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| Camilla Pravus + | Camilla is eerie sensuality, a simple glance to her gait and eyes warning a passerby the Suspire is not one they should want by their side or on their bed. And yet, the dark beauty of Setarco is hard to resist, clad in a mien of shadow and mystery. Camilla is feral swagger and sinister allure that is enhanced by gifted looks and artful use of words. More than a tryst, the courtier is the promise of something unforgettable. Physically, Camilla is notable for her pale, dotted skin and ever shifting mass of obsidian-colored hairs. Her eyes, pools of deep onyx, invite a brave one to gaze upon her soulful self, drawing attention away from her perfectly sculpted, chiseled angular features. Where most would coast on their heritage's blessing to seduce, Camilla intoxicates with airs and moves, sways and subtle quirks of brow and the corners of thick lips. Camilla's body is a dangerous hybrid of lean muscle and dramatic curves, serpentine grace gifted to her by the blood of Sins making the courtier's sensual flesh a lethal weapon in the hands of a deadly duelist. + |
| Canaan Savantis + | Crowned by hair of a moderate-to-light blond color, this undeniably male figure stands somewhere around average height. Something around six feet if one had to make a guess. His posture is not particularly great, either. The hair atop is head hangs down to about the placement of an angular jaw, and is sometimes tucked behind his ears. His blue eyes are somewhat beady and subtle cracks of age show faintly around them. His left cheek sports two thin diagonal scars. A somewhat hooked nose is prominent on his face, seemingly to have once been broken, set over thin lips and a rather stout chin make up his features. His weathered skin does a good job of making him as someone near or over 'the hill' of age and the usual stubble upon his face does nothing to assist. His hands sport light callouses and a few scars, prone to tucking themselves into pockets when available. + |
| Candace Corvo + | Candace is a woman of mature years set upon the path of aging gracefully, but the athletic young woman she was is still there if you know where to look. Her golden tresses have faded to ash blonde locks that she keeps chopped to shoulder length. Intense green eyes have become seawater jade, though they are no less discerning than they were way back when. Decades of adventuring have left her erect of posture, with the strong limbs and spare frame that are the hallmarks of such a life. Where others her age may have become elegant and refined, Candace is handsome and fit. Eminently practical, she always dresses for the task that needs doing, not to be seen doing it. + |
| Candido Orata + | Candido is on the taller side for a man, with a naturally angular, long-limbed build that martial training has beaten away from awkwardness and given definition and grace. He's closer to thirty than twenty, though there's a boyishness to his features and lightness to his brown eyes that can make him seem younger. His brown skin is tanned dark still from a good deal of time outdoors, and he has dark hair given to fly-aways and stray curls whenever it gets longer than strict military tidiness. His face is open and expression, with high cheekbones, a prominent nose that's clearly been broken a time or two, and a short, dark beard that he plainly takes care to trim regularly. When he speaks, his accent marks him plainly as a son of the Lyceum, with a drawl specific the commons in Lenosia for those who know such things. + |
| Cantus Crown + | Tall and broad, with bright green eyes and short blonde hair, Cantus a sense of barely-contained energy, like a rope pulled taut. He has the wiry build of someone who does a lot of physical labor, and the smattering of small scars across his face and arms lend further weight to that image. Quick to both smile and frown, though rarely do either touch his eyes. + |
| Capri De Lire + | Brown haired and green-eyed, standing at a bit over six feet in height, this man could probably best be described as rakish. He has a square jaw and his nose has been broken twice, and there is a small scar from some fight beneath his left eye. His mouth is almost permanently resting in a confident grin. He has broad shoulders and a swordsman's build, with calloused hands and an ambling gait. + |
| Caprice Artiglio + | She has about her a warmth of color -- in her firelit copper hair, in her richly complected skin. She has high cheekbones, delicate, slightly gaunt cheekbones, and above them big, bright green eyes. Those brilliant eyes are distant, her smiles elusive, beautiful. For all her loveliness, she is built like a bird: elegant in her own way, but entirely too thin. Because of her weight, perhaps, she moves lightly, each step graceful and airy, effortlessly so. + |
| Cara Ashford + | A mediocre poet once compared this woman to a pearl, a far more apt description than his talent might suggest. While her skin, at least, is reminiscent of the gem in question, her features are too angular and coloring too dark to lay claim to the similarity, save in one respect: she is the product of a youth in near constant irritation, composed and lovely despite originating inside the familial-equivalent of a mollusc. Her smile is serene and offered rarely; her brows are straight as arrows and prone to lowering in concern more readily than frustration. She moves gracefully and deliberately, rarely startling, and has a habit of tangling her long pale fingers together when she's thinking deeply or fighting strong emotion. + |
