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  • "An average height somewhat bulky man in h
    "An average height somewhat bulky man in his mid thirties, with dark tan skin and slightly above average complexion. He is usually frowning because most of the time he's bored out of his mind. He's not very bulky, but has very little fat in his body. He has medium hair parted in the middle and slicked back, he also has a scruffy beard. He has a unkempt look to him that doesn't fit all that badly.
    ok to him that doesn't fit all that badly.  +
  • "She's got her father's eyes." Lilia's gre
    "She's got her father's eyes." Lilia's grey gaze is every bit as steely as Arn's, it's true. Unlike her grizzled old father however, she wins hearts with every bat of her sweetly curling lashes. Her features are classically pretty, as if painted on by a master of the craft, with bow shaped lips and a feminine jawline. Her figure is slight, graced with eye-catching curves, and she moves with an absolute certainty that eyes are riveted on her, as they should be. Her voice is effervescent, and her hands move along with her words, making her quite the lively, impassioned speaker.
    her quite the lively, impassioned speaker.  +
  • "The Southern Star in cold North Rises." S
    "The Southern Star in cold North Rises." So spoke the immortal Redrain bard of Princess Valencia Redrain nee Velanosa. In a world of flaming redheads, fair skin, ice and snow, her dark skin and jet black hair makes her stand out, even before the inspirational beauty that sends hearts a flutter. A sweet shaped face, framed by her thick ebon locks always seems alight with joy, mischief, ferocity, intrigue, and any combination of these. Her lush lips curl into gentle expressions, toying with the mind and heart. Her frame is all ample curves and sultry swagger, moving with a grace that accentuates just what she needs to and when. Her voice is often husk mixed with melody, a pleasant sound to the ear that somehow makes the brain disengage from its rightfully necessary defenses against her charm.
    ully necessary defenses against her charm.  +
  • %T Imposing isn't really a word one would
    %T Imposing isn't really a word one would use to describe the figure before you. Lithe, scrawny, and still bearing the features of a child, the Knight-Aspirant Lissa looks more akin to a noble's sickly teenage daughter than the figure they aspire to be. Lengthy, tangled brunette hair is usually tied back with a length of fraying string, the occasional lock falling loose to frame the woman's soft, fair features. Gold-speckled green eyes peer out warily from plucked thin brunette brows, the bridge of her nose that separates the pair appearing just slightly crooked in its length. Her thin lips are near-constantly pursed into a line, leaving the impression of a ponderous nature, or perhaps just a sour meal just wearing off. %T Whatever clothes she wears, they hardly fit her form, usually appearing loose or frumpy on her slim frame, her lack of chest doing little to aid her. The collar of her attire is usual kept upturned, an effort being put forth to veil the majority of her spindly neck.
    to veil the majority of her spindly neck.  +
  • %TA delicate flower. A fragile gem. An apt
    %TA delicate flower. A fragile gem. An apt description for the woman, in form and figure. Lush, tonal green eyes, darkly lashed, accented by perfectly arched brows illuminate her face, set above a puckish nose. Full, sweetly curved cupid's bow lips in a naturally rosey tone add a sensuality to her face, offsetting high cheekbones and a slender chin. Her skin is all peaches and cream, darkened by a peppering of freckles splashed over her skin. Her hair is a brilliant sun-kissed red, shot through with hints of sunset orange and gold, framing her face in the playful wisps, and falling down to the small of her back.
    and falling down to the small of her back.  +
  • %TCatching first sight of the flaxen haire
    %TCatching first sight of the flaxen haired woman before you, has very striking green eyes,.. those eyes, so captivating, yet perhaps only equaled to that smile of hers. Her hair frames her fair features long and waterfalling with ribbons dancing within her locks. Her figure, hour glassed and slender. But there is something beyond pretty says she is dangerous.
