Selde Cathron
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Name:Selde CathronGame:Irong Fang Invasion
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Class:Druid (Nature Fang)Favored:Druid
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Race:Half-elfLevel:5Alignment:NG
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XP:3103/23,000Deity:Erastil / Green Faith
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Gender:FemaleAge:30Skin:Pale
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Height:5'10Hair:RedMisc:Blight scar
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Weight:136Eyes:Amber / VioletBuild:Athletic
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Selde has the pale skin and red hair of her human father and the lean, lanky build and comely features of her elven mother. She would be considered pretty were it not for the disfiguring blight scar covering most of the left of her face. Her right eye is Amber colored, like her mother, but her left eye is a violet shade due to the blight scarring. The violet eye moves slightly independently of the left, creating an unnerving effect. Selde often hides her scar with her hood, but keeps her hair short. The ease of shorter hair in the forest winning out to the social stealth of longer hair. Selde dresses in garb appropriate to hunting in the Fangwood, typically in greens and earth tones.
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Selde was born in a small Village deep in the Fangwood Forest. Her parents, a human man and an elf woman, were adventurers. Over the years and miles the pair fell in love, as a man and a woman are want to do. With the pending arrival of Selde, they decided to end their travels and settle down. Selde has fond, but few memories of them. When Selde was young, the village was beset by a Darkblight infestation, soon followed by a blighted Fey attack. Both of her parents were killed in the attack and Selde was left badly infected by the blight. The few survivors of the village left Selde with her estranged Grandfather, Talathel, an old elf hunter living on the outskirts of the human town Phaendar.
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Talathel was none too pleased at having a dying child thrust upon him, especially the half-blood child of a great, great, great granddaughter he had never met. But Talathel was rarely pleased, and so he took Selde in. His skills were able to cure her of the blight, but the infection left a scar covering most of the left side of Selde’s face, a scar that still occasionally pains her.
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Talathel was practically a hermit, only going into town on occasion, mostly to sell and buy supplies and drink and argue with the other old hunters at the tavern. The latter ventures gave her time to explore the small town, but she rarely had children her “own age” to play with. On the occasions she found appropriate playmates, they always seemed to be so much older when she came back, and often with fears of blight infection. Between that, her scar, and the fact that she was often overdue for a bath saw she found no place in Phaendar. A rift that has only grown with time. As she grew older she grew more shy, more aware of her scar, and more aware of her social failings.
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Though Talathel taught her the ways of the forest and the hunt, she never quite seemed to find a place there either. She could not simply ignore briar patches and overgrown undergrowth as he could, nor did she posses natural emphatic connection that allowed her grandfather to communicate with animals. Almost the opposite, as her overzealous nature of trying to make friends with them and the lingering touch of the blight often easily spooked animals. Her red elk mount Nur was a gift from her grandfather to help curb this issue. The fawn had been infected with the blight and Talathel left Selde to nurse the creature back to health. The two have been near inseparable since.
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Selde is now approaching her 30th year. She feels as if she has one foot in the forest and one foot in the town and wonders as to her place. She interacts with the people of Phaendar very little, typically quick and quiet business interactions as she trades furs or picks up medicine for her grandfather, always making sure to keep her hood over her face. Though she interacts very little, she has taken to watching with increasing frequency. Her hooded figure staring in the distance has become a common sight at any gatherings. The seasonal Market Festival is no different.
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