Post by Primrose Pashmina on Nov 9, 2019 3:48:54 GMT -5
Primrose Pashmina
"Every sheep has it’s horns."
 | Age 19 Gender Female Faction Haven Academy Tier Beginner Face Claim Narmaya from Granblue Fantasy. OOC Name Softukashii (Soft) |
Character Traits
Date of Birth: April 6th, 6 AV.
Species: Faunus
Hometown: Citrine Village, Vacuo.
Romantic Orientation: Bisexual
Hair Color/Style: Long and fluffy pink-white hair that falls with a slight wave, ending at her lower back.
Eye Color: Lavender.
Aura Color: Rosey pink.
Height: 170cm.
Weight: 56 kg
Appearance:
A young woman of good health and physical condition, Primrose proves it’s a name she’s suited for. While she’s by no means petite, standing at an average heigh and posessing a build that’s more broad, curvy and muscular, she stands with both poise and grace- Perhaps more like a diamond in a rough than a flower, but nonetheless prim.
Her hair and eyes make up the less flowery appearance of her overall built- Long, fluffy and pink-white, it evokes the soft and delicate image of her namesake, while her purple eyes glitter like clear, pure crystals, striking a fair contrast to the rich and warm bronze of her skin. Her standard attire is practical, airy and light, made to be comfortable and breathable in hot desert air and winds. Off the side of her face, just above her ears, spiral two large horns, noting her as a sheep faunus.
Personality:
Quiet, contemplative and composed, it’s easy to get the impression that Primrose is a stoic individual. Indeed, it’s rare to get much reaction from the Faunus without direct prompt beyond an accepting nod or a thoughtful “Hmm.” But let her lack of expression not be misunderstood for what it is- A mix of airheadedness and an unreactive face. While it might be hard to tell what Primrose is thinking and feeling, it’s not intentional, and she’s direct and honest when asked. If anything, her stoicism is an unintentional facade, belying her gentle, sincere and good-natured intentions.
Growing up in a mountain village, Primrose has a unique form of privlege- Though she grew up lacking many luxuries, the comparative stability and supportive environment of her home has instilled a sense of optimism (and some would say naiveity) towards the world around her. Whereas others might see Remnant as dog-eat-dog, Primrose’s perspective is of the people around her as her neighbors, who she is both obliged to assist and from whom she expects the same. She is not discerning of motives and intentions, as it seems obvious to her that others would desire the same things she does- To be helpful, to be of use and to do good. That in mind, she’s slow to anger and take offense; After all, what good does being angry do? None, so far as she’s concerned...Unless it’s against the Grimm, where it’s quite helpful.
That’s not all to say Primrose is perfectly considerate- Quite the opposite. Nuance is a challenge for her, and while she has only the best intentions, the Faunus has little to no filter on her words. The only “tact” that concerns her is battlefield tactics, where vieled words, half-truths and flattery are all but useless. By her standards, the greatest virtues another person could have are honesty and integrity, and they’re ones that Primrose pursues whole-heartedly...Even when at times, it might be better to say and do nothing at all.
Species: Faunus
Hometown: Citrine Village, Vacuo.
Romantic Orientation: Bisexual
Hair Color/Style: Long and fluffy pink-white hair that falls with a slight wave, ending at her lower back.
Eye Color: Lavender.
Aura Color: Rosey pink.
Height: 170cm.
Weight: 56 kg
Appearance:
A young woman of good health and physical condition, Primrose proves it’s a name she’s suited for. While she’s by no means petite, standing at an average heigh and posessing a build that’s more broad, curvy and muscular, she stands with both poise and grace- Perhaps more like a diamond in a rough than a flower, but nonetheless prim.
Her hair and eyes make up the less flowery appearance of her overall built- Long, fluffy and pink-white, it evokes the soft and delicate image of her namesake, while her purple eyes glitter like clear, pure crystals, striking a fair contrast to the rich and warm bronze of her skin. Her standard attire is practical, airy and light, made to be comfortable and breathable in hot desert air and winds. Off the side of her face, just above her ears, spiral two large horns, noting her as a sheep faunus.
