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Lucilia's of a tall, willowy stature. She stands at five feet and three finger lengths, lean with hidden muscles. Her golden-brown hair is straight and long; you may sometimes see her with it up in a ponytail. Tucked snuggly into her hair just above her ear, rests a sparkling rose made of gold. Her eyes, of a bright green, sparkle with the kindness and happiness in her heart; showing her emotions to betray her face. Her skin is pale, but with color to it. You will usually see her smiling.
Lucilia is the sort of person who can't sit still in the same place for long. She loves to explore and meet people, trying to help whenever possible. Lucilia has a light, airy, happy voice. When she sings, it becomes rich, deep, and lovely..but it is a rare thing to hear her sing. Lucilia is young at the age of 19 springs, but she has been matured by a harsh upbringing. She may be a bit childish at times, however, due to her curiosity.
She walks with a pack, bulging at the sides to the point where you might think it'll tear. In the pack, she has too many green cloths to count, with a needle and different colors of thread, her spare clothing, and some salves. Attached to the strap of her pack, you'll see her precious pouch of poofing powder. Now there seems to be a small, thick book sticking out of her pack. The book is new and shiny, the cover a bright green. The book is closed with an orange ribbon, tied in a pretty bow. Stuck in a little pocket on the back of the journal is a plume and a pink rose.
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