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| Aahana Magnotta + | Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips. + |
| Aahana Malvici + | Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips. + |
| Aahana Volkov + | Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips. + |
| Aaron Blackburn + | Not tall, not short, not overly handsome, nor ugly; Aaron Blackburn is somewhere in the midst of all that. Until he flashes his toothy smile. It's a cocky grin, welcoming and offputting all at once. It has charm and charisma, and when it fades, not even his steel blue eyes can hold a candle to it. His hair is a brown-blond caramel of middling length, and his beard and mustache are the same. One might expect the tailor to dress in the height of fashion, to show off his cunning stitchery, but Blackburn does not, most often found in a simple ivory tunic, belted at the waist with a strip of brown leather, his pants a darker shade of sand, swallowed up by tall boots the same umbre hue as his belt. + |
| Abbas Thrax + | Two fierce pitch eyes engage the world from under a devil's brow. Abbas is born of two worlds. His royal father hails from the sand dunes of Eurus and his mother is a Thraxian princess; their union has left him bronze and manifested the wild build of a Maelstrom barbarian. His hair is long and unkempt and clumps in wild dreadlocks in an untamed manner. The beard of the man is thick and full. Dark circles have been stained permanently around his eyes from war-dye application from over a dozen years of violence and reaving in the Salt. Where his flesh is visible he is smothered in dark ink and scars anoint his features like a badge of honor. He is still young but streaks of grey permeate head against the backdrop of darkness. + |
| Abby Laurent + | Being of a slim build, Abby carries herself with the grace of her noble upbringing. Bright brown eyes are often relaxed, combined with a cheerful smile that marks her youthful features. Her brunette locks hang just down to her shoulders and are often parted to her right side. She favors the casual dress over anything that might compare to the excess of the peerage or the riches of the Church. Her voice carries softly, with hints of an Oathlander accent shining through each word. + |
| Abellus Ironfoot + | Built like a great bear, Abellus Ironfoot towers over others with an aura of strength and ferocity. His grey eyes carry an intense look that is easily mistaken for anger. His dark hair is kept short, cropped close to his skull. Clothing and armor usually seem hard-pressed to contain his bulky, muscular form. His battle scars show easily on his fair skin, and he carries them with pride. + |
| Abigail Lyonesse + | The woman is tall and slender, yet don't let that fool you, she is very capable of taking care of herself. Abigail is young, taller then many and with a form one may see with a archer yet there is something about her that is rather noble. Her stance, how she holds herself and how she portraits herself is what gives that away. Cinnamon brown hair flows to about her mid-back and has a slight curl to it, eyes of clear ice blue seem to almost glow thanks to her rather lovely tanned skin. Slender lips, high cheekbones give her a rather lovely face. + |
| Acacia Culler + | Boisterous and beautiful, Acacia carries a sense of adventure with her, with only a grin and a laugh. Hair like a seaside sunset falls in thick curls about her, practically pulled back when necessary, but flowing freely whenever possible. Large brown eyes take in the world around her and sparkle with saucy mirth, reflecting the myriad of emotions. It's hard to decide whether her smiles or scowls are more ferocious, but each has their definite appeal. Athletic, with a lovely face and generous curves, but her primary allure comes from the way she swaggers, sultry and confident. She can command a room, with her big voice and presence and few find themselves disappointed when she turns their attention on them. + |
| Acantha Clearlake + | This stunning brunette stands at 5'4" without her shoes on. Her rich chocolate brown hair is full of life as it wends down past one smokey eye and down along her high cheekbone as it crashes down in waves to a spot just below her waist. Even without the makeup, her brilliant grey eyes would shine like gems. above her strong nose, lush lips, and firm chin. + |
| Achard de Ange + | He is not a tall man at all, but he is built solidly and with the thick musculature of a healthy, robust life spent in hard work and training. Unruly blonde hair frames a clean-cut face not yet heavily marred, and sky-blue eyes hold the world in a grounded gaze. The classic angles of his face balance a strong nose with a clear brow and a strong, stubbled jaw. The man moves with the easy grace of a seasoned warrior, his posture one of instinctual balance and readiness. + |
| Aconite Fidante + | At 6 feet tall this Eurusi woman is a striking and poised figure. She boasts a satin complexion in a rich dark carob color that is striking when paired with jewel tones. Inky almond eyes are fringed with thick lashes under arched brows and her luxuriant dark curls are carefully styled and cared for to match whatever she's wearing at the time. The soft waft of milk and honey baths can be caught as the tall graceful limbed Courtier passes or gestures. + |