Personality:
Quiet, contemplative and composed, it’s easy to get the impression that Primrose is a stoic individual. Indeed, it’s rare to get much reaction from the Faunus without direct prompt beyond an accepting nod or a thoughtful “Hmm.” But let her lack of expression not be misunderstood for what it is- A mix of airheadedness and an unreactive face. While it might be hard to tell what Primrose is thinking and feeling, it’s not intentional, and she’s direct and honest when asked. If anything, her stoicism is an unintentional facade, belying her gentle, sincere and good-natured intentions.
Growing up in a mountain village, Primrose has a unique form of privlege- Though she grew up lacking many luxuries, the comparative stability and supportive environment of her home has instilled a sense of optimism (and some would say naiveity) towards the world around her. Whereas others might see Remnant as dog-eat-dog, Primrose’s perspective is of the people around her as her neighbors, who she is both obliged to assist and from whom she expects the same. She is not discerning of motives and intentions, as it seems obvious to her that others would desire the same things she does- To be helpful, to be of use and to do good. That in mind, she’s slow to anger and take offense; After all, what good does being angry do? None, so far as she’s concerned...Unless it’s against the Grimm, where it’s quite helpful.
That’s not all to say Primrose is perfectly considerate- Quite the opposite. Nuance is a challenge for her, and while she has only the best intentions, the Faunus has little to no filter on her words. The only “tact” that concerns her is battlefield tactics, where vieled words, half-truths and flattery are all but useless. By her standards, the greatest virtues another person could have are honesty and integrity, and they’re ones that Primrose pursues whole-heartedly...Even when at times, it might be better to say and do nothing at all.
Combat & Inventory
Quartzose
Rank of Semblance: E
Semblance Type: Manipulator (Creation)
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: Quartzose is a manipulator type semblance that allows the creation and manipulation of quartz crystals..
Description of Semblance: Quartzose allows Primrose to create formations of clear quartz crystals within a range of apporximately the length of a telephone pole (10-12m). She can decide the size and shape the crystal will take before creating it, so long as the form is geometric in nature. It always appears in a semi-transparent rose color, matching the color of Primrose’s aura.
Drawbacks of Semblance: Primrose must be within range of the primary materials which make up Quartz crystals, silicon and oxygen, in order to use her semblance. When constructing crystals of a certain size or shape, the crystals will only form to an extent that is equivalent to the concentration of silicon and oxygen atoms present- If the concentration of oxygen and silicon in a given environment is not capable of growing to the size of crystal Primrose has in mind, the crystal will only form as much as it as able with the available concentration. Any crystal formation Primrose attempts to create must also have a solid base from which to grow- Though silicon and oxygen can be drawn from liquid and gases in a surrounding area, if there is not a solid for the crystal to affix itself to, it will be unable to form. Using her semblance causes a drain in Primrose's aura in proportion to the amount of Quartz that she creates with it.
Shear Fractal
Rank of Weapon(s): F
Description of Weapons(s): A pair of purple uzi submachine guns with long crescent-shaped blades built into the top and bottom of the barrel. The butt-end of the guns can be locked together, allowing a metal extension to unfold out from the bottom of both. The extension is about 140cm in length, and once expanded fully, allows Primrose to wield the connected gun-blades as a long, double-sided and two-handed axe.
Non-Combat Abilities
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Combat Abilities
Name of Combat Ability: Speed
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability:With dedicated training and a degree of inherent skill for fast movement, Primrose has developed a decent degree of speed, allowing her to sprint in bursts that max out at 24km/hr.
Name of Combat Ability: Agility
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability: With a mix of natural fleet-footedness, an environment that necessitated nimble movement and much time spent training, Primrose has become more agile than the average person.
Name of Combat Ability: Martial Arts
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability:Years spent learning combat and self-defense training from her Mother have allowed Primrose to become comfortable with handling close-ranged weapon fighting.
Name of Combat Ability: Stamina
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability:Experience from climbing and traversing the unfriendly slopes of her mountain home has afforded Primrose a good degree of stamina, allowing her to run up to 5km without needing to stop.
Rank of Semblance: E
Semblance Type: Manipulator (Creation)
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: Quartzose is a manipulator type semblance that allows the creation and manipulation of quartz crystals..