| Cara Grayson + | A mediocre poet once compared this woman to a pearl, a far more apt description than his talent might suggest. While her skin, at least, is reminiscent of the gem in question, her features are too angular and coloring too dark to lay claim to the similarity, save in one respect: she is the product of a youth in near constant irritation, composed and lovely despite originating inside the familial-equivalent of a mollusc. Her smile is serene and offered rarely; her brows are straight as arrows and prone to lowering in concern more readily than frustration. She moves gracefully and deliberately, rarely startling, and has a habit of tangling her long pale fingers together when she's thinking deeply or fighting strong emotion. + |
| Caras Wyrmguard + | A large man, darkly handsome and with a confident and regal bearing. Well over six feet tall, he is a physically imposing figure. Most notable after his build and presence are a pair of scars on the left side of his face. One begins at his brow and mars the tanned skin of his forehead, proceeds over his eye and is lost in the scruff of his five o'clock shadow. The other bisects the left half of his mouth and curves down over his strong chin. His hair is dark and straight, flowing down just past his ears. Eyes are gray and often kind. When neutral, his face seems almost haughty but when lit up with a smile or during conversation, it is easy to see that he is a man of compassion and fellowship. + |
| Carilova Nowak + | There was no shortage of peers and commoners that exhibited equal parts regal charm and everyday good-nature. Carilova was no exception, but there was a natural easiness to the way she blended and dressed for occasions. Whether it was somewhere in the lowers where clothes would be less flashy or somewhere in the wards of the great houses with dresses and gowns of the priciest fabrics, she was also dressed to leave an impression. She was blessed with a long and slender frame with curves in the right places, sleek lines in others. + |
| Carissa Malespero + | Lush, loose red curls fall partway down this fair maiden's back when her hair is loose. A smattering of freckles keep her looking young, although her dark brown eyes hold a solemnity that someone her age shouldn't have to bear. She's seen much. She usually has her hair pinned into a neat bun, with a few wisps of hair escaping despite her best efforts. She moves with a careless grace, unable to help herself as she walks with her head down, humbled by life, and grateful for the pieces she's picked up. + |
| Carita Darkwater + | Graceful and statuesque, Carita is a dream of snow and ice, neatly hewn as though she was created by a sculptor or jeweler. A figure of subtle curves that are built of moon bones and milky flesh in a way that may make one take pause, in a way that may make the breath catch in one's throat. Long, white-gold hair falls in soft waves down her back - not pale enough to be called platinum - with the faintest hint of lingering color. It's an ideal frame for her features, delicate and refined, that seem little more than afterthoughts with her mouth touched fragile petal pink. Her eyes are the deepest crystalline blue, like the coldest seas, contrasted only by the warmth of her smiles and the fire of her temper. + |
| Carmen Harol + | This woman stands over six feet tall with vibrant green eyes and pale coppery blond hair. It is most often pulled back into a single braid and coiled on the back of her head. Strong features make her striking rather than pretty with sharp cheekbones and a rounded chin. Tall and muscular she looks like she is fully capable of picking up a soldier in full armor. + |
| Carrick Squallborn + | Carrick is a taller man with medium length auburn hair that reaches to his shoulders. His hair is slightly wavy curling up near the ends. On the side of his head he tends to have a braid or two just to keep his hair from his eyes. He has a thick beard that is kept short and trim. While his moustache is kept much shorter than what is normally seen. In his left ear is a gold ring that barely circles his ear lobe the only piece of jewelry that can be seen on the man. His eyes are a blue green that have warmth to them. His skin is tanned due to all of the time he was out of sea. He has a powerful build due to all of his training and sailor days. The clothes that he favors tend to not show this instead just being worn due to how comfortable they are. + |
| Casiar Cross + | Casiar is a moderately tall pale-skinned human male. He stands roughly five feet and nine inches in height. His shoulder-length deep red hair is wel kept. his eyebrows are thin and gently arched, over clear, intense soft green eyes. His nose is on the smaller side, but does show signs of having been broken a couple of times, giving it a gentle hump in its slope. His lips are full and form an understated cupid's bow. His shoulders are not particularly broad, but neither are they skeletal-thin. His arms are average for his height, other than the concentric circular tattoos running down from both of his shoulders and forming what appears to be a well inked fractile pattern on the back of each hand. Though his hands are smaller than average, and would be considered girlish, they are well kept and clean, his fingernails perfectly manacured. On his left hip, there is a fairly large scar that is roughly the width of two fingers. The scar begins in the center of his lower back, and curvs around his entire hip. It is clear that what height he has comes from the length of his legs. + |
