Eirlys Information
From Ars Magica
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Physical Appearance and Personality
From the waist up, Eirlys appears as a dark-haired, dark-eyed human woman; attractive despite getting on in years (she's 26). A perceptive eye will notice a strange tilt to her hips and an odd gait when she walks; the hooves and furry legs, of course, are plain for all to see. In the presence of mundanes, she will typically wear normal wool clothing, with long skirts to hide the inhuman features; however, one usually notices her clawing at seams with discomfort. She keeps some dresses of iridescent, shimmering silk, which she only wears on special occasions. She carries with her a staff of holly, ornately carved, though unmagical.
While a priestess of the Crone, Eirlys does not proselytise or try to "spread the faith" -- she sees this kind of behavior as insulting to others, in addition to being disrespectful to one's own faith. She makes no secret of her own beliefs, however, and when interest is shown, she is more than happy to bring others to Arcadia for important festivals. Many commonfolk tell tales of the crone, the maiden, or the horned god, but only those initiated in the realm of faerie (willingly or no) might have danced with Caerwiden himself.
Eirlys is highly whimsical and somewhat vicious in nature, what one would expect of a fey specializing in Muto and Perdo, really. At her worst, she can be cruel and cold; at her best, well-meaning and meddlesome. She is extremely intelligent, but the nature of mortals is so alien that she sees her own capricious pranks as a series of learning experiments on the nature of humans. She does have a kind heart, but acting upon her soft-hearted sentiments is not high on her list of priorities.
Wizard's Sigil
Whenever Eirlys uses magic, those nearby hear the sound of hoof-falls. The stronger the magic, the louder the sound. The most subtle of magic leaves the sound of the faintest "trip-trap, trip-trap," while more powerful magic sounds like a thundering stampede of wild bulls.
Additionally, her magic carries with it an odd side-effect; the area around her becomes cold. This varies depending on the magnitude of the effect: low-level magic yields only a slight chill sensation, while the stronger magic can cause frost to form on anything nearby. As a winter fey, Eirlys never seems to mind the cold.
Personal Sigil
Eirlys inscribes all of her lab texts, books, and correspondence with her personal sigil: the letter delta which shimmers in changing colors. Her personal motto is "Omnia mutantur, omnia interit; mutatio mors est." (Everything changes and everything dies, for death is change.)
Vis Source
Eirlys has a personal vis source-- literally. She keeps her hooves shod in bronze; over time, however, the bronze slowly transmutes into silver. While silver is precious, the old shoes' magical value far exceeds its mundane, as the metal seems to absorb some magical essence from their wearer, each shoe becoming a pawn of faerie Muto vis. Twice a year she has a smith remove the shoes from her hooves and is re-shod with new bronze shoes.