Description of Semblance: Quartzose allows Primrose to create formations of clear quartz crystals within a range of apporximately the length of a telephone pole (10-12m). She can decide the size and shape the crystal will take before creating it, so long as the form is geometric in nature. It always appears in a semi-transparent rose color, matching the color of Primrose’s aura.
Drawbacks of Semblance: Primrose must be within range of the primary materials which make up Quartz crystals, silicon and oxygen, in order to use her semblance. When constructing crystals of a certain size or shape, the crystals will only form to an extent that is equivalent to the concentration of silicon and oxygen atoms present- If the concentration of oxygen and silicon in a given environment is not capable of growing to the size of crystal Primrose has in mind, the crystal will only form as much as it as able with the available concentration. Any crystal formation Primrose attempts to create must also have a solid base from which to grow- Though silicon and oxygen can be drawn from liquid and gases in a surrounding area, if there is not a solid for the crystal to affix itself to, it will be unable to form. Using her semblance causes a drain in Primrose's aura in proportion to the amount of Quartz that she creates with it.
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Shear Fractal
Rank of Weapon(s): F
Description of Weapons(s): A pair of purple uzi submachine guns with long crescent-shaped blades built into the top and bottom of the barrel. The butt-end of the guns can be locked together, allowing a metal extension to unfold out from the bottom of both. The extension is about 140cm in length, and once expanded fully, allows Primrose to wield the connected gun-blades as a long, double-sided and two-handed axe.
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Combat Abilities
Name of Combat Ability: Speed
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability:With dedicated training and a degree of inherent skill for fast movement, Primrose has developed a decent degree of speed, allowing her to sprint in bursts that max out at 24km/hr.
Name of Combat Ability: Agility
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability: With a mix of natural fleet-footedness, an environment that necessitated nimble movement and much time spent training, Primrose has become more agile than the average person.
Name of Combat Ability: Martial Arts
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability:Years spent learning combat and self-defense training from her Mother have allowed Primrose to become comfortable with handling close-ranged weapon fighting.
Name of Combat Ability: Stamina
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability:Experience from climbing and traversing the unfriendly slopes of her mountain home has afforded Primrose a good degree of stamina, allowing her to run up to 5km without needing to stop.
Biography
History
Peace is a hard prize to win in Remnant, especially in Vacuo, with it's endless expanses of dessert that teem with Grimm above and beneath the sand. Still, through a lot of pain and a great many blood, sweat and tears, there were at least pockets where it existed. Primrose grew up in one of those pockets.
For as long as they could remember, her Father's family had lived tucked away from the rest of the desert within the crags of a mountain range in a little village called Citrine. Life in the mountains wasn't perfect, but the same could be said of life anywhere else in Vacuo, and Citrine had a benefit most other settlements in the Kingdom couldn't claim- It was permanent, at least as much in any place in Remnant could be. Hidden in the mountain ranges provided it's small population a greater degree safety from the Grimm that roamed the open sands, and through the generations, the people there learned how to protect themselves and move safely through their craggy, rocky home. It wasn't as though they never had bad encounters with Grimm, or suffered through a raid by bandits, but that the people of Citrine always learned from their mistakes and adapted to the environment. The Great War hit them harder than anything had before- But once again, they endured and adapted, they rebuilt what they lost as they always had before.
The village was not perfect, but in the aftermath of the War, they strove desperately to rebuild better, to make themselves stronger, so that their next generation could live without the hardship the war had brought upon them. Few there worked more fiercely for this goal than Primrose's own mother, Angora. She was a veteran from the war, not even from Citrine or Vacuo to begin with- But she'd made her home with them during the war, and when she returned after the fighting was over, the village was happy to take her back. The Great War had taken what Angora had back in Vale- Her family, home and a precious portion of her childhood- and upon settling down in the mountains, she swore that so long as she was alive, she'd protect the peaceful future she'd fought so hard to help reach.
