When Cailin met the rest of her Circle, she was maybe a few months past her fifteenth's birthday. She was also dirty, smelly, exhausted and despite a Solar's rapid healing, sporting many scratches. She had a pretty good reason for it though, as she explained it some time later: she had had the misfortune of exalting in direct view of a large nearby city as the sun was setting. Even a blind man wouldn't have missed the show.

Once cleaned up, fed and rested, Cailin was revealed to be a pretty young woman with long blond flowing hair and bright blue eyes that seem to pierce her interlocutors all the way to their soul. When she wants to, she can be a very good social butterfly, a decent orator - and she even has a decent voice - but more often than not she doesn't really care about such things. Unless it gives her access to things such as some dusty tome of forgotten knowledge, or the opportunity to talk to a spirit or a god about the laws of Creation.

The only thing that really manages to make her pause in her pursuit of knowledge in any form - she will try many things for that - is the sick, the wounded or the destitute: wherever she is, she often spends time in the local clinic - or simply erects one if needed - where she heals those who need it. And while she tries to not make too many waves… well, the results are often quite miraculous.

While she's easily talking about anything and everything, she has never said much of anything about her past. From a few things here and there, it's quite certain however that she grew up in the Blessed Isle and was at least in part educated by the Immaculate Cult.

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