Backpack (mwk), bedroll and blanket, Candles (2), chalk, dagger, flint and steel, grappling hook, hammer and 3 pitons, Healer's kit (10 uses), hemp rope, holly and mistletoe, leather armor, signal whistle, sling and bullets, scarves (2), soap, traveler's outfit and spare
Foods: 3 days trail rations.
Remaining coin: 7 cp
Appearance and Mannerisms:
Desiona's exotic elf features are prominent. Her lithe body, her angular face, her crescent ears, and brilliantly, piercing blue eyes. Her eyes though, look more human than the single color of the elf. Yet they still shine in the dark like a cat's with her low-light vision. Her hair and skin tone are different than what you'd expect of an elf. By the freshness and luster of her skin, one would guess she is a young 18 year old at most, yet she has been on the earth for twenty six years. However, she has a distinctly Varisian olive-tawniness that becomes darker during the sunny seasons. Her hair, rather than the usual Sovyrion silver, is a raven dark Varisian hue.
With her angular eyes and exotic face, yet human coloration, when her ears are covered, many think that she is from Vudra or Tian Xia. However, should one look closely at her dress, she clearly presents herself as Varisian. She wears colorful clothing, green breeches, or multi-colored woven fabric skirts, and red, blue or green vests or loose shawls. She always wears at least one of her family scarves with significant parts of her family's history embroidered in colorful, curvy Varisian calligraphy.
Her eyes are bright, and she often wears a smile. Although her body is lithe like an elf's she is quite voluptuous. She loves to dance, and perhaps would have been a bard or a performer, except she feels the pull of two very different worlds. The full potential of what her charm could be is lessened by her connection to the spirit world that often leads her to be distant in expression. She also has odd habits, such as fingering her lips, and twirling her hair on her fingers, and un-twirling, then twirling again. She occasionally tilts her head to the side as if she had heard some distant sound, and sometimes it is nothing. Other times, she claims to have heard footsteps echoing in another world.
Backstory:
Desiona's mother, Ilmmya, has told her the story many times. The circumstances of her birth were unusual, and blessed. It was the Swallowtail festival, and the there were more Swallowtail butterflies in the air than had been before in many years. Strangers greeted strangers from all over Avistan and beyond. Among them was a dashing elf, Desiona's father.
After their night of passion, Ilmmya's elf lover told her that he was no ordinary elf. He was touched by the fey, and he had the sense, as he new that Ilmya, as a skilled harrower had as well. Their daughter- you already see her, don't you? Shall be more attuned than even either of us.
Desiona was born and was impressively perceptive for a young girl growing up. As she became a young woman, her full abilities manifested. She traveled with her mother and their Varisian caravan up and down the Yondabakari and the Cinder Road, and as they journeyed, the young Desiona had an impressive sense for special places. She could feel were magic was pooled, like a river flowing into a basin. Her sense for magic was as intuitive as most people's natural vision and hearing.
Not only that, but she had a sense for the spirit world. She sensed whenever fey, dead spirits or stranger entities were around. With this power, young Desiona was able to pinpoint a tree inhabited by a dryad in a glade the caravan visited. She was able to warn against taking a certain road where they would come across prowling dead things, and eventually began exposing threats hiding in towns and cities where the caravan visited. She once exposed a creature hiding in the basement of an old road house, which was shortly disposed of by the warriors in the Caravan, and one time even identified a vampire hiding among a noble's entourage. The local heroes made short work of the monster afterwards. There were many other cases where she recognized instances of demonic possessions, reported hauntings in houses plagued by spirits, though every time, she would identify the monster, perceive the problem, yet never would she be the one remedy it. Some other greater hero would come by and end exorcise the ghost, or banish the evil spirit.
Over time, Ilmmya became concerned for her daughter. She was always the one to expose the monster, to identify the strange creature or spirit lurking among humanity, but it was always someone else who claimed all the glory of slaying the beast. Desiona remained in the background, never receiving any acknowledgement. Yet she is capable of so much more! As she became a young woman, her mother told Desiona that it is time. It is time that she embark on a grand voyage of her own, and learn how to be more than the eyes of the champions. She must become a hero herself, and discover her full potential!
So with much regret, though also much excitement, Desiona parted from her Caravan to seek glory of her own. She would have companions, of course, but they too would be young adventurers like herself. Conspiracy theorist, young archaeologists, ambitious explorers, fledgling warriors, just starting out in life, so rather than simply pointing the way for them and letting them have all the glory, she would raise to greatness together with them, and so not let her talent go to waste.
