Lilliana McClae

The Fiery Buxom

• Vital Stats

  • Name: Lilliana McClae
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Etherealdream
  • Nicknames: Lily, Red, AA
  • Race: Human
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good
  • Deity: Goddess
  • Age: 30
  • Body Type: Thick Hourglass
  • Height: 5'6
  • Weight: 167
  • Complexion: Fair
  • Hair: Variant Reds
  • Eyes: Amber
  • Handedness: Right
  • Scars: Starburst-shaped burn scar above the heart
  • Relationship Status: Exclusive

• At a Glance

  A woman of healthy hip and ample curve, this clever witch is a truly fiery spirit. Born a child to an old gypsy clan, the Garridan, Lilliana grew up in a world of endless curiosities. The blood in her veins holds a flare for the witchier arts, and fire-struck hair makes this woman hard to hold a candle to.
  
  Much like her ember hued tresses, this gypsy boasts a pair of eyes that roil and swirl, as if made from magmatic bits of amber instead of delicate pigmented muscle. All that color is a drastic and comely contrast to the pale, freckle-dusted hue of her complexion. There are mars here or there along the witch's body, one was created from violence and lies just over the skin of her left breast; a small but wicked, mottled starburst of a burn scar. The mark is glossy and unnatural, as though someone aimed a killing blow to her heart made of lightning. The second is a tattoo wrought of a simple black ink on the high outside of her right thigh; a devout pattern composed of a few choice emblems of her Goddess and magic. Both marks help serve different purposes in their own way, yet strength echoes in each of them.
  
  Occasionally taken for a buxom tendress or serving wench due to her preference for strapped, embroidered corsets and whirling petal skirts, its easy to say that the witch has got a fair sense of humor to go along with her boisterous temperament. Those with a serious-natured personality won't last long in this one's presence. She enjoys a good joke, a good drink, and good company. A shoulder of her's is an excellent place to cry on, her advice worthy of noting, and silvery compliments are dealt in fond, husky spades to those with a shine in her molten eyes.
  
  Magic, craft, and earthen arts. These are things born and bred in the witch, not learned. Though this fair-haired cherub is not above succumbing to the darker side of her temper when facing mortal peril, for the most part, Lilliana keeps her talents simple and helpful. Her Arts are most strong in eldritch, life drawn(and shared) energies, medicines and poultices, spells of beguilement and glamour, and weavings of protection and binding. A certain nature comes with her power, though, through the combination of a witch's eye with a gypsy's intuition, things most won't speak of or even be able to keep a name to.

• History

  She was born with her boots on, her mother used to say, and any passing glance could agree with such a sentiment. The world and all it's exotic brilliance was something Lilliana had oozing from every pale, freckled pore. From the scent of her perfume to the intense means in which she gestured during conversation. Although the circumstances of her birth and earliest years are not something the gypsy lightly discusses, there's never a hint to suggest it was anything other than downright magical. Power steeps itself as deeply in her as a tree does the soil, and there isn't a day that goes by you won't hear the witch praise the Goddess at least once or twice. That's right, Goddess, not God. You really think a male deity could craft existence?
  
  Growing up as the firecracker creature of the road she is, Lilliana caters to a wide variety of skills; she's apt in the arts of the pleasing taste buds, fire-side dancing, minor medicines, animal tending, bartering, bar tending, and other vagabond-born trades. She also enjoys the earthly arts of pottery and sculpture. Last but not least, it's quite easy to say this Less-than-Wicked-Witch is practiced in her own defense; living the life of a lone female on the road demands such skills with blade and magic to ward off uncomely calls.
  
  The realm of one's mind is often a tricky thing, and can be even in the simplest of creatures; Lilliana's in particular can be quite the labyrinth of pitfalls and stone walled traps. To all psions and beings of incorporeal-ly inclined powers and means, this gypsy witch is by no means some easily a traipsed upon playground, for her mind and soul are bound, irrevocably, but love and by darkness. This darkness that still lingers in her is a phantom of memories; selfish, wrathful, insatiable, and does not take kindly to those reaching for what he's claimed as his own. It is not sentient, it is a residue, the gypsy witch is able to tap and touch it as she pleases, but it cannot control her as it's source once did.
  
  The love belongs to hearts and souls not her own; the heart of a draconian, and the heart of a fae heiress. Neither are easily dissuaded, as their powers run deeply entrenched through time and magics of yore; for their bonds with the gypsy, for their love with the gypsy, their fondness, and their need for her sweetness. They hold their hearts and all the power with them beside hers, to defeat the gypsy, to truly possess her, is to extinguish the life of those that keep and kindle her flame.

• Gallery

  A collection of personal drawings, illustrations, photos, and photoshopped images(all used completely for non-profit and for my own private pleasure, of course),

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