Reflections On Your Mother
My mother was woman of virtue and purity. During our visits to the temple she would always walk by the sickly and treat their wounds. Her voice was soft and graceful and she always sing to me her lullabies that she made since she was young. Her eyes which many have said I inherited was as beautiful as the pearl of the sea.
White, short hair slightly reveals a lean, charming face. Big, round gray eyes, set rooted within their sockets, watch vigorously over the folk they've felt disconnected from for so long.
A birthmark reaching from just under the left eye, first running towards thin lips and ending on her right nostril and leaves a beautiful memory of departed loved ones.
The is the face of Sera, a true guardian among people. She stands average among others, despite her brawny frame.
There's something puzzling about her, perhaps it's a feeling of guilt or perhaps it's simply her clumsiness. But nonetheless, people tend to become her friend, while spreading stories about her.
Most beautiful lady of Altruis
She's beautiful from head to toe, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless. The silence and the glimmer from her eyes felt like the sunshine and the moon entwined. Her lips red as blood, it was no coincidence that we met in this certain circumstance.
Deity of Altruis
This goddess of good takes the form of a mature woman. She has an hourglass build. She has medium-length white hair. Her narrow eyes are beige. She has light-colored skin. Her outfit is that of an academic, is covered in spiral designs, and it is mostly mauve in color. She carries a buckler. Her ears are prominent. She leaves behind multi-colored footprints with every step.