Growing up in Citrine, Primrose did not want for much, as there was not much to have. The village never had an excess of anything...But typically, there was always just enough to go around. The nearest other village was more than a day's travel away, so there was no choice but to be self-sufficient. As soon as she could walk and reliably follow instructions, the young Faunus was given her own responsibilities to fulfill. Long days were spend scaling the mountains- Helping scavenge and scour the narrow mountain paths for resources, learning of the village’s array of intricate traps to deter invaders and Grimm, and memorizing the many cave systems the village used as escape systems were just a necessary part of life in Citrine. On top of this, Angora saw to it her daughter was educated in basic tenents of combat; After her experiences in the war, leaving Primrose unable to protect herself wasn’t something she could stand for as a parent. As the Faunus grew older, it became her responsibility to help tutor younger residents of Citrine, including her little sister, Shir.
And so the days went on, with Primrose dutifully carrying out her assignments as they were given out- There was no room for bellyaching or complaining, not in the mountains. Time was precious, and there was always something to be done.
One night, Grimm attacked. Besieging Citrine in the midst of a rare storm, the village was caught more flat-footed than they might otherwise be. As one of the eldest of Citrine’s children, fell primarily to Primrose to assist in evacuating those younger than her. Things went as smoothly as they could have at first, ushering the others through one of the many tunnels carved through the mountain rock. However, as Primrose prepared to follow after, a Grimm that’d slipped through the adult’s defenses seemed set to bear down on her. Looking death right in the face, the girl cowered, certain it was about to be the end of her.
But, without warning, something threw itself at the beast- Or, rather, someone. Shir, who had seen her elder sister wasn’t with the group, had doubled back, saw the Grimm towering over her, and had decided to do something about it. Picking up a stone and a sharp plank from the wreckage of the fighting, the child leapt onto the Ursa’s shoulders and stabbed and struck at it with all her insignificant might. It did little to deter the monster, which was quick to throw Shir off, before focusing it’s attention on her, now injured and winded. Before Primrose could intervene, it’d moved to tear into her sister, and the elder girl could only tremble and scream in shock and horror.
Fortunately, her cries were enough to sieze the attention of Angora, who having just felled one of the attacking Grim, wasted no time in bringing down the beast that threatened her children. With a veteran’s experience in combat and dealing with small-time Grimm, the Ursa posed no significant challenge for the former solider to dispatch, and by that point, the attack by the Grimm had been all but dealt with, allowing Primrose and her Mother both to focus their attention on her maimed sister.
The injuries were severe, and as soon as the adults could regroup, they made their way as swiftly as possible to the nearest settlement outside the mountains, desperate to save Shir’s life. When they arrived, the girl was at death’s door, unconscious, but still breathing. There, Primrose, Angora and Rakshs would wait in hours of suspense and panic, hoping and praying for a miracle. They waited, and waited, and wait and at last-
“Your daughter is very lucky to be alive.
For the next several months, Shir and her Father would remain in the desert town to focus on her recovery, while Primrose and her Mother returned back to Citrine. The next few weeks, Primrose languished, feeling weighed down by guilt and shame, knowing that even as her siser lived, things would never be the same. Angora left her as she was for some time, remembering all too well her own grief, and thinking it best to allow her daughter the chance to process her emotions. However, when she found Primrose was staying up, confessing to a fear of sleep from nightmares that plagued her dreams, she knew it was time to take action.
From underneath her bed, she’d pulled out a wooden box, worn and covered in dust.
“Prim,” She’d said. ”Let me introduce you to my best friend.”
Opening it, she revealed a heavy and lovingly maintained axe.
“This, dear, kept me alive through a living hell. And if you let it, it can do the same for you.”
That was how Primrose’s training began. At first, it was merely another form of protection, a way to make sure that she’d never again be caught defenseless in front of a Grimm. But when Shir returned home several months later, it became something even more. Her sister’s face was not merely scarred and torn, but a patch lay where an eye had once been, and where a delicate, if callous hand had once been located, there was but a stump. It ignited a fury in Primrose where she’d had anguish and sadness before, and never again could the girl dream of a peaceful, mundane life. So long as Grimm existed in Remnant, she would seek to see them eradicated.
So, Primrose trained, coming to feel the heavy weight of an axe not merely an extension of her body, but as an extension of anger, of her resentment and desire for retribution. Becoming a Huntress was all she wanted now- Aside from the nobility of the career, and the part it’d allow her to play in destroying Grimm, it was more lucrative than anything she might aspire to in Citrine or any nearby village’s. Prosthetics were but a pipe dream for a family of her means, after all, and anything that Primrose could do to restore some semblance of normality to her little sister’s life was one she’d pursue wholeheartedly.
