Agata

Agata
	Agata Antolić
Species or Race	Ritwalker
Gender	Female
Height	4'6"
Weight	15 lbs
Skin Color	Purple (translucent)
Hair Color	Bright Pink
Eye Color	Bright Pink
Biological Age	4
Date of Birth	December 21, 2650; Deep Space, Ancient Expanse
Died	N/A; N/A
Spouse	N/A
Residence	IND Cro na Mthar
Profession	Archaeologist/Anthropologist/Vizier Danu Chroi
Employer	Vessa Harden
Character name	Agata

Agata

Description

She is quite a short Riftwalker, standing at about four and a half feet tall. She has shining bright pink hair that falls to about mid-back, shimmering in any light, a style that would generally look odd on most people, but matches her perfectly. She has bright eyes of a similar color that show a deep kindness, though she tries not to make eye contact, seeming very shy. She has dark purple, slightly translucent skin, allowing objects to be seen through her, though they are bent and distorted, the light refracting within her. Despite this, her skin is smooth and warm to the touch, feeling like that of a human. Her body is surrounded by a bright aura of light that changes color depending on her moods, similar to that of the Vollistans. She has a heart shaped face with beautiful features: soft, full lips, almond shaped eyes, and gently curved eyebrows. She has shapely, beautiful curves, her body a perfect hourglass shape, though she seems uncomfortable with her figure, doing her best to hide it. She has large, shimmering purple wings completing the ethereal look.

She is wearing a loose silken blouse that seems to be part of her, as it is a slightly darker color but also translucent. Despite this, it clashes greatly with her personality, as it is rather revealing, falling low beneath her collarbone. A short skirt of the same design and opacity hangs from her hips, falling a few inches below mid-thigh, flaring up slightly at the bottom. On her back she wears a sheath of black leather with an ornate gold dragon design, holding a long, curved saber, which seems simple in comparison. Under the sheathe lies a shimmering bronze roundshield, which seems quite beat up after years of use. On her head, running from her ear to her mouth, is a small black commlink headset, perfect for easy communication with others.

Background

At first, there was nothing. I felt nothing, thought nothing, saw nothing...a feeling completely indescribably to one wh is not a riftwalker. An endless, thoughtless void, and it almost drove me mad. But then, I awakened, finally. I didn't know who I was or who my family was, whether I was a benevolent person or one who committed terrible crimes...I didn't even know my name. My whole life was lost, and this was very saddening. For almost two years I roamed, purposeless, mourning my own loss of being. But then I thought. Why should this be a bad thing? Why can't this be the start of something new? I was free to make a new life for mysef; a fresh start, perhaps, though generally that is used when one knows where they ended. I came to the realization that, as hard as I tried, I would never remember who I was and that, while it was depressing, there was no point in dwelling on it. But first I needed a name. I spend a huge amount of time leafing through tons of books looking for a name I thought would suit me. An then, one day, while flipping through a geology booklet, a beautiful gemstone called agate caught my eye. I was so entranced by the beauty of it, I decided to name myself after of it. Agata, I thought. I knew it was right for me, and I felt overjoyed to have found it. With that out of the way and my morale heightened, I packed the few things I had gathered over my travels and set out for a place I had heard of called 'Pyracan', where all sorts of people lived, determined to start a new life, trying hard to let go of the one I would never know. Though, to this day, I still can't help but wonder...