Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Datura (Dayt by ONE person)
Race: Sylvari
Gender: Female
Profesison: Necromancer
Age: 25 years old (woke 1304 with the Secondborn) - Human equivalant 43.
Faith/Philosophy: Follows Ventari's Tablet. All things have a right to grow. The blossoms is brother to the weed.
Relationship Status: Single
Notable Relationships: She has a few close friends - Sally and Ceirgein being a couple of them. Also has an occasional human visitor, a friend named Reed. Her pet shade that was with her for over two decades is gone, as is her mentor who was very dear to her.
Affliliations: She has visited the Priory on rare occasions, but she is mainly affiliated with the Grove.
Physical Descriptions: Average height, curvy but fit, blue skin with slight green patterning, and flowing red leaves for hair, with green bioluminescence, her eyes glow when she uses her magic. Often wearing an elegant leaf dress in reds, and accompanied by a small shade, and carrying a well used and cared for scepter and flowering focus.
Skills: She has some skill in necromancy magic, though she does better with marks and wells, having little skill with calling undead minions to her aid.
Interests/Hobbies: Datura enjoys dancing, socializing, and making friends. She does read sometimes, though she prefers to listen to the stories of those who have traveled elsewhere. Recently though she spends a lot of time on her own in quiet corners of the Grove.
Combat Prowess: 1.6/5.0
Alignment: Lawful Good
Personality Type: ESFJ, Extravert(44%) Sensing(9%) Feeling(66%) Judging(6%), "The Consul" (Almost ENFJ "The Protagonist", ESFP "The Entertainer" , ENFP "The Campaigner")
Personality: Friendly, welcoming, open and caring for others. Generally calm rather than excitable, patient and gentle. Always willing to learn more, but rarely venturing too far from her home in the Grove. Recently much more quiet, reserved, and frequently sad.
Background: Datura awoke in the year the second born first emerged, learning and exploring when the sylvari were still relatively few, knowing all of her brothers and sisters at the time. She had a lover for a while, who she would have liked to stay with for her life, but the Dream called them in separate directions and she reluctantly parted ways with him. She loves her family, and watched with dismay as they split when they grew, somet taking the path of Nightmare, others choosing the Soundless. She has rarely ventured too far from home, preferring to stay where she can help the saplings, but still getting to hear of the goings on in the world from those who travel, including one dear friend, teacher, and former lover of hers who brought back stories on his visits back to the Grove, with them often staying up late in the night speaking of what has happened.
When the Pact fleet went down, she had a sudden, sure knowledge of her dear friend being in terrible danger. Abandoning everything she knew she immediately set out into the jungle to try to find and help him. Though she encountered others who could help and they arrived before he died, they were not in time to save him, and her pet shade of over two decades faded as his life ended. Devestated and heartbroken, she returned to the Grove where she still mourns.
Current Activities: Trying to get back into teaching, reflecting on things.
Whereabouts/Residence: The Grove.