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- Ophira Blackshore + (Looking like a creature summoned from the … Looking like a creature summoned from the very air, the sylphic glide of form as it moved with cool assurance caused not a disturbance upon the ground in which she walked. Only the rustle of skirts, like a tumbling leaf strewn haphazardly by the wind, announced the quiet presence of Lady Ophira. All graceful svelte lines, there was naught a blemish on the dusky expanse of skin from pristine fingertip to slim swan neck. Dusky tone was offset with a glossy tumble of dark, midnight black hair that was set in a loose braid that rested at her hips. The darkened curling tendrils often broke loose from the confines of it's tie, brushing against the noblewoman's features where power lurked. It was not in lips that were often set in a cunning line of interest, a tease of a smile at the corner of mouth as if she knew a secret you did not, lower lip a bit fuller than upper making it more grippable by pearly whites in a thoughtful bite. The power was not in the high browed, pronounced cheekbones of an aristocratic face nor the straight nose that held a delicate point. As one might expect it was in large, burdensome eyes that were framed by a thickened cluster of dark lashes, leaving expression sultry in it's heavy lidded questing for what lay at the true heart of those that were fortunate or in some circumstances most unfortunate to have crossed her path.most unfortunate to have crossed her path.)
- Ophira Seraceni + (Looking like a creature summoned from the … Looking like a creature summoned from the very air, the sylphic glide of form as it moved with cool assurance caused not a disturbance upon the ground in which she walked. Only the rustle of skirts, like a tumbling leaf strewn haphazardly by the wind, announced the quiet presence of Lady Ophira. All graceful svelte lines, there was naught a blemish on the dusky expanse of skin from pristine fingertip to slim swan neck. Dusky tone was offset with a glossy tumble of dark, midnight black hair that was set in a loose braid that rested at her hips. The darkened curling tendrils often broke loose from the confines of it's tie, brushing against the noblewoman's features where power lurked. It was not in lips that were often set in a cunning line of interest, a tease of a smile at the corner of mouth as if she knew a secret you did not, lower lip a bit fuller than upper making it more grippable by pearly whites in a thoughtful bite. The power was not in the high browed, pronounced cheekbones of an aristocratic face nor the straight nose that held a delicate point. As one might expect it was in large, burdensome eyes that were framed by a thickened cluster of dark lashes, leaving expression sultry in it's heavy lidded questing for what lay at the true heart of those that were fortunate or in some circumstances most unfortunate to have crossed her path.most unfortunate to have crossed her path.)
