Name: Lavender
Age: Appears early twenties
Personality: Aloof, callous, but occasionally kind.
Subject: Life lessons
Likes: Managing her bar, Nobodies, Carmen Rosengard
Dislikes: People who skip their tab, illogical things
Home World: Twilight Town
Keyblade/Weapon Name: Nixae
Path: Dawn
Side: Freelance
Magic: ??
Adept: Ranged and close combat
Inept: People skills
Bio: Lavender is at peace most when she is managing her bar, located next to the Train Station in Twilight Town. Although she can be brusque, she does seem to tolerate the flurry of Keyblade Wielders from the Academy that often wander in her doors to the point of wishing them a genuine, "Thank you, come again." when they leave. As all of her apparently ageless being has been wrapped up in in the upkeep of her tavern as long as anyone can remember, it's hard to separate her being away from the brown and orange environment of her establishment: The Blooming Sea.
Appearance: [Example: Lavender]
Lavender stands at 5'8", naturally a little stocky in her build due to a slightly muscular frame. Her skin light with a tinge of olive color to it, and her hair is a chocolate brown color. Layered, it falls to her shoulders in its front layers, and halfway down her back on the longer ones. She also has bangs which frame her face on either side, them and the first couple inches of her shoulder-length hair being dyed a vibrant royal purple. Her eyes are an oddity; irises entirely off-white, along with her pupils which are a slightly more noticeable milky white. One focusing on her eye movements can track what she's looking at, though it's certainly more difficult when her head isn't turned in the direction of whatever it is she's looking at.
Lavender wears a black, thick-strapped tank top with black lace creating a modesty panel. Over that, she wears a long-sleeved work shirt of a semi-sheer fabric that seems silklike. It is a darker purple than her hair is, and seems corduroyed from pinstripes of a thinner fabric of a slightly lighter color. She wears it opened and with the cuffs fastened, the likes of which are a shiny black color. She wears a pair of dark blue jeans that look by all means to be comfortable by how they hug her. The thighs are a slightly brighter blue, headed toward a mix between a normal denim and a full, ceruleanish blue. Her shoes, oddly enough, are pure white. They have no distinct features aside from the fact they entirely cover her feet and appear to have no seams, and no one's apparently bothered to take the time to ever notice them before to tell you if they're made out of leather or canvas or who really knows. They're just there.
Adorned around her neck is an intricate necklace, with tiny black links bringing small decorative chunks together. Just below her clavicle hangs an intricately bound dark purple crystal in the shape of a heart. It is locked into place by black metals clasping it down to the rest of the necklace, and at times, the crystal may glow a dark color and become warm to the touch.
"Somebodies..."
