Imralion Sunsorrow

Head Sculpt:
Spiritdoll Herculean in white (dyed tan)
  • Face-up artist(s):
    Modifications artist(s):
    Date of acquisition:
    Head arrived in early 2017, body arrived in mid 2017
    Both head and body were ordered directly from the companies.
    Reason for choice:
    He's supposed to be buff, tall and rugged looking. The face fit the ruggedly handsome requirement and the body is definitely buff and tall.
    Best Points:
    Perfect for the character. Poses well. Stands solidly. Resin took the dye very well.
    Worst Points:
    I never thought I'd complain about the weight of a large doll, but this guy is very heavy. Also, his body's dye job is messed up a bit. Luckily, it's in a place where it won't show thanks to pants.
  • Eyes:
    Unatown glass eyes
    Ventilated wig by Lawrichai
    Fashion style(s):
    Key fashion accessory:
    I'm making him a chainmail shirt. It's not done yet.
  • Character age:
    Young elf
    Character gender:
    Offsite roleplay:
    This doll's character is not available for offsite roleplay.
    The hall was a place of wisdom and authority, or so they said. Imralion wasn’t about to doubt the words of those who had been here much longer than him. He walked up to the desk where a woman sat sorting papers.
    “Excuse me. Is this where I register?”
    She looked up at him. “Registration closed yesterday. You’ll have to wait six months for it to open again.”
    “I know, but I was told the superintendent could make exceptions.”
    She raised a brow. “Exceptions are for the exceptional. Where are you from, and what do you have?”
    “I’m from Goldmarsh, and…”
    “Isn’t that the swamp?”
    “Well, the actual town is just on the border but, um, yes. I grew up in the swamp. I—”
    “You should be heading back to your stilt home.”
    “Wait! I also have this.” Imralion took the rolled scroll out of his travel bag and put it on the desk.
    The woman looked at it, then back at him. “Nice. We have paper too.”
    “It’s a letter of recommendation. Please, let me see the superintendent.”
    “She’s really busy at the start of the program. I don’t think she’d have time for—”
    A door opened to the left and a woman stepped out with her arms crossed. “Kaisa, what seems to be the problem out here?”
    “I’m sorry, ma’am. This elf is tardy for registration, and is trying to make excuses to get in now.”
    The woman, Imralion guessed she was the superintendent, frowned at Kaisa. “You could have just sent him in to see me.” She looked Imralion up and down, “Tall and strong. What’s your name and where are you from?”
    “My name is Imralion Sunsorrow. I’m from Goldmarsh.” The woman’s face lit up. Imralion continued, “I have a letter of recommendation here from your sister. I would have been here in time for registration if the wagon hadn’t broken a wheel. I had to help hold up one side until we could get to the next town to repair it. It added an extra day to the journey.”
    “How is my dear sister? Why the last time I saw you, you barely came up to my waist. Look at you now!”
    “She’s doing well. It has been a long time.”
    Kaisa looked mortified as their exchange grew friendlier. Imralion didn’t feel bad for her at all. She deserved to be embarrassed for not even letting him explain that the superintendent’s sister had raised him and his sister.
    “The training classes have already started today, but if we hurry, we can get you scheduled in before the afternoon classes start. Kaisa, get on it now, please. I’ll take care of the forms in my office.” She motioned for Imralion to follow her.
    He couldn’t wait to start his training to be an adahi. He followed behind her, only glancing back briefly at Kaisa to see that she was already busy working on flipping through the schedules to see where he could fit in.


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