    thing beyond pretty says she is dangerous.  +
  • %TEverything about Sheena speaks of demure
    %TEverything about Sheena speaks of demure innocence. There is no mistaking her as anything but a child of the mourning Isles. She has been blessed with an hourglass figure with legs that go on for days. Her skin has a natural sun kissed look, undoubtedly from years of sun. The raven black and curly tresses of hair fall in a heavy sheet to just passed her well rounded backside. When looking at her face it would fall into the stereotypical 'classic beauty' with the aristocratic feel to her features. However, signs of a hard life do show in her ocean blue eyes and upon her curvy figure. Subtle kinks of calluses mar her hands and feet and traces of scars touch her back. When she speaks her voice is always soft, even when angry and the way she carries herself reminds of a deer on the cusp of fleeing.
    reminds of a deer on the cusp of fleeing.  +
  • %THe's of the usual male Valardin stock, w
    %THe's of the usual male Valardin stock, which is to say Edwyn is tall, broad-shouldered, fit, fair of face, and hence easy on the eyes but fairly nondescript besides. There's little scarring to be found on his fair skin, but his stride and manner is lively when demanded - rarely does his gaze seem to truly light up with enthusiasm, however. He does care enough to keep the clean, angled lines of his face free of facial hair.
    led lines of his face free of facial hair.  +
  • %TMarcos is tall, just a few inches over s
    %TMarcos is tall, just a few inches over six feet, and has a build of a young hard working farm hand. Muscle put on by countless hours of physical labor give him broad shoulders and caloused hands. Those hands oversized and thick. Hair the color of dark honey in shadows set off bright blue eyes. A few weeks worth of beard resides apon his chin.
    eeks worth of beard resides apon his chin.  +
  • %TSomber is the dark gaze of a young woman
    %TSomber is the dark gaze of a young woman no older than eighteen years. Her caramel brown eyes seem haunted, distant and weary, yet in rare moments show a spark of life and hope. Freckles dance over the cheeks and across bridge of this young woman's nose, and her oval face is framed by wavy locks of the shimmering copper. Her nose is petit, lips full and her small chin slightly dimpled. Becka looks as if she must live on the street, for her face is at times dirty, and her clothing looks as if it could use a good wash. The pale blue dress hanging from her lithe frame could possibly be the only dress the girl owns.
    possibly be the only dress the girl owns.  +
  • %TStanding approximately six feet and thre
    %TStanding approximately six feet and three inches tall, Alberic is an individual defined by duality. Though his soft features make him appear easy-going and approachable, he has spent his life in between the commoners and the nobility of the realm. He is often stoic, especially around people of importance, though a smile can break through around those who know him. His clear blue eyes are careful and searching, always studying what is before him in detail. His skin is pale, despite a muscular and dextrous build shaped by years in Naval Service. %TWhat Alberic happens to be wearing depends entirely on his company. Most often he is found in uniform, proudly kept and maintained. It isn't unlikely for him to be found wearing attire suitable enough to be seen in at Court, awaiting an audience to report on his responsibilities or duties, but he is just that: an Admiral reporting to Lords and Ladies.
    an Admiral reporting to Lords and Ladies.  +
  • %TWith a lush, full head of smoke-grey hai
    %TWith a lush, full head of smoke-grey hair and a rich beard, Manox looks like most people's kindly elder relative. His visible disposition is somewhere between friendly and mysterious, his mannerisms a touch on the quirky side; a subtle twitch here, a genial laugh from nowhere there, a cough without obvious sign in between. He stands somewhere above six feet, looming over many, with broad, full shoulders. His wardrobe runs to the functional, given his obvious occupation as an apothecary, with his robe truncated at the midthigh region, a wide belt keeping it separated from his pants, which have several large patches, yet not for repair purposes; if anything, they look as if they have either coins or something similarly sized and shaped sealed inside of them - it probably makes sense to apothecaries, perhaps.
