Arcia
- Name: Arciana Bellarosa, Marshal Arcia or just Arcia to most.
Age: 25
Race: Human
Eye color: Azure
Skin color: Average
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Hair color/length/style: Pumpkin orange and pulled into a neat bun.
Unusual Features: Arcia is unable to walk and uses a clockwork wheelchair to get from place to place.
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A lady who always seems to have a cheerful smile to offer, Arciana Bellarosa is a woman of twenty-five summers by guess alone, small of frame, but large of mind. Her face is smoothed with pristine care, but prone to furrows in her brow from excessive pondering and studying. Hair reminiscent of the deep rich oranges of baked pumpkins and autumn leaves frames her face, half pulled back into a flipped-under ponytail. Pristine and well-cared for robes of a slightly creamy off-white colour cover her slender form, the buttons down the front reaching up to her throat and the high collar covering her neck. The sleeves are a bit wide, but seem to work well with her, and the sash tied around her waist is a cheerful red, the lengthy ends coming to rest in her lap. Boots of a soft-beige leather, slightly darker than the robes she wears and lined with fur at the top for winter, cover her feet. Her azure eyes twinkle with a love for humor, yet her demeanor at times comes across as no-nonsense.
Her height is hard to correctly determine as she is always found in a mechanical chair built in a clock-work design that hints at gnomish tinkering. Sacks and pouches are hooked over the side along with scrollcases which tend to clink together softly, producing their own music as she moves along. Seen around her neck is a lengthy golden chain bearing an amulet easily recognizable as the Amulet of the Marshalls when not tucked away into her robes, it's symbol depicting scales of judgement in perfect balance, alongside a fine golden chain bearing a ruby pendant in the shape of a raven in flight. Finally, a leatherbound book rests in her lap, a pair of spectacles hooked onto the cover which has been written with care by hand in a strange dialect of Draconic.
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