| Oplynache | |||||||||||
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| Activity | Active | ||||||||||
| Age | 53 | ||||||||||
| Race | Tei'kaliath | ||||||||||
| Health | Healthy | ||||||||||
| Family | Zerr'andaes | ||||||||||
| Mates | Elhvir | ||||||||||
| Children | None | ||||||||||
Character Info[]
Oplynache was a smith, then a warrior and has now joined the airship crew seeking adventure.
Physical Description[]
Has long red hair with gold streaks tied back messily. Wears shades of blue, white, red and purple.
Appearances[]
(Chapter 2, Moon2 Day22, 1/11/12) LA panel one: shows Orrul a picture of a Kurr to confirm the identity of the creature.
(Chapter 2, Moon3 Day09, 5/9/12) EA panel one: overseeing the construction of MK3 armor
Advices Made by this Clan Member:[]
"[Dvegar] More MK3 armor as soon as supplies arrive (8/35)." 4 votes. EA: Moon3 Day09
Non-canon (roleplay) Character Background.[]
Oplynache was born into a large, well known family of smiths and jewellers in [[[Shifaye'sindil]]. Her hair, as per her family’s custom was dyed according to her affinity. She would drive her parents crazy with her habit of snatching and hiding anything shiny, often going so far as to bury her treasures to keep them from being taken away. Her parents did find that, as long as they kept a close eye on her, she was very quick to learn her mother’s trade. Making trinkets seemed to repress her urge to steal them, at least for the most part. She was always upset when the time came to sell her treasured items, consoling herself by making more. She was trained in the balanced style of Tir'ay by an aunt who used to be in the royal guard.
During the fall of the Shifaye'sindil she was out with her little sister. Her baby sister suffered a head injury but they joined up with the exiles, fleeing the city. She doesn’t know what happened to the rest of her family but what she does know is that she couldn’t save her poor little sister who was her only comfort, the child died on the long journey over to Chel'el'Sussoloth. This caused her to fall into a state of despair, helplessness, disgust at life and self-loathing which she would not recover from until the shock and wonder of surface life drew her out of her shell.
Determined to start anew she’s put it all behind her and has started over again with a childish enthusiasm. She now enjoys the feeling of mud on her skin and has fallen in love with autumn, standing in the rain, the sweet taste of honey and open fires
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