonlight—silent, precise, and gone before the blood cools. She can slip a blade between ribs without her target realizing they’re dead, reading a room’s tension the way others read a book. Her reflexes are honed to instinct, every step calculated, every strike a promise kept in steel, making her the deadliest blade the Assassin’s Guild has ever seen.
Scent ⪧ She smells vividly of crackling embers, with hints of dragon's blood and spicy star anise. Her scent is rather distinctive which makes it easily recognizable from other scents. She relies thus heavily on the Guild's lemon balm which masks her scent from other Fae.
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FAVOURITE...
“She didn’t know what to do with it, that rage. It still burned and hunted her, still made her want to rip and roar and rend the world into pieces. She felt it all—too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved and dreaded, more than other people, she sometimes thought.”
― Sarah J. Maas
|COLOUR| ⋄ X.
|HIDING SPOT| ⋄ X.
|ANIMAL| ⋄ X.
|BOOK| ⋄ Her favourite book is X by X.
|HOBBY| ⋄ X.
|MODE OF TRANSPORTATION| ⋄ X.
|FLOWER| ⋄ X.
|ICE CREAM FLAVOR| ⋄ X.
|PASTIME| ⋄ X.
|DISH| ⋄ X.
|DRINK| ⋄ X.
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FAVOURITE...
|TIME OF DAY| ⋄ X.
|SOUND| ⋄ X.
|ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE| ⋄ X.
|GEMSTONE| ⋄ X.
|SEASON| ⋄ X.
|WORD OF PHRASE| ⋄ "X".
|EYE COLOUR| ⋄ As of recently, she finds herself rotating towards a pair of X.
|ELEMENT| ⋄ She has a natural affinity for X.
|LANGUAGE| ⋄ Neera is fluent in several tongues, her voice shifting effortlessly from the crisp precision of Latin to the lyrical cadence of ancient Fae. She can slip between languages like slipping into shadows, using them to unlock hidden texts, extract secrets, or bend a conversation to her will. Each language she speaks is a blade in her arsenal, honed as sharply as the daggers at her belt.
|TEXTURE| ⋄ X.
|MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE| ⋄ X.
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“She tried to allow herself only one biting remark an hour, and she had already overstepped her allowance.”
— Anne Stuart
