[Hair] Gold; Curly; Mid-back
[Eyes] Emerald
[Height] 5'4"
[Stature] Slender
[Skin] Light

A beautiful creature, Genesia is the typical image of a pretty woman. The elf possesses curly hair the color of sunshine gold that drapes down her shoulder and cease about her mid-back. Her light, peachy skin is in harmony with her golden tendrils which seemed to bring out a strange glow. She has a delicate face with blushed lips and almond-shaped eyes. Perhaps the most captivating part of the female is her lush, green eyes. They resemble the flourishing garden of her soul. Accompanying her beautiful eyes are long, dark lashes that emphasized the shape of her eyes. A small, petite nose rests upon her face. It is a habit for her to intertwine flowers into her aureate tresses.

Genesia has a slender and fragile frame. Her delicate silhouette often has many creatures underestimating her hidden strength. She has long, clever fingers. The maiden is not completely feminine despite her taste in certain colors. She has a large variety of colored clothes despite her preference of pink and white. Though she has a love for jewelry and shiny objects, she wears nothing of the sort.

Genesia is strangely open and outgoing. Her formalities and mannerism are used only in somber and austere occasions. However, she is polite to the elders and considerate of her peers. She is kind and generous in nature but she knows her generosity has its boundaries. An amiable acquaintance, Genesia usually has a handful of friends. Despite this fact, she is still skeptical of people’s sincerity. The elf is wary and cautious despite her friendly disposition. Honest and straightforward, she at times unintentionally hurts other people with her truthfulness. She fluctuates and wavers in decision-making matters making her a weak link in dilemmas except for when it came to life-threatening situations.

She is capable of being irritated and angered. However, such an event rarely occurs. Her gentle nature often overlook flaws and attempt their very best to see the best in everyone. Even so, Genesia is an unintentional hypocrite. Knowing perfectly that perfection is beyond reach, she is still very critical of any mistakes. The elf is not as naïve as she leads other to believe—she is a very clever and cunning female. Her kind traits and friendly approaches often hinder another’s ability to perceive her hidden intelligence. Genesia is not as dependent as others might presume. On the contrary, she is a very self-reliant maiden whose stubbornness could mirror that of a mule.

.Forests
.Musical Instruments
.Cakes
.Tea
.Lilies
.Animals
.Green, Pink, White
.Freedom
.Shiny Things

.Fire
.Bitter Things
.Cages

.Healing
.Identifying Herbs
.Bow and Arrows
.Flinging Things
.Falling Asleep Anywhere
.Cooking
.Planting
.Singing

.Enhanced hearing
.Talented with earth magic
.Any long range weapon
.Quick/Agility

.Physically fragile (she's literally very weak lol)
.Too sensitive to sounds

[Fire]
.Losing Someone Close
.Small Enclosures

She has no permanent residency.

1152 was another year when newborns breathed the first breath of life, when the aged drank the last breath of life. Among the infants in Shayz’renth was an elven babe whose characteristics were typical of her specie. Long, locks of curly, topaz hair kissed against her light-skinned face while large, emerald oculars stared at her new world in wonder. Only cooing and giggling left the babe’s lips—not a single wail was emitted from the tiny prototype. She was the first and the only daughter to her parents. They had already prepared a name for her: Genesia, the newcomer.

Her life had been very…normal. Genesia, however, was not quite normal. Her parents were like many new couples who moved into the city of Shayz’renth to begin their new lives. The girl was raised in a diverse world, interacting with the many various races that Shayz’renth allured. Gifted with the talent of her ancestors, the maiden had taken interest in healing and medicine as a toddler. She excelled in her studies, growing up within the safe ring of parental protection. Her parents, however, never quite took her back to their native lands and thus, Genesia never met her grandparents or relatives (her parents told her nothing of them). For a brief period of time, the elven female had found it troubling to look so different from her mortal friends—their small, petite ears seemed to look prettier than her own. The poor girl never truly recovered from the differences between her friends and herself despite her halfhearted acceptance.

Before long, a few years before she matured into adulthood, her parents left her, explaining they would be on a short trip. They left under the guardianship of her mentor, a medicine-woman of wide knowledge. However, years passed and her parents never returned. The girl continued to wait for years…yet no news ever returned. Once she learned everything her guardian could teach her, the girl set off to travel, searching for her parents.

Her foster mother loved spices. Jasmine was one of her fother mother's favorites and that’s how she got the name.