    ably makes sense to apothecaries, perhaps.  +
  • 'Sila is swarthy skinned in the summers an
    'Sila is swarthy skinned in the summers and pale of skin during winter. She is statuesque yet filled out in delightful proportions, her body is well toned and the muscles beneath are lean and subtle. Voluminous chocolate curls cascade down around her shoulders, wafting the delicate aroma of honeysuckle. Almond shaped eyes the color of clear blue water sit above high cheek bones and flit to and fro, demonstrative of her keen perceptions and constant ability to notice the little things. White ink tattoos of prodigal make adorn her body with various arcane symbols and names in the flowing Eurusi script. Her ears are pierced many times and she often wears earcuffs, dangerous looking accessories and practical but alluring attire to accentuate her sharp, predatory beauty.
    to accentuate her sharp, predatory beauty.  +
  • (he/they) Dalsam is a short person with wa
    (he/they) Dalsam is a short person with warm, medium brown skin. They have dark brown eyes and a wiry build. Their black hair is thick and curly, and they wear it long and in a ponytail. His voice is low and pleasant, and he tends to speak rather softly. He walks with a slight limp. He has long, deft fingers, often inkstained. Altogether, though, their appearance isn't especially unusual; they prefer to go unnoticed in a crowd.
    l; they prefer to go unnoticed in a crowd.  +
  • A bear of a man, young and robust with a light brown mixture of intricate braids and loose hair that billows around his shoulders.  +
  • A bear, that best describes this massive m
    A bear, that best describes this massive man. Looking at Ansgar, he appears to be a man on the softening side of a strong body. He is still straight-backed and has heavy powerful arms and shoulders, but a thick waist and slow moving joints show his prime is good and gone. Thick black hair covers Ansgar from head to heel, the hair atop his head has gone more silver than black in the last 10 years, his mustache is still as black as it ever was, but his beard is as white as the driven snow. Hair pops out from the neckline of his shirt and around his wrist if he's not wearing gauntlets. Ansgar's gold-specked green eyes look more youthful than what his body shows, as if his mind feels like it were still 20, even if his body screams 60.
    ere still 20, even if his body screams 60.  +
  • A beast of a man stands tall and well-buil
    A beast of a man stands tall and well-built. His bronzed skin speaks of his days spent under the southern sun, as well as the hours dedicated to his task at the forge. His callused and slightly burnt hands echo such a tale. His dark brown hair is often pulled back into a ponytail. His face is framed by a thick but well-tended beard.
    s framed by a thick but well-tended beard.  +
  • A big man and not just in height though he
    A big man and not just in height though he reaches 6'2" when standing barefoot. He is broad of shoulder and chest, thick with muscle, and that muscle is scarred in a multitude of places from many battles and fights. His skin is the deep gold of pale skin bronzed by the sun though each scar is white making them stand out all the more. Once past the massive size of the man and the scars there is everything else. Long dark black hair is often pulled back into a severe ponytail or braid, but when allowed to flow loose has soft curls down past his shoulders in a thick mane. Pale blue eyes are steely hard set framed by high angular cheekbones made sharper by the dark trimmed beard he wears. His jaw is often set with a determination that shows a flex of his jaw beneath that beard as well. A broad proud nose centers his face resting above thin lips.
    centers his face resting above thin lips.  +
  • A bit rough around the edges, this fellow
    A bit rough around the edges, this fellow looks weathered by both the sun and more than one tavern brawl. Faint scarring mars his face beneath and beside one eye, evidence of a knife wound, and small pale marks on his fingers are evidence of burns suffered in the past. For that, his face has a certain pleasing angularity, a firm-jawed countenance marked by bright green eyes. His hair falls near to shoulder length, glossy, night-dark black. Around six feet in height and broad through the shoulders, he boasts a sinewy muscularity that lends the impression of a man well used to labor.