| Aconite Unknown + | At 6 feet tall this Eurusi woman is a striking and poised figure. She boasts a satin complexion in a rich dark carob color that is striking when paired with jewel tones. Inky almond eyes are fringed with thick lashes under arched brows and her luxuriant dark curls are carefully styled and cared for to match whatever she's wearing at the time. The soft waft of milk and honey baths can be caught as the tall graceful limbed Courtier passes or gestures. + |
| Adalbern Rimeheart + | Massive and imposing, Adalbern has been blessed with a powerful, athletic build that seems perfect for looming. His honey blonde hair is worn long and wild, typically unbound, framing a little trimmed beard and steel grey eyes. The man's movements are large, and expansive, but with animalistic grace to them as he seems to fill the room with every gesture. When he speaks, it seems to almost rumble from the low, deep tones that serve to make himself heard across a room and his presence known even though he rarely raises his voice outside of battle. + |
| Adalmus Nightgold + | Long, tied back raven-black hair falls loosely behind him, framing his chiseled features. Piercing blue eyes seem to examine everything within his gaze with almost a perpetual stillness. A bright white smile can almost always be seen underneath a dusting of dense facial hair further defining his strong jawline. + |
| Adalyn Clement + | Adalyn moves with the grace and energy of someone who seems to almost never be tired, there's bounce in each and every one of her steps. She's of average height and weight, with a build that lends itself towards athleticism while retaining some soft feminine curves. Her face is cute, heart-shaped and with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her straight nose. She possesses expressive green eyes, with flecks of gold just around the pupil. Her mouth is all too often pulled into bright, quirky smile that deepens her dimples. Long hair that is a lustrous honey-blonde is prone to cascading in soft waves over shoulders, when it's not plaited into two long braids. + |
| Adder Trahir + | With his perfectly oval face squared off with a princely jaw, and his long-limbed grace, Adder is a deviously handsome man. His hair is a lustrous brown, kept a little long - this man is sharp and polished, but he does not at all present like a soldier. This, despite the obvious strength and control in his form. His clothes are tailored and impeccable: white gloves and dark jackets over crisply collared shirts. His eyes are ridiculously dark and usually half-lidded as if he hasn't a care in the world, and his beautiful mouth is given to small, secretive half smiles near constantly. It's only a shame that they do nothing to warm those dark, dark eyes. + |
| Adelais Savatier + | This woman does not particularly stand out in the crowd. She isn’t a great beauty, but nor is she particularly plain or ugly. She’s average, if that can be a descriptor. Her face is slightly weather-beaten, skin tanned by time spent out of doors, and there are lines at the corners of her eyes. Her face is narrow, just the lean side of gaunt, with slightly sunken eyes and a hawkish nose. Dark brown hair frames her face, falling to the base of her neck and usually left loose or tied back and out of the way. Her expression tends to be muted, whether she smiles, laughs, frowns, or shoots a disapproving look (although the latter tends to be the most pronounced and severe). Her movements have a certain athletic grace to them. Not the easy flow and glide of a lady on the dance-floor or in a salon, but someone who has spent long, dusty hours working on footwork for swordplay. Her build is athletic and fit and the muscle in her speaks to someone used to violence and action. She wears little, if any, makeup. + |
| Adelphie Harthall + | Lady Adelphie's lips are very often parted ever so slightly to reveal her front teeth. It's as if she might at all times be chewing daintily on a secret little cube of cheese! Framed by rich brown locks, her looks are otherwise characterized by a strong nigh-masculine jaw that culminates in a gentle chin divet. The steeliness of her muscles is rendered obscure by a healthy layer of softness that prettily moves as she does. + |
| Ademar Napolitano + | This man is of very tall height with a slender body on a lanky frame. With a bit of a waifish appearance and softer features he might appear a bit younger than he is. He is fair-skinned with only a hint of a tan. A curly mass of dark hair covers his head, with facial hair neatly cared for and maintained into a refined style. A narrow moustache that covers the upper lip and continues down just barely covering the sides of the mouth without touching the corners of the lips. Also a small patch covering the front and underside of the chin only. His olive green eyes expressive when he wants them to be. + |
| Adora Bell + | Of rather average height, Adora's golden blonde hair has been pulled up and away from her face in a series of knots that give her a slightly eccentric appearance. Her skin is pale with her hands and fingers marked by many scars, some thin and faint, others thicker, likely from a careless movement with a sharp tool. Her brown eyes are large, but often narrowed and mouth turned downwards in a scowl. She's thin, the sort of skinny form that speaks to a lack of nutrition when young, and she doesn't so much have curves as a sharpness to her, all unwelcome angles and elbows. Her skin is pale and often covered in a light layer of sawdust. + |
