Meet Anivon. She is a snow Elf, a potion maker, and a cleric. A bit snarky, a bookworm, a teetotaler, and overly pious if a bit under-devoted. She is not, however, a people person and why for the love of all the Gods must everything smell so much here?
Being from a village that was cut off from everything for several generations, she struggles with language issues, monetary concepts, and hates politics and intrigues. It's not that she dislikes people it's just that they lie and steal and have ridiculous made-up rules for everything and drink too much and fight too much and...did I mention they all smell weird.
My wig looks best in the upper outdoor photo but the blue spots on the chin just made it look like I had a 5 o'clock shadow. Elves usually have long hair but Anivon was forced to cut her hair off the first summer when she almost died of fever in the heat of this new land. Fortunately it grows fast and by winter she had length again. Ignore the fringe, she was going through a faze? It was my first time creating a wig, the next one will be better.
I am proud of the blue dress. I made (and dyed) that years ago. It still fits (yay me) and it's made of baby flannel so it's both super soft and cozy warm.
So if you are ever in Rhinelander Wisconsin you can find Anivon in Rhinewood....
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