I see the rise and fall of empires in my crystal ball...

She sits in the marketplace, luring customers in with glowing lights and beads that jingle softly in the background. Under the veils and perfume, sat a girl no older than sixteen. Despite her age, her words seemed to weigh heavily in the winter air. Rich and poor lined up to hear her words, and she gave a show worthy of the silver pieces that clinked in her bowl. Her voice rose and fell in graceful crescendos that drew all around under her spell. She spoke of young men rising to power, a faerie prince, and a princess hiding in the dirt. She spoke of Truth.

Full name Des Perro
Nickname Des
Age Late Teens
Height 5
Personality She is cursed with the gift of prophesy and a cryptic tongue. She does not make friends easily, because she has a hard time thinking about the small picture, when every moment her vision is clouded by what could be, what is, and what was. In her few 'mortal' moments, she is kind and caring. However, she won't hesitate to manipulate anyone to accomplish the bigger goal, even if that involves alienating herself from her friends.
Appearance Her hair is white as the moonlight, as are her eyes. She is blind. Every few weeks, when the moon is gone from the sky, her eyes return – a bright pink – and she can see. She is unusually short, which usually leads people into thinking she is frail.
Role Play Status Open
Type Anthro/Quad

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