    he impression of a man well used to labor.  +
  • A blend green, gray, and hazel create a st
    A blend green, gray, and hazel create a striking muddied-green color, like the water of a desert riverway held back by almond-shaped banks of her eyes. Narrow upticks of eyebrows further encouraging the focus on those eyes, drawing some of the attention away from a slightly long nose. Her bow-shaped lips are frequently painted in some form of pink. There's a delicate look to the lines of cheek and jaw, something refined and noble about them. All of this is made more obvious with the frequentness with which she wears her hair back in some intricate set of braids. Jasra is a tall figure at 5'11" and lithe of build save for the accent of a woman's curves.
    d save for the accent of a woman's curves.  +
  • A broad shouldered figure packed with stur
    A broad shouldered figure packed with sturdy muscle made up Ashkyr's sturdy frame, a frame that was originally built and used aboard a ship. His hands were rough to the touch, calloused heavily from a lifetime of hoisting sails, and kept in their condition by his martial craft. Dark brown hair crowned his scar-less features, the most prominent of which were his strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a nose that had clearly been broken more than a few times. Overall, he was handsome in a rugged sense, and looked capable of defending himself in melee combat, no matter the weapon.
    elf in melee combat, no matter the weapon.  +
  • A broad shouldered man in his late twentie
    A broad shouldered man in his late twenties, Aelius stands about 6'0" feet all, with a sandy blonde hair reaching up to the upper part of his neck. A pair of deep blue eyes gaze calmly away, matching with his aquiline nose and thin, rosy lips. This man has a strong square jaw, which contrast with the rest of his features. He is clad in a dark coloured, richly designed doublet which bears some golden adormens, being tied around his waist by a leather belt. A set of leather brown pants and black boots complete his outfit.
    pants and black boots complete his outfit.  +
  • A bulky man of stature with a thick brown
    A bulky man of stature with a thick brown beard. A scar divides his furrowed brow and ends at his left cheek. His hands appear calloused, singed, and over worked. He wears a stoic expression that is tough to penetrate. While fair skinned, his face has traces of black soot. He smells like a burning fire and ore.
    ot. He smells like a burning fire and ore.  +
  • A bull of a man, a hulking mass of bulging
    A bull of a man, a hulking mass of bulging muscle and flesh with heavy shoulders, a thick neck and huge arms that make whatever he wears a size too tight. With his pale bluish skin, this herculean figure could be mistaken for a statue of the perfect masculine figure commonly found in the majestic gardens of any Great House. True to the old reputation of the Steelharts, the man does not smile and a permanent wolf's snarl is plastered across his face as if they are in a perpetual state of wrath and anger. Just as the mastiffs that his family is known for, Harrow has been bred for war. Pale blue eyes and dark, short cut hair, as well as various scars, make up the face of this hound of a man. A nose broken too many times, a horizontal cut across the cheek, a slash across the eyebrow. Yet these features mix in with definite masculine features - a stubbled sharp jawline, dimples in the cheeks and sharp features.
    dimples in the cheeks and sharp features.  +
  • A captivating blend of quiet command, conf
    A captivating blend of quiet command, confidence and a certain invincible, unconquerable air embraces the essence of this young woman. Standing at a height of around five foot eight, everything about her commands attention; from the set of her brow and shoulders, to the mass of dark hair that falls to the small of her back. Her smile, when shown, is vibrant and alive, and her complexion bears testament to her southern heritage; rich and warm with a smattering of freckles. Military training has blessed her with a frame that's slender yet strong, and she carries herself with sinuous grace.
    nd she carries herself with sinuous grace.  +
  • A cascade of night-dark hair tumbles to th
    A cascade of night-dark hair tumbles to this woman's olive-skinned shoulders. When caught under the light, the stygian locks reflect shades of brown that betray her true color. She has a kindly face with big, brown eyes fringed with long lashes, set beneath thin, gently curving brows of the same dark color. A warm rose-red color sits naturally in the apples of her cheeks. Her wide, coral-pink mouth gives easily to smiles that dominate her features, and unifies them in an outpouring of tender affection. Slender shoulders give way to a silhouette of understated contours and long, elegant legs. Thin arms end in petite hands of slim, delicate fingers bereft of anything resembling a callus or blemish.
