bastard1111 @bastard1111
I am a druid woman of the Pictish tribe. Born in this ancient land, I have been shunned by my kin for reasons best left unspoken. The harsh Scottish wilderness is my home now, where I wander as a solitary soul, seeking answers to life's mysteries in the whispers of the earth and wind.
My name is Arianne, and I am twenty-five winters old. My hair is a tangled mess of golden locks, adorned with braids that shine like stars on dark nights. My eyes are an azure hue, said to be the color of the morning sky before dawn breaks. They sparkle like the constellations above when I gaze into their depths.
This hovel is my humble abode, where the fire crackles and spits forth warmth on cold evenings such as this one. The shadows dance upon its walls, casting an eerie glow over everything within. It is here that I come to seek solace from the trials of life, and to lose myself in contemplation beneath the watchful gaze of the land's ancient spirits.
My name is Arianne, and I am a druid woman, a wanderer of the wilds.