At eighteen, Primrose began preparing to take Shade’s entrance exam, saving up money from odd jobs she’d take outside of Citrine to pay for the academic materials she’d need on the written portion. During one job, news of Haven’s tragedey and restructuring of their admissions policy reached her ears, and with that information, opportunity. After a few more weeks scrounging up lien from as many possible legal sources as she could find, she’d gathered enough to cover the transportation expenses, and at least some of the expected materials for the testing. Over the course of her journey, she poured over every textbook and academic text she’d bought, optimistic that so long as her written testing wasn’t offensive she could pull through on the virtue of her physical testing.
And, as it had turned out...She’d been right.
Family
Father:Rakhsh Kohinoor - Alive
Mother:Angora Pashmina - Alive
Siblings: Shir Kohinoor - Alive
Extra
Primrose - A flower that comes in a large swathe of colors, including white, pink and purple.
Pashmina- A very fine type of wool collected from Cashmere goats.
Peace is a hard prize to win in Remnant, especially in Vacuo, with it's endless expanses of dessert that teem with Grimm above and beneath the sand. Still, through a lot of pain and a great many blood, sweat and tears, there were at least pockets where it existed. Primrose grew up in one of those pockets.
For as long as they could remember, her Father's family had lived tucked away from the rest of the desert within the crags of a mountain range in a little village called Citrine. Life in the mountains wasn't perfect, but the same could be said of life anywhere else in Vacuo, and Citrine had a benefit most other settlements in the Kingdom couldn't claim- It was permanent, at least as much in any place in Remnant could be. Hidden in the mountain ranges provided it's small population a greater degree safety from the Grimm that roamed the open sands, and through the generations, the people there learned how to protect themselves and move safely through their craggy, rocky home. It wasn't as though they never had bad encounters with Grimm, or suffered through a raid by bandits, but that the people of Citrine always learned from their mistakes and adapted to the environment. The Great War hit them harder than anything had before- But once again, they endured and adapted, they rebuilt what they lost as they always had before.
The village was not perfect, but in the aftermath of the War, they strove desperately to rebuild better, to make themselves stronger, so that their next generation could live without the hardship the war had brought upon them. Few there worked more fiercely for this goal than Primrose's own mother, Angora. She was a veteran from the war, not even from Citrine or Vacuo to begin with- But she'd made her home with them during the war, and when she returned after the fighting was over, the village was happy to take her back. The Great War had taken what Angora had back in Vale- Her family, home and a precious portion of her childhood- and upon settling down in the mountains, she swore that so long as she was alive, she'd protect the peaceful future she'd fought so hard to help reach.
Growing up in Citrine, Primrose did not want for much, as there was not much to have. The village never had an excess of anything...But typically, there was always just enough to go around. The nearest other village was more than a day's travel away, so there was no choice but to be self-sufficient. As soon as she could walk and reliably follow instructions, the young Faunus was given her own responsibilities to fulfill. Long days were spend scaling the mountains- Helping scavenge and scour the narrow mountain paths for resources, learning of the village’s array of intricate traps to deter invaders and Grimm, and memorizing the many cave systems the village used as escape systems were just a necessary part of life in Citrine. On top of this, Angora saw to it her daughter was educated in basic tenents of combat; After her experiences in the war, leaving Primrose unable to protect herself wasn’t something she could stand for as a parent. As the Faunus grew older, it became her responsibility to help tutor younger residents of Citrine, including her little sister, Shir.
And so the days went on, with Primrose dutifully carrying out her assignments as they were given out- There was no room for bellyaching or complaining, not in the mountains. Time was precious, and there was always something to be done.
One night, Grimm attacked. Besieging Citrine in the midst of a rare storm, the village was caught more flat-footed than they might otherwise be. As one of the eldest of Citrine’s children, fell primarily to Primrose to assist in evacuating those younger than her. Things went as smoothly as they could have at first, ushering the others through one of the many tunnels carved through the mountain rock. However, as Primrose prepared to follow after, a Grimm that’d slipped through the adult’s defenses seemed set to bear down on her. Looking death right in the face, the girl cowered, certain it was about to be the end of her.