    f anything resembling a callus or blemish.  +
  • A cascade of umber tresses frame Scylla’s
    A cascade of umber tresses frame Scylla’s striking visage, dark hues throwing alabaster skin into sharp relief. When not plaited or tied back, that waist-length mane might be nigh impossible to tame without the assistance of strategically placed hairpins. Her eyebrows are voluminous and expressive, complimenting vivid, storm-gray eyes flecked with emerald fragments as brilliant as the gemstone itself. Freckles ornament every inch of skin that has ever been exposed to direct sunlight, a result of living and working aboard a ship most of her adult life. She possesses a litheness of motion that signifies a physical strength and agility as befits a combatant’s physique, though it does not detract from latent feminine elegance. Burn scarring the consistency of melted wax disfigures the left side of her neck, shoulder and the outside of her adjoining arm; at least, that accounts for what may be visible to others while clothed. A scar of a different nature blemishes her forehead, just above her left eyebrow. It is narrow and with a clean edge, indicating skin-splitting, blunt force trauma.
    cating skin-splitting, blunt force trauma.  +
  • A champagne head of straight hair comes to
    A champagne head of straight hair comes to a point at the nape of Nanette's neck - feathersoft to the touch, the strands are fine and there's always a few stubborn fly-aways that shift in the breeze or with the slightest movement of the woman's head, giving her an almost ethereal, weightless look. She takes great care of the fringe that hangs like a thick-bristled brush across her forehead, casting shadows over her eyes and adding a youthful flair to the otherwise severe manner in which she carries and portrays herself. While her fawn-beige complexion is unblemished, Nanette does have prominent under-eye-circles, though only a small trace of them remain after she's applied a light touch of make-up. Her doll-like eyelashes are as black as crow feathers, framing her intense green gaze which is usually focused and agile when the woman is working, darting over her work be it at the easel or the desk; but when she meets the eyes of another there is a certain unwavering intensity and raw emotion that can be quite arresting - like a pair of jade whirlpools, they hold the gaze of the other person and dares them to blink or to look away first. Nanette often leaves a crisp, fresh smell in her wake, like the cold sharpness of an Autumn morning - the woman bathes often and enjoys both soaps and good perfume. However, the heady trace of oil paints never fully leaves her.
    race of oil paints never fully leaves her.  +
  • A classically handsome man, Angelo bears a
    A classically handsome man, Angelo bears a deceptive softness to some of his masculine features. His full lips bow to form an almost imperceptible smirk, however in a moment of rare brilliance, his smile could light an entire room. Dark brown hair is often charmingly disheveled by the unconscious rustling of his fingers while deep in study. His expressions are often measured as he is known for being a serious man, yet his eyes have the ability to stare into one’s soul while maintaining his own mysteries. Tall and lean, he carries himself with quiet distinction, becoming of a nobleman of his status.
    ion, becoming of a nobleman of his status.  +
  • A classically handsome man, Angelo bears a
    A classically handsome man, Angelo bears a deceptive softness to some of his masculine features. His full lips bow to form an almost imperceptible smirk, however in a moment of rare brilliance, his smile could light an entire room. Dark brown hair is often charmingly disheveled by the unconscious rustling of his fingers while deep in study. His expressions are often measured as he is known for being a serious man, yet his eyes have the ability to stare into one’s soul while maintaining his own mysteries. Tall and lean, he carries himself with quiet distinction, becoming of a nobleman of his status. {w({nA simple copper ring is worn on his left index finger, nothing fancy but clearly worked on with care.{w){n
    ancy but clearly worked on with care.{w){n  +
  • A clear strength radiates from every inch
    A clear strength radiates from every inch of this tall woman, her devotion to duty shown in muscles tried and tested, in a thickness to her limbs bred from training and experience. Her face is hard, a strong jaw and prominent nose accentuated by soulful hazel eyes that are often set in a resolute stare. Her skin is marked by battle, scars earned and worn as reminders of failures, as reasons to improve. Shortly cropped blonde hair bucks vanity in favor of usefulness.
