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Description:
Stood about five feet two inches in
height with short silver hair pooling down to her shoulders. Deep blue eyes
stared out blankly towards others like she had no emotions left within her. Slim
body was very petite and fragile giving her the appearance of a small school
girl. Ruby red lips contrasted against her pale cream skin. Skin was like silk
and cream to the touch showing that she was taken care of in terms of hygiene.
Upon her head rested a red ribbon hair band to hold back her
silvery blond hair. Around her slender neck was a black leather collar that had
metal pyramids running around it with gold trim working in a figure eight around
the spikes, silver trim ran along the edges of the collar. There was a platinum
tag which read "Minaki" upon it, and a small hoop just below the tag
for a leash. Black blouse which was buttoned up and shoulder sleeves hugged her
upper body nicely accenting her small bosom as best possible. White silk frills
trimmed the neck, and sleeves of the blouse to make it look like a maids outfit.
The skirt matched her blouse but beneath it was a white frill lace skirt with
frills that stood out just past the black skirt. Upon her feet were small black
heels and white stocking went up her legs to just beneath her crotch where they
were connect to a black garter belt.
History:
The Celtic ring glinted 'pon a slim,
creamy digit. The hand 'pon which the digit resided was clutched to a chest
garbed in a tight fitting bodice that flaunted the blooming chest, the black
cloak billowing out behind her to reveal the black dress of mourning. The
funeral procession of her father continued onward, and her mother, tall,
stately, slim, with brown hair braided with headdress, looked down at her
tenderly. Finnuala cried out and rushed away from the procession, the sounds of
the funeral march sending a maelstrom of feelings through her. Then, she entered
a darkened area, completely deserted. Through tear blurred reverie she attempted
to figure out where she had gone to get here, but she felt a hit 'pon the back
of her head before she could figure it out; then, the ground rushed up to her
and there was nothing.
She awoke in the slave pens, dressed in a servants dress, her white hair held
back with a headband just in front of her black ears. Chains held back her
motions, not that she moved anyways.... her lethargy caught up to her and she
attempted to sink into oblivion...
*Minaki found her, and she is now owned by him and wears his collar.
*Finnuala's strike to the head caused several problems. She goes into fits of melancholy and occasionally hears haunting voices in her head.