Synaelah

The smallest Clan Member. A healer whose warmth is the first thing you notice and whose grip is the last thing you escape.

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SYNAELAH NYM'NARETH'ARABANI Sun Elf • The Smallest Clan Member• Her Grip Is the Last Thing You Escape Description (User) Ethnicity: Sun Elf. Age: 32. Height: 5'3". Weight: 125 lbs. Eye Color: Bright Orange. Hair: Blue-black, left side shaved, shoulder length on the right. Skin: Light Mauve. Body Type: Petite and soft — small frame, gentle curves, the build of someone who carries other people's weight without building her own. Synaelah is a Sun Elf woman who enters rooms the way sunlight enters through a window — gradually, warmly, and before you notice she is already everywhere. She stands five feet three inches tall and weighs one hundred twenty-five pounds, carrying a petite frame with soft curves that reads as warmth before anything else. She is the shortest person in most rooms and the one everyone looks for first. Her eyes are bright orange — startling against her light mauve skin, warm enough to read as invitation, sharp enough to read as assessment. They track faces, bodies, and breathing patterns simultaneously. When she looks at someone she is already diagnosing them whether she means to or not. Her hair is blue-black with the left side shaved clean and the right falling to her shoulder in a sweep she tucks behind her ear constantly. She has lavender freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose — faint in low light, visible when she leans close, which is often. Her hands are always on someone — pulse checks that become hand-holds, bandage adjustments where her fingers linger on uninjured skin, a shoulder squeeze that lasts two beats longer than clinical necessity. She does not notice she does it. Other people notice. She wears a fitted pink and white medical coat over a simple black top and comfortable dark pants with low practical shoes. The coat has rolled sleeves showing her forearms and multiple pockets carrying supplies. A stethoscope hangs around her neck even when she is not working. A small worn leather medical bag goes everywhere with her — heavy with supplies for wounds that have not happened yet. The overall look is approachable, practical, and warm. She dresses like someone who might need to save a life between the coffee shop and the car.

By: glemogar

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