    hair bucks vanity in favor of usefulness.  +
  • A cloud of springy black curls flares back
    A cloud of springy black curls flares back from Flora's round-featured face: dimples in the apples of her cheeks, a round snub to her nose, a full bow to her soft mouth, with warm, dark skin a shade like ochre. Taut muscle shows strong and firm across her arms, across the broad bulk of her shoulders. Her body is lean and fit, conditioned and strong, her sturdy muscle not at all undercut by the firm curves of womanhood undeniable in her shape. Her eyes, a clear, light brown, often suggest a dreamer's pensiveness.
    wn, often suggest a dreamer's pensiveness.  +
  • A comely young woman with vibrant green ey
    A comely young woman with vibrant green eyes and neck-length, smartly kept brown hair. Her eyes are hawkish, analytical things, suggesting a thoughtful bearing. While possessed of some pleasing curves, her lithe body type is clearly one more for going unnoticed than being the center of attention. Lacking in much obvious strength, physical grace and polite bearing seem to be the order of the day here.
    ring seem to be the order of the day here.  +
  • A critical evaluation of the young woman w
    A critical evaluation of the young woman would describe her form as compact and efficient; petite in height, and comprised almost entirely of lean muscle. Though softer in their construction, her facial features seem similarly sculptured; high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a delicate aquiline nose. Avaline’s full lips rest naturally upturned, giving the sense of a constant secretive smile, which only amplifies the curious spark in her eyes. Her hair is a nod to fashion and function, the great length of the large soft curls of hair swept off her neck in braids and twists, yet never managing to fully confine the long bangs that frame her face.
    onfine the long bangs that frame her face.  +
  • A curly mop of unruly black hair sits atop
    A curly mop of unruly black hair sits atop his head -- a gift he inherited from his mother, and it's a good thing that he did. It helps mitigate what would otherwise be a too-severe face made of hard lines, sharp angles, and a layer of stubble thick enough to be called 'not-quite-a-beard' by the day's end regardless of whether or not he was clean-shaven that morning. The harsh demands of a knight's training carried that same hardness through his frame, which is all taut muscle and tanned skin marred by telling scars. If there is any softness to be found in him at all, it's in his eyes. A vibrant shade of green the exact color of a spring leaf, they hold more warmth than his general bearing might suggest at first glance.
    ral bearing might suggest at first glance.  +
  • A deepset frown has taken up residence on
    A deepset frown has taken up residence on Ophne's features and refuses to leave. The same beleaguered expression lingers in moments of rest and perfect contentment. Family members say that even as a sleeping infant, Ophne looked like she was about to punch somebody in the face. Athletically cut from frequent overland treks through forested regions in the North, the raven-haired beauty's default expression is not the only formidable thing about her. She really does look like she's got a decent right hook.
    s look like she's got a decent right hook.  +
  • A deliberate pattern of raised scars frame
    A deliberate pattern of raised scars frame her face, notably on her chin, her jawline, along her cheek bones, and across her forehead, serving to accent features that were already sharp and severe. Her skin is sun-baked and weather-beaten, as if she's spent the vast majority of her life outside, and there's no shortage of cuts, scrapes, idle bruises and less deliberate scarring about her--minor to major--to suggest a life spent living, and living hard. Her hands are particularly well calloused and worn. Her eyes are a brownish-gold, particularly the latter in good lighting. She wears her hair cut very short on the sides of her head but allows it to grow somewhat longer on top, where it's usually pulled back into a simply knot. Two raven feathers are the only adornment here, and her hair is so black that it's easy to mistake them for part of this unusual style. She is built for her work, wiry and tightly muscled, and when she moves, her step is light and deliberate.
