Artesia Spinner

Name:	Artesia Spinner
Candidate At:	The Ring of Fire, Legend Clutch
Homeworld:	Avengaea
Species:	Avengaean Daemon (Seeder-style eight-limbed Spinner)
Age:	32 (young adult, equivalent to 19)
Sex:	Female
Height:	6'0"
Hair:	Pale gold
Fur:	Mahogany
Eyes:	Green
Mother:	Prentke Weaver
Father:	Euvek Spinner
Sibings:	Arlen Spinner
Residence:	Small village on Novinitu, Avengaea
Position:	Tailor
Description:	Though born of two wildly different daemonic heritages, Artesia manages not to look patchwork or piecemeal. Or, if she does, she still somehow manages to pull it together into something attractive that is entirely herself. She is tall and willowy, with a flowing sort of posture and movement that she accentuates with her clothing and hair. Her build is bipedal, largely humanoid, and digitigrade, for though she is eight-limbed, she only has two legs and two arms: the other four limbs are wings, one pair full-sized and fully flight-worthy and the other pair small and vestigial. The larger are partly feathered and partly webbed, the smaller almost identical. Her one vanity, her hair, is long, silky, and nearly white, it is such a pale gold. It reaches nearly to her feet when she lets it down, but she usually has it up in braids, loops, whorls, or weaves-- anything creative that she somehow doesn't have to spend hours putting together. In sharp contrast to the shimmering paleness, however, her short, velvety body-fur is a dark mahogany red, and her ears are long, pointed, and tufted like a cat's on the ends. Her face is largely human, if furry, but for her large eyes, feline eyes, a vibrant, new-grass green. Almost all of her clothes of her own making, and they are generally in earth-tones, and styles which might be bizarre or might be beautiful, depending on your taste.
Personality:	If one was looking for a pure melancholy personality, Artesia is probably it. She is quiet and gentle, and though she can be moody, she tends to hide it, preferring to present herself to the world with a quiet, often sad-looking smile. Even when she works herself into mild panic attacks out of pessimism, she still manages to keep quiet; very few ever witness what bouts of tears she allows herself. She has very high expectations of herself, a perfectionist in everything she does, and while she is not depressive, rarely is she particularly happy, either. Whenever she is, you might not realize it, for her joy is as quiet as her sorrow, and she tends to keep it to herself just as much. It takes a lot to bring her out of herself and make her laugh, but since one of her dearest friends delights in just such things, it isn't quite as rare a sight as one might imagine.
History:	Artesia's daemon clan is closely allied with the Weavers, trading goods and individuals between them freely. Artesia is one who has spent time with both clans, since her mother is a Weaver: she knows both the settled and the nomadic life, and loves them both. For most of her life she'd known what she wants to do with it, and that is make clothing, make a small business out of that talent, and have a family. Despite her quiet nature, she has a number of friends, and she is particularly fond of a trio of Weavers: Jaeros, Chibora, and Talruven. Especially Talruven.
Abilities:	Artesia has very little magic ability, though what she has works much like spinning: she takes energy from elsewhere, and spins it into threads that may or may not be visible, and might work like actual string, or might not, depending on what kind of magic she's attempting. She has no psionic ability at all except to receive telepathic messages. Most of her abilities are mundane: she is good with animals, good with her voice, as in singing, and good with a needle. Her chosen profession is as a tailor, and is quite creative in designing and putting together clothing.