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Found in alley between a temple and a brothel by a blacksmith, her tail still furled. Swaddled in the finest linen with a simple but elegant scalloped edge dancing with gold thread. | |||
As the blacksmith picked up the mewing bundle the blanket slipped off her head - revealing a halo of blonde curls almost hiding two pearl like nubs growing out of the top of her head. Byron tucked her into his pocket and gave her his pinky to nuzzle as he went in search of milk for this little surprise. | |||
The infant dozed and she swung back and forth. Wrapped around a warm hand, the hustle and bustle a fitting lullaby. As they approached the goat farm two tiny eyes flew open, their golden orbs looking all around as the baby started to suck on her lip. The man dipped his napkin in the flask of milk, and as soon as the hungry orphan tasted the warm milk she giggled with all her limbs - ticking the blacksmith's wrist with her chubby little tail. | |||
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Revision as of 20:02, 21 November 2023
| Rudra Apeksh | |
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 A portrait of Rudra Apeksh | |
| Basic Information | |
| Race | Tiefling |
| Class | Barbarian |
| Age | 23 |
| Sex | Female |
| Weight | 165lb |
| Height | 5'8" |
| Alignment | Chaotic Good |
| Location | |
| Here and There | |
| Organizations | |
| No known associations | |
| Descended From | Asmodeus |
Background
Found in alley between a temple and a brothel by a blacksmith, her tail still furled. Swaddled in the finest linen with a simple but elegant scalloped edge dancing with gold thread.
As the blacksmith picked up the mewing bundle the blanket slipped off her head - revealing a halo of blonde curls almost hiding two pearl like nubs growing out of the top of her head. Byron tucked her into his pocket and gave her his pinky to nuzzle as he went in search of milk for this little surprise.
The infant dozed and she swung back and forth. Wrapped around a warm hand, the hustle and bustle a fitting lullaby. As they approached the goat farm two tiny eyes flew open, their golden orbs looking all around as the baby started to suck on her lip. The man dipped his napkin in the flask of milk, and as soon as the hungry orphan tasted the warm milk she giggled with all her limbs - ticking the blacksmith's wrist with her chubby little tail.