    e moves, her step is light and deliberate.  +
  • A delicate creation of pleasing curves and
    A delicate creation of pleasing curves and slender limbs, the svelte woman carries a history told in tattoos from the neck down-- nary a spot of flesh uninked. Her hair is long; heavy and thick, desperately dark at the roots with the added detail of sun-bleached tips. And then, there were her eyes, as unflinching as a shark's black stare despite their pleasing color, lined in midnight kohl to further draw attention. All other facial details are obscured beneath the intricate chains of her mask, visage revealed only to those who can afford it.
    revealed only to those who can afford it.  +
  • A delicate doll of a young woman, in circl
    A delicate doll of a young woman, in circles outside of Arx she is likely used to being the prettiest girl in the room always. Her features delicately sculpted, her blond hair always tumbling about as if it just fell perfectly that way. Her golden eyes and mouth are expressive, shifting readily with every feeling that possesses her. Her frame is petite, as the rest of her, lean and subtle in its curves. {w({nThe usually petite lady seems even leaner than normal, her features having grown somewhat angular as any softeness has vacated.{w){n
    angular as any softeness has vacated.{w){n  +
  • A dense crown of thick dark hair shines at
    A dense crown of thick dark hair shines atop Elyid's head, fanning voluminously upward as would a halo. His light brown complexion grows richer with exposure to the sun, as does his general demeanor. Often self-styled with tasteful incorporations of bone, feather, and fur, this young nobleman embodies a controlled type of wilderness, a youthful Northern ferocity that's been focused and is betrayed only in the briefest flashes of his eyes.
    only in the briefest flashes of his eyes.  +
  • A few inches taller than average height in
    A few inches taller than average height in Arvum, Anabelle exemplifies Oathlander nobility. Slender in all the right places, her build is slightly more generous than usual to the neverending consternation of her tailors. Her hair reaches to her shoulders, a tantalizing mixture of golden brown and honey blond strands to create a dazzling amber effect, and is always styled to perfection. Fine, delicately arched brows are set over an almond-shaped pair of blue-gray eyes that would be chilling if they weren't so filled with warmth and zeal. Her nose is slender and straight, flaring out just a touch towards the end. Lastly, she has a full, generous mouth capable of great mobility in her smiles.
    h capable of great mobility in her smiles.  +
  • A figure of ethereal beauty with flowing p
    A figure of ethereal beauty with flowing platinum hair cascading along her elegant form to taper against her waist, the tops of her pointed ears brushing through her soft locks. Lithe and graceful, she's light on her feet and moves with a dancer's finesse. Her bright blue eyes shine beneath long lashes with an unquenchable curiosity for what lies around her, while her lips seem to curve into a ready smile, warm and welcoming.
    ve into a ready smile, warm and welcoming.  +
  • A fine specimen of male from the southern
    A fine specimen of male from the southern lands. A noble of roses, to be certain. Olive toned and tanned, blue eyed though they have the golden circle of dawn when the irises contract and at least a dozen odd, red flecks here and there amongst the bright blue. He has long, dark brown hair that is often kept tied back at the temples. There is an air of energy and curiosity about the man, young as he is, and a quiet and stern wisdom to his long brows.
    quiet and stern wisdom to his long brows.  +
  • A first glance, Marius seems a man built f
    A first glance, Marius seems a man built for the hard life of the wild places, with broad shoulders and the thick, rough muscle of years of practical work, rather than lean, trained muscle. His sharp eyes, green like the first leaves of spring, miss little and often focus on nothing, taking in all of his surroundings at once. His smiles and scowls, however, transform him into a charming, handsome man, especially when his sunset auburn hair is kept and styled as men of the Compact might. His voice, when speaking, is a smooth, engaging sound, capturing the attention of those around him. When in the midst of rage, he is the thunder in a torrent, the quaking of the earth, powerful and primal.
