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[Crystal Tears]

Name: Na’Wynth de Luun (Wynth to friends)

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Rank: Accepted

Appearance: Standing at a proud 5’10’’, Wynth is quite easily one of the taller women at the White Tower. Her hair is black, with bangs cut to frame her face and rest is layered. The longest strands come down to just below her shoulders, but not any farther. It has a sort of tousled look that many find attractive. Some of the longer strands are tightly braided with bright, colour beads weaved in. Her earrings are creature’s fangs and smaller strands of beads on silver and gold hooks. Her eyes are an entrapping grey-emerald coloration, often lined with dark eyeliner of sorts. For clothing she appears to wear a combination of styles (barbarian (furs), gypsy and belly-dancer). Wynth effectively wears three skirts, the longest is the first layer of the bunch, it’s black, and is longer on the right side then the left (the longest tip coming down to just above the knee). It’s unevenly cut and sort of curls at the edges. The second layer is a dark blue with a faded aqua stripe. It’s more of a piece of cloth she tied around her hips; the knot is on the left side. The final skirt is a short one with silver coin-like ornaments hanging loosely from it. So when she walks she effectively jingles, though can be oddly quiet when she wants to be. Her top is a simple piece of black cloth (feels somewhat like silk), that’s been formed into a halter-top by criss-crossing the material across her chest. She wears a multitude of rings, some simple bands of silver or gold, while others have precious stones in them. She has a few bracelets made out of leather, yet no necklaces. Wynth doesn’t wear footwear; she’s become used to bare feet and feeling the elements under them. Putting boots or shoes on would seem very strange and uncomfortable for her. Apparently, so would wearing modest clothing, she shows a lot of skin. She doesn’t seem shy about it at all, the few scars she has she bares proudly. On her right hand is a small, tattoo that resembles Egyptian styling (it’s on the back of her hand, and is simple lines flowing from her thumb to the tip of her index finger). Oh and she’s slightly tanned.

Personality: Wynth isn’t shy; she also doesn’t sugar-coat anything. She will, and without a second thought, tell it how it is. She’s very smart, though she may not know everything, once she learns something new, she rarely, if ever, forgets it. She’s cursed with a photographic memory, something that even annoys her at times. She can come off over-confident and cocky, but she believes her skills back her up. Free-spirited, hates restrictions and limitations, only because Wynth has long lived without them. She had a particular dislike for men, acting colder and much more sarcastic towards them then she would a woman. She is fiercely protective of her things and privacy, odd for a woman who is so out-going to be secretive, but she just is. However, she immediately respects anyone who can dance well. Wynth is a phenomenal dancer; she appreciates the expression and emotions the art displays.

History: Na’Wynth de Luun used to be Na’Wynth de Sol, a proud woman of the travelling tribes. Though rarely seen by many, the tribes would often send a representative to cities and towns to trade for resources. Her people are secretive, and will protect what is theirs and their people against all invaders. It was this very fact that changed Wynth’s life. A band of raiders happened upon the tribe, and attacked without hesitation.

The men were killed outright, brutally and in front of the women. With their hopes dwindling, many women did whatever the raiders wanted no matter what it was. She couldn’t believe their complacency, and her rage and misery boiled over. As one of the raiders grabbed her arm, he began to shriek and cry out for help.

Before everyone they watched him burst into flames. No one knew what to do, being so remote; they had never seen magic like this before. Wynth was lost in black rage, the ropes binding her turned to ash, and a searing pain shot through her.

Everything, in her mind, needed to die.

The raiders for what they did, the men for failing to protect the women, and the women for being so damn complacent.

So as she collapsed to the ground, the fire roared outwards.

When she awoke, she found everything charred and everyone dead. She was distraught, unable to handle what happened she ran. Guilt twists her soul, but so does a deep anger and resentment towards men. She changed her end name to de Luun, to secretly show her hate for the weakness of her tribe.

Eventually she found her way to the tower, not sure how but she did. xD

Potential Ajah: Red

Relationships: Someone be my friend! XD

Other: She can only weave(?) when men are present. And she’s NOT a tinker(er?) --; She also has a distinctive accent (would sound Australian to us).

Omg description... I went on a little tangent, I'm sorry XD