But, without warning, something threw itself at the beast- Or, rather, someone. Shir, who had seen her elder sister wasn’t with the group, had doubled back, saw the Grimm towering over her, and had decided to do something about it. Picking up a stone and a sharp plank from the wreckage of the fighting, the child leapt onto the Ursa’s shoulders and stabbed and struck at it with all her insignificant might. It did little to deter the monster, which was quick to throw Shir off, before focusing it’s attention on her, now injured and winded. Before Primrose could intervene, it’d moved to tear into her sister, and the elder girl could only tremble and scream in shock and horror.
Fortunately, her cries were enough to sieze the attention of Angora, who having just felled one of the attacking Grim, wasted no time in bringing down the beast that threatened her children. With a veteran’s experience in combat and dealing with small-time Grimm, the Ursa posed no significant challenge for the former solider to dispatch, and by that point, the attack by the Grimm had been all but dealt with, allowing Primrose and her Mother both to focus their attention on her maimed sister.
The injuries were severe, and as soon as the adults could regroup, they made their way as swiftly as possible to the nearest settlement outside the mountains, desperate to save Shir’s life. When they arrived, the girl was at death’s door, unconscious, but still breathing. There, Primrose, Angora and Rakshs would wait in hours of suspense and panic, hoping and praying for a miracle. They waited, and waited, and wait and at last-
“Your daughter is very lucky to be alive.
For the next several months, Shir and her Father would remain in the desert town to focus on her recovery, while Primrose and her Mother returned back to Citrine. The next few weeks, Primrose languished, feeling weighed down by guilt and shame, knowing that even as her siser lived, things would never be the same. Angora left her as she was for some time, remembering all too well her own grief, and thinking it best to allow her daughter the chance to process her emotions. However, when she found Primrose was staying up, confessing to a fear of sleep from nightmares that plagued her dreams, she knew it was time to take action.
From underneath her bed, she’d pulled out a wooden box, worn and covered in dust.
“Prim,” She’d said. ”Let me introduce you to my best friend.”
Opening it, she revealed a heavy and lovingly maintained axe.
“This, dear, kept me alive through a living hell. And if you let it, it can do the same for you.”
That was how Primrose’s training began. At first, it was merely another form of protection, a way to make sure that she’d never again be caught defenseless in front of a Grimm. But when Shir returned home several months later, it became something even more. Her sister’s face was not merely scarred and torn, but a patch lay where an eye had once been, and where a delicate, if callous hand had once been located, there was but a stump. It ignited a fury in Primrose where she’d had anguish and sadness before, and never again could the girl dream of a peaceful, mundane life. So long as Grimm existed in Remnant, she would seek to see them eradicated.
So, Primrose trained, coming to feel the heavy weight of an axe not merely an extension of her body, but as an extension of anger, of her resentment and desire for retribution. Becoming a Huntress was all she wanted now- Aside from the nobility of the career, and the part it’d allow her to play in destroying Grimm, it was more lucrative than anything she might aspire to in Citrine or any nearby village’s. Prosthetics were but a pipe dream for a family of her means, after all, and anything that Primrose could do to restore some semblance of normality to her little sister’s life was one she’d pursue wholeheartedly.
At eighteen, Primrose began preparing to take Shade’s entrance exam, saving up money from odd jobs she’d take outside of Citrine to pay for the academic materials she’d need on the written portion. During one job, news of Haven’s tragedey and restructuring of their admissions policy reached her ears, and with that information, opportunity. After a few more weeks scrounging up lien from as many possible legal sources as she could find, she’d gathered enough to cover the transportation expenses, and at least some of the expected materials for the testing. Over the course of her journey, she poured over every textbook and academic text she’d bought, optimistic that so long as her written testing wasn’t offensive she could pull through on the virtue of her physical testing.
And, as it had turned out...She’d been right.
Family
Father:Rakhsh Kohinoor - Alive
Mother:Angora Pashmina - Alive
Siblings: Shir Kohinoor - Alive
Extra
Primrose - A flower that comes in a large swathe of colors, including white, pink and purple.
Pashmina- A very fine type of wool collected from Cashmere goats.