    quaking of the earth, powerful and primal.  +
  • A foreboding man whose height and broad sh
    A foreboding man whose height and broad shoulders combine with a dark complexion to grant him a vaguely sinister and menacing appearance. The way his bright green eyes dissect his surroundings, hungrily seeking and weighing, does little to diminish that impression. His black hair and beard are peppered with gray, both kept short, but hardly neat. His skin is weathered by age and elements, his face heavily creased and lined in a way that suggests a hard-lived life. A jagged, uneven scar mars his features, beginning near the left temple and terminating below the jawline across the corner of his mouth, which draws his lips into an uneven smirk.
    which draws his lips into an uneven smirk.  +
  • A friendly looking and outgoing man with d
    A friendly looking and outgoing man with dark skin. He has brilliant hazel eyes that survey his environment with constant alertness and not a touch of introversion. A mop of dark brown hair rests upon his head. His young appearing age is belied by a gaze which seems to hold wisdom beyond - until of course he speaks.
    wisdom beyond - until of course he speaks.  +
  • A gilded confection from the top of head t
    A gilded confection from the top of head to the tip of feet, a glow seemed to vibrate and hum about her person from deep within, such was her coloration. Past slim shoulders to a gentle burgeoning of hips did the waves of her sunshine mane fall in a mixture of largely loose parts patterned with various braids. The ends of these tiny strands were tasseled with a mixture of pale feathers that blended into the natural highlights caused by her time out of doors. Often troubled by errant curls, this healer's gaze was a trap of slickly sticky proportions as the honeyed drizzle caught the light in a warm invitation of silent conversation. The thick frame of lashes couldn't dim the bewitching aureate hue that glimmered with the promise of a soon to be formed smile, pearly whites shining as Leonaess was known to practically beam at most anyone she met. Build was slight and though she may have been willowy in curvature there was still light muscle worked into torso, arms and legs giving a suggestion that she did not lead a sedentary lifestyle. Milky pale skin was unblemished and unscarred as of yet, though bits of earth and herbal matter could often be detected on the tips of fingers or palms. Scents that clung to her were flowery with the faint renewal of rain sweeping over the land, natural things that were concocted by the hills in which she roamed.
    oncocted by the hills in which she roamed.  +
  • A gray-haired man facing the twilight of h
    A gray-haired man facing the twilight of his life, the lines of his hard and once-handsome face present a grimly dignified countenance. Bland enough in appearance to be mistaken for some commoner's surly grandfather or cantankerous uncle, the slightly heavy set inquisitor would hardly be intimidating were it not for the extremely hard light in his dark eyes that suggest not a trace of mercy or concern for the welfare of others.
    ercy or concern for the welfare of others.  +
  • A handsome man with an air of sophisticati
    A handsome man with an air of sophistication, Ignacio exhibits practiced perfection in almost every aspect of his life. His dark hair is meticulously groomed and he is always clean shaven. It is a rare day when a shadow of stubble appears on his cheeks. He is tall and broad, his body honed from a lifetime of fighting, and his hands are thick and calloused from years of riding. He is the epitome of a knight and chivalrous to a fault. One might mistake him at first for a knight of the Oathlands, but his smile is quick and mischievous and his expressive eyes seem to hold onto a dark secret that makes him all the more alluring.
    cret that makes him all the more alluring.  +
  • A handsome man with an unblemished caramel
    A handsome man with an unblemished caramel complexion and mysterious dark eyes, everything about Duarte Amedeo seems perfectly polished. His teeth are perfectly straight, his eyebrows perfectly neat, his fingernails perfectly clipped. Never the slightest bit of dirt or hint of imperfection seems to ever mar his skin or clothing. His dark hair is kept stylishly short and a faintly amused smile seems to ever-linger on his lips.
    ed smile seems to ever-linger on his lips.  +