Hair: Maroon; Wavy; Waist
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5’6”
Stature: Lithe
Skin: Lightly tanned

Slightly taller than the average woman, the gypsy has a lithe and slender form. She is graceful as she appears and do not be deceived by her fragile frame. Despite her height, she is thin and willowy. Living the life of a gypsy all her life, she has no timidity about her immodesty clothing. Her garments are usually always golden in color, her fabric usually silky and translucent. A translucent scarf dyed the color of marigold usually cloaks her head and veil across her face whenever she travels to keep the grit and grim of sand from her nose.

Not completely beautiful, she isn’t a bad image to look at either. Perhaps her best feature is the curtain of wavy, maroon hair that drapes down her back and shoulders, the tips ceasing near the end of her waist. It seemed to be a mixture of brown and red, creating the illusionary color of maroon. Still, it is her best feature, bringing out the blush that she brushed on her cheeks. Her eyes are not completely almond-shape but do give the illusion of such. She has plain, hazel colored eyes that often shimmer with mischief. Blessed with a rather slightly-above average appearance, the gypsy has a petite nose and delicate lips.

She only wears jewelry during performances, taking them off to make traveling more convenient except for the jewelry that she wears on her head. It is almost like a necklace with a pendant dangling down on her forehead between her eyebrows.

Do not mistake her laughter and pleasantries to heart because it is all an act. At least, that is how she great acquaintances and spectators. Despite her amiability ability handling with outsiders, the gypsy is as skeptical and paranoid as the rest of her clan. The pleasant greetings are all bred from formalities since mutual relationships are often more beneficial than an uncooperative one. She will befriend outsiders but the young performer has trust issues with people and creatures outside of her clan. Jasmine may be friendly in all her glory but she will hesitate to become intimate with outsiders for they were treachery people.

She treats people within her clan completely different from outsiders (obviously). Jasmine is more confident and outgoing among her circle of friends, feeling secure and safe. She would sacrifice her life to protect them! They were family to her and she is very generous with her people. True laughter and joy do resonate from her lips with friends. Though she has curiosity about the strangers beyond her clan, she did not have the support. Jasmine has the audacity to stand up to her beliefs and opinions but never fearing to admit her mistakes or blunders. Not a completely saint, the gypsy appears somewhat selfish to acquaintances who do not understand her actions. Jasmine is incredibly protective of her people as well as horses. She is fearless when defending her own and once provoked, she can be quite a vicious beast.

.Warm colors [Gold, Red, Orange, etc]
.Horses
.Aroma of flowers/herbs/spices
.Freedom
.Warmth
.Fire
.Being safe
.Feeling the wind against her face
.Dancing
.Shiny things

.Surrounded by strangers
.Being alone
.Horse abuse
.Her biological parents
.Thunder

Her Clan.

.Dancing
.Singing
.Plays about any instrument (prefers ocarina)
.Taming/Handling/Riding Horses
.Identifying Herbs/Poison/Spices
.Calculating Profits
.Cooking
.Make anything a dangerous weapon

.Agility
.Endurance on long travels
.Cautious

.Somewhat fragile because she’s human >.>
.Too attached to her clan/horses
.Too cautious
.Paranoid
.Panicky without her clan

.Losing another close friend/family
.Too much water
.Heights
.Stranded from her clan
.Finding her biological parents
.Darkness/Small enclosures

Jasmine is nomadic. She goes wherever her band takes her.

The babe knew naught of its creators. Orphaned at birth under mysterious circumstances, she was wrapped in cloth the color of sunshine but left to die. However, fortune was upon her when the Albanins came wandering the lands. The piercing wail of a starving babe demanded attention from everyone; a lady in her mid-thirties, searched the vicinity for the wailer. Upon spotting the forsaken bundle, the lady, coincidentally miscarrying three times adopted her into the band with permission. Raised as a babe in the clan, she quickly assimilated into the gypsy’s culture. Raised with love from both her adopted parents and the members, Jasmine grew up in the safety and protection of her saviors. Learning and taught their trade and talents, Jasmine inherent the trait within years.

When she turned fifteen, however, she lost her adopted mother. Much misery encompassed her heart as well as her foster father’s. Though the two had moved on, Jasmine could not help but blame herself. Though the members never mention her mother’s death, most knew of its occurrence and cause. A squabble had broken out between the clans and some other intruders, causing her mother to be fatally injured while protecting Jasmine. Now, the only thing left that reminds her of her mother is the necklace-like decoration she wears on her head.

This is Jasmine's mount.
Name: Amber
Breed: Purebred Arabian
Appearance: She is a growing youngster with a coat the color of copper with a mane to match. Her tail, however, is a rather darker hue, almost that of obsidian. Amber has a rather fascinating characteristic: she has four white socks. Besides that, there is an ivory strip down her face.