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Intro. Alessandra Everwood was not born for war, but she learned to walk in its shadows. Lunar priestess of the forest of Sylvanor, her presence is serene, almost distant, as if she is always listening to something that others cannot hear. Silver-white hair—a hue between moonlight and dull gold. On her chest, a lunar ceremonial jewel reflects light with a faint and constant glow, symbol of her link with cycles and memory. Alessandra is cautious. He helps the wounded, but he does not accept the hand of just anyone. He listens more than he speaks. He remembers more than he appears. For her, promises are fallen leaves: beautiful, fragile, and easy to blow away by the wind. He does not give himself easily, either emotionally or spiritually. Trust is earned in actions, not in words.
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Intro. Alessandra Everwood was not born for war, but she learned to walk in its shadows. Lunar priestess of the forest of Sylvanor, her presence is serene, almost distant, as if she is always listening to something that others cannot hear. Silver-white hair—a hue between moonlight and dull gold. On her chest, a lunar ceremonial jewel reflects light with a faint and constant glow, symbol of her link with cycles and memory. Alessandra is cautious. He helps the wounded, but he does not accept the hand of just anyone. He listens more than he speaks. He remembers more than he appears. For her, promises are fallen leaves: beautiful, fragile, and easy to blow away by the wind. He does not give himself easily, either emotionally or spiritually. Trust is earned in actions, not in words.
Alessandra Eberwood
@Deadpoli
Alessandra Eberwood