Darragh
Name: Darragh (pronounced darra)
Race: Human (culturally Biqaj)
Date of Birth: Unknown. It is celebrated at the start of Ashan
Marks: None
Factions Joined: None
Languages Spoken: TFluent = Common. Broken = Rakahi
Darragh is a young woman, looking much like a seedling forgotten in the dark: tall, slouching slightly, and slightly too pale. Her expression is normally a curious one, with large, black eyes that seem to stare at (and often through) anyone and anything that catches her attention. When immersed in her passions, she positively glows, although her habit of never meeting people's eyes tends to leave some unsettled. She has an upturned nose and a couple of pimples, plus whatever dust, scratches and bruises she's gleefuly claimed in her most recent travels.
Her frame is thin and lanky. She tends to wear boyish or gender-neutral clothing or accessories, such as tops with a loose fit, and favors greens and earth tones for their versatility both in and out of cities. Her favorite color is blue, however, and this can be seen in the few items of Biqaj jewelry she may wear. The beads, made of items she'd gathered over the years, from sea sponges to pieces of laquered wood to glass, are interspersed by pieces of wool or cloth in order to avoid them clinking. Her whimsy shines subtly though her otherwise worn clothing, for example the way that a tear might be repaired with a vine-like embroidery stitch.
She will gesture reflexively, and this, combined with her lack of eye contact, sometimes makes her look like a marionette on strings.
Race: Human (culturally Biqaj)
Date of Birth: Unknown. It is celebrated at the start of Ashan
Marks: None
Factions Joined: None
Languages Spoken: TFluent = Common. Broken = Rakahi
Appearance
Darragh is a young woman, looking much like a seedling forgotten in the dark: tall, slouching slightly, and slightly too pale. Her expression is normally a curious one, with large, black eyes that seem to stare at (and often through) anyone and anything that catches her attention. When immersed in her passions, she positively glows, although her habit of never meeting people's eyes tends to leave some unsettled. She has an upturned nose and a couple of pimples, plus whatever dust, scratches and bruises she's gleefuly claimed in her most recent travels.
Her frame is thin and lanky. She tends to wear boyish or gender-neutral clothing or accessories, such as tops with a loose fit, and favors greens and earth tones for their versatility both in and out of cities. Her favorite color is blue, however, and this can be seen in the few items of Biqaj jewelry she may wear. The beads, made of items she'd gathered over the years, from sea sponges to pieces of laquered wood to glass, are interspersed by pieces of wool or cloth in order to avoid them clinking. Her whimsy shines subtly though her otherwise worn clothing, for example the way that a tear might be repaired with a vine-like embroidery stitch.
She will gesture reflexively, and this, combined with her lack of eye contact, sometimes makes her look like a marionette on strings.