Editing Campaign:EA-Exalted/Eleri Dunesong (section)

== Basics ==
*'''Campaign:'''  [[Campaign: EA-Exalted]]
*'''Name:''' Eleri Dunesong, Silken Wrath, "The White Demon"
*'''Concept:''' Cast Out Messiah of the Dunes
*'''Exalt Type:''' Solar
*'''Caste:''' Dawn
*'''Motivation:''' Free her people from the shackles they are still born into.
*'''Positive intimacies:''' People of the Dunes (Protective) ●●●●●, Devotion to Luna (Faith) ●●●●●, Her Grand Daiklave (Ownership) ●●●●●, Her Sanxian [Building](Ownership) ●●●●, Jackal [Building](Respect) ●●●, Lightened Gait [Building](Friendship) ●●●, Silver Tears For The Lesser And Low [Building](Respect) ●, Pass Judgment over the Solar Exalted of the Second Age [Building](Duty) ●●●●
*'''Negative intimacies:''' The Institution of Slavery (Hatred) ●●●●●, Lemezugi [Building](Ignorant Entitlement) ●●●, Wang [Building](Naive Presumption) ●, DESTROY ALL ABYSSALS [Building](Hatred) ●●●●
*'''Anima Totem:''' A giant monochrome representation of herself from the waist up tears its way out of her back then towers above her, glowing a literal white-hot (as does all the light she sheds, the harsh white sunlight of the most inhospitable desert rather than the typical warm golden glow of other Solars), completely lacking in physical features or distinctions within its 'borders' as if it were a 'blank' reverse shadow puppet. Has the additional disturbing tendency, if they are affected by her Anima power, of seeming to 'look' directly at anyone viewing it, a line of pure darkness forming into a too-wide predatory grin, too-sharp teeth silhouetted against that void.
*'''Experience:''' 147/173

=== Background ===
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=== Appearance ===
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Eleri Dunesong is a breathtakingly beautiful young girl that is obviously one of the Dune People, looking to be between the ages of 10 and 11 and standing roughly 4'7", with a slim build revealing the beginnings of curves. Her eyes, red as the arterial blood of those arrayed against her. Her hair a white shining as lustrously as the face of Luna in the night sky. Her skin as pure as the most perfectly refined White Jade. And though she would generally sooner die than reveal it to others, a Cynis mon is tattooed in purple ink on the sole of her left foot.

She typically wears a seemingly simple outfit comprised of a long red coat with a hemline extending down to her knees, sealed together from her neck to just above her abdomen and open the rest of its length, atop a suit of black form-fitting clothing in the form of an identical long-sleeved black shirt, pants, and a pair of shoes bordering on slippers. Her clothing is un-ornamented with design or embroidery, simple yet flattering in cut and shape.
It is also a shape-shifting artifact created by the Mountain Folk, capable of transforming into any articles of clothing its wearer can imagine with but a moment of concentration and a brief infusion of essence, and hardening when struck to protect its owner. The 'wardrobe' she has set into its memory, however, is a meager one, at least thus far.