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Mabel (Mab) Prell
Race: Mer, Category 1
Date of Birth: 16 years (Ashan 100th, 705)
Place of Origin: Darbytown
Current Location: Scalvoris Town
Interests: Mysteries/Secrets, Fauna, Trees, Books
Employment: Animal Trainer/Caretaker at The Menagerie
Worships: Primarily Cassion, but Chrien and Moseke to a lesser extent.
Marks: None
Factions Joined: None
Languages Spoken: Scalveen (Fluent), Common (Conversational), Common Sign (Broken)
Goal: Travel Idalos collecting stories, legends and myths and create an encyclopedia of Idalos stories. Also dreams of owning a printing press company that prints and binds books in creative nontraditional ways.
At six feet tall Mab is a statuesque monument of a woman. She glowers with all the subtly of a grizzly; broad head, small bathypelagic blue eyes, and a deep heavy jaw. Thick ropes of black hair are kept off the nape of her neck through ornate twisting and braiding that her mother agonizes over to tame the otherwise tightly wound curls. She is romanesque with high eyebrow arches, pillared legs, and broad arched hips and shoulders. Mab is built for brutal and heavy work but is almost always seen in skirts and dainty jewelry and revels in all things fine and delicately feminine. In contrast to her brutish physique, Mab's facial expressions are soft and day-dreamy and she would rather write and read than wield a weapon. If spotted unawares she will almost always be gazing into the distance with a woebegone frown and misty eyes. Her torso, back and legs are a similar orange to the coconut octopus her tentacled form resembles and small pearl-white circles dot her body and face like freckles.
Burnt orange thick frilled tentacles resembling a coconut octopus fill the space below her navel. A thick black line runs the edges and pearlescent white circles dot the frills creating a false bioluminescence in shallow waters. Her upper body resembles a humans excepting the brilliant orange pattern that extends along her stomach and ribs and up the back of her neck. Her body and face are covered in small white freckles.
Mab is a font of poetic lyricism and a dervish of energy. She has an appreciation for bawdy songs, insult volleys, and performance. In others. She herself is a quiet weeping willow of a woman often spouting youthfully naïve demonstrations of hope. Mab paralyzed by indecisiveness in all things - she can hardly decide what to wear on any given day. She is a prism, taking any matter and splitting it into a rainbow of perspectives. However, she admires decisiveness in others and wishes she could be so bold and fearless. Mab longs for excitement beyond the daily humdrum of Darbyton but constantly finds herself running from danger despite herself. The young girl dislikes routine and is easily bored, but antithetically her daydreaming often leads her to routine to allow for such preoccupation of her mind.
Her resounding love for Cassion is born of her desire for travel and adventure. What is often forgotten about adventure and travel she thinks people forget is the long trials alone on the road. These long bouts of solitude and self-reliance is as appealing as the promise of new discoveries and new peoples. Her parents would describe her as a solitary and quiet romantic and worry that her ambitions, driving so contrary to her nature, will lead her to unhappiness.
Date of Birth: 16 years (Ashan 100th, 705)
Place of Origin: Darbytown
Current Location: Scalvoris Town
Interests: Mysteries/Secrets, Fauna, Trees, Books
Employment: Animal Trainer/Caretaker at The Menagerie
Worships: Primarily Cassion, but Chrien and Moseke to a lesser extent.
Marks: None
Factions Joined: None
Languages Spoken: Scalveen (Fluent), Common (Conversational), Common Sign (Broken)
Goal: Travel Idalos collecting stories, legends and myths and create an encyclopedia of Idalos stories. Also dreams of owning a printing press company that prints and binds books in creative nontraditional ways.
Legged Appearance
At six feet tall Mab is a statuesque monument of a woman. She glowers with all the subtly of a grizzly; broad head, small bathypelagic blue eyes, and a deep heavy jaw. Thick ropes of black hair are kept off the nape of her neck through ornate twisting and braiding that her mother agonizes over to tame the otherwise tightly wound curls. She is romanesque with high eyebrow arches, pillared legs, and broad arched hips and shoulders. Mab is built for brutal and heavy work but is almost always seen in skirts and dainty jewelry and revels in all things fine and delicately feminine. In contrast to her brutish physique, Mab's facial expressions are soft and day-dreamy and she would rather write and read than wield a weapon. If spotted unawares she will almost always be gazing into the distance with a woebegone frown and misty eyes. Her torso, back and legs are a similar orange to the coconut octopus her tentacled form resembles and small pearl-white circles dot her body and face like freckles.
Tentacled Appearance
Burnt orange thick frilled tentacles resembling a coconut octopus fill the space below her navel. A thick black line runs the edges and pearlescent white circles dot the frills creating a false bioluminescence in shallow waters. Her upper body resembles a humans excepting the brilliant orange pattern that extends along her stomach and ribs and up the back of her neck. Her body and face are covered in small white freckles.
Personality
Mab is a font of poetic lyricism and a dervish of energy. She has an appreciation for bawdy songs, insult volleys, and performance. In others. She herself is a quiet weeping willow of a woman often spouting youthfully naïve demonstrations of hope. Mab paralyzed by indecisiveness in all things - she can hardly decide what to wear on any given day. She is a prism, taking any matter and splitting it into a rainbow of perspectives. However, she admires decisiveness in others and wishes she could be so bold and fearless. Mab longs for excitement beyond the daily humdrum of Darbyton but constantly finds herself running from danger despite herself. The young girl dislikes routine and is easily bored, but antithetically her daydreaming often leads her to routine to allow for such preoccupation of her mind.
Her resounding love for Cassion is born of her desire for travel and adventure. What is often forgotten about adventure and travel she thinks people forget is the long trials alone on the road. These long bouts of solitude and self-reliance is as appealing as the promise of new discoveries and new peoples. Her parents would describe her as a solitary and quiet romantic and worry that her ambitions, driving so contrary to her nature, will lead her to unhappiness.
