Name: Evara
Race: Ice/Shifter
Gender: Female
3 Base Traits: Self important, Cold, Untrusting
Personality: Evara is always doing things that only benefit herself, she shows little care for those around her. Get into a group to fight something? She'd hit a team member without little thought if it gets rid of the other target as well. She really wouldn't care, if confronted she would just shrug and comment, 'they got in my way' and carry on.
She is also very cold and perhaps a bit disconnected to creating healthy relationships/friendships with other people. Enjoying much of her own 'alone' time. She cares little to have others around, often driving them off or making things very uncomfortable.
Then there is her untrusting nature, no one is seen as 'friend'. Acquaintance is even a stretch with Evara. Keeping everyone at a polearms length away, the more space the better. Holed up in a strong shell that was built up over the years.
Description: Evara was born with the shifter's midrange night skin tone(Swatch 2) and . Her white hair with braids lay behind both her ears and over her shoulders while the rest is pulled back into a long/loose tail that could reach down to her waist.
Clothing: Something like her ref, not as revealing as most around her. Her body is for herself after all.
Accessories: Thin silver bands that wrap around her braided hair, some can have a gem on them. (Ref will be added of my DnD character)
History: Evara was a blessing to the Ice/Shifter pair.
Years would pass and Evara would just lose interest in the whole making of friends. She fell away from playing with her shifter friends, losing contact with many of them. Her parents worries for her well being asked her why this was so, she just answered that her interests were taking her elsewhere, she was about the age of 10. Her attention turning towards book learning then getting out there and interacting with others.
As she reached her teenage years, Evara has become the bookworm. Avoiding going outside all together and prefers to just stay inside and in her own corner. The few times that she did venture outside it was to satisfy her mothers that she wasn't entirely dead inside, in these times she would find a secluded spot in the trees to read. Somewhat ignoring those around her,
