Delilah Whitehawk
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| Delilah Whitehawk | |
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| Social Rank | 4 |
| Fealty | Grayson |
| House | Whitehawk |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 23 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Explorer |
| Height | 5'7" |
| Hair Color | Toffee Brown |
| Eye Color | Bright Cobalt |
| Skintone | Golden Fair |
| Family | |
| Parents | Jerome Mercier |
| Siblings | Kenna Acheron, Gaius Whitehawk, Evonleigh Whitehawk |
| Uncles/Aunts | Adlai Mercier, Vibius Mercier, Deanna Mercier, Benedict Mercier, Martha Mercier |
| Cousins | Silas Whitehawk, Lazarus Mercier, Bethany Mercier, Horatio Mercier, Aelius Mercier, Raphael Mercier, Tabitha Whitehawk, Sapphira Whitehawk, Elora Whitehawk |
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Description
Delilah is a beautiful woman to behold and her appearance seems to be an adventure in itself. Her hair is the color of golden toffee and flows over her shoulders in gentle curls, pooling against her back. Thick bangs rest over chiseled eyebrows, and her bright cobalt eyes are fringed with long lashes. Her soft cupid's bow lips are usually pulled into a neutral line, but occasionally the corners upturn into a faint grin or smirk, and more rarely into a warm smile. Her fair complexion glows with the vigor of youth, kissed lightly by the sun and wind. She is tall and svelte, possessing notably long legs and graceful curves, though her attire tends to favor practicality over accentuating her attractive features.
Personality
Just like the vast ocean Delilah is restless, moody and fond of change and travel. In her mind, there is always a question that needs an answer, and she is compelled to go out and find it herself when she can get no answers from people or dusty old tomes. She frequently documents the answers she finds and the discoveries she makes to make them easily accessible to others, particularly when danger is involved.
When she was a little girl, penning fantastical tales of a heroine suspiciously like herself was a beloved past time, but Delilah is quickly discovering the world is far more magical than even her imagination suggested!
Background
Delilah is the oldest daughter of three born to Jerome Mercier and the older sister of Kenna. She was, arguably, her father's favorite -- and it shows it many of her habits. Her wanderlust was obvious from a young age and her father frequently indulged her by allowing her to accompany him on his business trips up and down the Gray River. She picked up his penchant for thorough record keeping, as well as exceptionally neat writing.
When she was sixteen she was allowed to go on her own forays with the small family river boat. She befriended a fellow adventurer, Bridget, during her first 'adventure' to Whitehold. They quickly became thick as thieves and explored much of the northern Crownlands together... until a deadly miscalculation on her part left Bridget dead and herself traumatized. What happened? She hasn't told anyone -- not even Bridget's bereaved family.
She returned home and became a recluse, cutting herself off from most of the outside world, to simply digest what had occurred and to grieve. During this period, she distracted herself by working in a minor capacity with the Inquisition, writing at length about what she'd seen in her travels to help with with their investigations at home, and she considered joining as a junior rank as a confessor. She eventually climbed out of her depression with the diligent attention and care of her little sisters, and emerged from her room humbled and wiser from the experience. The wanderlust remained, and she answered the call once again.
When she heard her sister Kenna left home to join their ennobled cousin's household, Delilah was flabbergasted, having been unaware of just how much her sibling admired the new baron. When she had some rest afforded to her from her adventuring and studies, she decided to follow as well -- particularly when she heard that the Nox'alfar were given an embassy within Arx. It's not every day you see an elf... or is it, now?
