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Her Race: Nuit
Birthday: 1st of Winter 48 BV
Age: 560
Gender: Is as fluid as Ichor!
PHYSICAL
Jilitse walks with uncanny grace, as if floating in smooth lithe movements. She talks and murmurs quite often to herself, her sensual lips never parting big enough to let others see her greying tongue. Her voice is flat, if not chilly - it gives off a monotonous timbre that makes others shudder, especially if she looks at them in the eye. She always wears a tiny curved smile, posture erect and elegantly poised.
Jilitse's fashion clock is out of date, seen by the manner by which she would prefer clothes that are never in style. She rarely travels without a cloak. She had recently been copying the way Benshirans dress, choosing hues ranging from blue to gray. Her face is simple and has a sickly appearance to it. Her built slowly deteriorates in time as the body she wears succumbs to the natural cycle of death.
TRAITS
Jilitse maintains a cool disposition, often calculating and logical. She has great control over her demeanor, and she will never laugh too loud or speak her mind out of place. She carries her eternal smile timidly, even when agitated. She would express her anger in the same tone she uses when she is happy. Like many Nuits she always appear to have ulterior motives and secret plans. She usually hums a mysterious tune, if she is not talking to herself.
Contrary to the usual Nuit, Jilitse will start verbal communication with anybody she pleases, often asking about nuisances while talking about random things. She would sound mad and lunatic to some, profound and intelligent to others. She has an otherworldly character about her, typical of sentient creatures who have lived long enough to be bored and jaded with life. She is greatly interested with the relationship between deities and their followers, often philosophizes at every given opportunity.
BELIEFS
After her self-imposed exile from Sahova - in pursuit of Archwizard Zarik Mashaen's freedom from his Grand Oath - Jilitse had brought herself to the merciful arms of the Goddess Priskil, lover of Aquiras, whose heart Sagallius stole. It is still uncertain where faith will bring her, but one can only expect a "bright" future ahead.