| Casimir Acheron + | Dark hair falls just past the nape of Casimir's neck in a tousled sweep; just a little too long, just a little unkempt, it's the kind of hair that perpetually needed a haircut a few weeks ago. His skin is winter pale beneath the scruff of a short and neatly trimmed beard that frames a thoughtful mouth. His eyes are bright beneath the dark lines of his brows. His irises are a cool gray flecked with the palest gold. He is lean, and not over-broad through the shoulders, though with a trim build that suggests he lifts a lot of heavy books. His hands carry an elegant strength, dextrous and clever, as well as ink stains on his first two fingers. + |
| Caspian Artiglio + | Clean, young athleticism defines Caspian: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth dusky warmth of his skin, his broad, imposing frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if you could get him to hold still for five minutes. He is dynamic and rarely still, driving motion through life at high speed. His wavy black hair is worn thick and long, his sloe-dark eyes often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Caspian Ru'Taul + | Clean, youthful athleticism defines this man: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth, dusky warmth of his skin, his broad frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if he would hold still for five minutes. Despite his bulk, he is light on his feet, movements imbued with the elan and dynamism of a lifelong dualist. Bound by an ebon leather cord, his thick, jet-black hair brushes his shoulders in a low ponytail, with several strands braided from front to back along the closely shaven sides of his head. A few unkempt bangs escape to frame his face, while stubble shadows his mouth and jawline. His sloe-dark eyes are often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Caspian Wild + | Clean, young athleticism defines Caspian: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth dusky warmth of his skin, his broad, imposing frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if you could get him to hold still for five minutes. He is dynamic and rarely still, driving motion through life at high speed. His wavy black hair is worn thick and long, his sloe-dark eyes often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Cassandra Laurent + | Tall and lean with corded muscle, Cassandra cuts a stark figure, composed and controlled. She carries herself like a weapon, with pride and strength in every stride. The bone structure of her face is both hard and elegant, with a fierce strength to her jaw beneath the planes and angles of her face. Her cheeks and the bridge of her nose reflect a fine dusting of tiny freckles. The slash of a scar is written across her cheek and jaw, further emphasizing the angles of her face. She keeps her dark hair clipped short, the roundish shape of its cut tapering to a feathering over her ears and at the nape of her neck. + |
| Cassia Mercier + | Slightly above average height for a woman she stands with a slender built that causes her to look a touch willowy. Long blonde hair is sun-bleached to the color of a golden wheat field. Her eyes are such a light blue they almost appear to be made of glass. Her mouth is wide and her mouth lush, but it is usually pressed into a thoughtful moue or curved into an annoyed frown. + |
| Cassian Crovane + | Cassian is the sort of man always seen with a knowing smirk, mirth dancing in his cool blue eyes. His coppery red hair sparkles in the sunlight and makes him easy to pick out on deck of his ship, especially with his long red beard. His clothes are simple and practical, but well made and durable, showing a use of money for more than just showing off. + |
| Cassim Sanna + | A younger man, of light brown skin tones and grey-blue eyes that seem to hold a certain distance to them, as if he's constantly looking out to a greater more bigger picture on the horizon. His hair is kept long, braided in places with tiny bits of bone, beads, and other such accutruments. He has a beard of shorter, but similar style. One particular trait of his is he's wildly shorter then most Sanna men at a little over five and a half feet tall but built like a rock. Along one side of his face, is an intricate web-like pattern that comes down his temple and just across his eyebrow. + |
| Cassima Thrax + | Whether her cloud of dark curls falls long and loose in a tumble to the midst of her back or is carefully confined into twists and braids, is remains her most dramatic feature: knotty, full-bodied, silky black, it is a riot of curls, an untamed monstrosity of curls, or a delight of curls, depending on how much effort Cassima has been wiling to undergo in what feels like an endless war with her sometimes glorious hair. Her skin is a warm, light brown, smooth and without visible blemish. Her frame is slight, cleanly angled and youthful, her curves modest. Her lips are full, almost too full for her face, beneath the soft snub of her nose. Her eyes are a deep green, dark and framed by an intense profusion of black eyelashes. Her eyebrows are thick and dark, but nicely shaped, lending expressiveness to eyes that already express much. + |