| Adora Ulbran + | Of rather average height, Adora's dark brown hair has been pulled up and away from her face in a series of knots that give her a slightly eccentric appearance. Her skin is pale with her hands and fingers marked by many scars, some thin and faint, others thicker, likely from a careless movement with a sharp tool. Her brown eyes are large, but often narrowed and mouth turned downwards in a scowl. She's thin, the sort of skinny form that speaks to a lack of nutrition when young, and she doesn't so much have curves as a sharpness to her, all unwelcome angles and elbows. Her skin is pale and often covered in a light layer of sawdust. + |
| Adrian Beeler + | The young man before you has shaggy hair that reaches just over the edges of his head, the strands a curly mess that show signs of an attempt at brushing. His eyes are a vibrant hazel and his body is skinny without much signs of hard work or cruelty in his life. A firm jawline adorns his face but lacks the authority that could be achieved on a much more muscular being. + |
| Adriana Fieldstone + | Country Charm is the term that comes to the mind of most when they see this rosy-cheeked lass. She has a nearly perfect smile with neat white teeth in a pleasant face with a bit of a rounded chin. Her hair is often kept in braids hanging down either side, and a smattering of light freckles dusts about her nose. She has the kind of curves expected of a country farm girl although she doens't seem to flaunt them. + |
| Adriel Glynn + | Adriel is a man of warring impressions: rugged good looks tamed by neat grooming and a nearly religious adherence to a baby-smooth shave; his rangy height and muscular strength gentled by elegant sartorial choices. His hair is midnight-dark, kept clipped short with regimental regularity. His skin is warmly tan, making the pale clarity of his green eyes all the more striking. + |
| Adrienne Pravus + | Austere, otherworldly, Adrienne does not have the sweet or sultry appeal that makes men fall in love with her. She is the saint cut in marble that they worship, an untouchable creature to a world in need of faith. Pale hair, long and wild when set free, flows away from her face. Her piercing eyes are too large for delicate features and of a gold so faint they nearly seem colorless. Graceful, Adrienne has a windswept quality to her movement. {w({nAdrienne, despite the tan from her weeks in the Saffron Chain, bears a sickly pallor, haunted shadows darkening her golden eyes.{w){n + |
| Adrienne Valardin + | Austere, otherworldly, Adrienne does not have the sweet or sultry appeal that makes men fall in love with her. She is the saint cut in marble that they worship, an untouchable creature to a world in need of faith. Pale hair, long and wild when set free, flows away from her face. Her piercing eyes are too large for delicate features and of a green so faint they nearly seem colorless. Graceful, Adrienne has a windswept quality to her movement. {w({nAdrienne wears her hair up and intricately braided.{w){n + |
| Aeden Grayhope + | A slender man in his mid to late twenties, Aeden is fair complected with even features under short, unruly black hair. Clean-shaven, there is a youthful vigor to him reflected in bright, light grey eyes and excitable demeanor. Signs of a life spent in pursuit of the ephemeral, he lacks the physical presence of knights or soldiers, instead more commonly touched by smudges of ink on fingers and clothes. + |
| Aedin Blackwood + | Light and slim, Aedin's petite height tends not to be evident right away. It could be in the long lines of her face, elongating the oval. The swan length of her neck poets have rightly celebrated, though rarely to her smiling, polite face. She is a study in shades of a northern day, her thick, wavy hair the colour of the sunshine dappling through stands of birch and beech. Braided strands form a fat plait wound-off halfway as her typical style, the loose ends curling halfway to her narrow waist. So too is the pristine clarity of her gaze evocative of the day sky, though not infused by particular warmth. Soft rose dawn graces her mouth, and her skin is not much brighter than the pearly glow of breaking daytime. She hasn't much weight or mass to her, and thus wears layers habitually. + |
| Aedric Blackshore + | Tall, like his brothers, and lean. He keeps his dark hair cut short and ensures his facial hair is always properly managed. He is known to adorn plate and chainmail during skirmishes on land or sea. In the eyes of a pirate, hurricane-force winds are preferable to boarding any vessel under the youthful Blackshore's employ. Cold, ruthless, relentless; few scoundrels are known to have escaped the man's wrath. To merchants and port authorities, Aedric is prompt, professional, law-abiding, and discrete. Those under his directly employ, whether they be marines or contracted sailors, admire his fearlessness, discipline, respect for the sea, and knowledge of sailing. If caught ashore, he is usually seen in garb that would signify him a simple commoner (e.g. leather boots, loose trousers, and a linen tunic). + |
| Aela Velenosa + | Aela's looks can be described as silver and gold. Her long hair falls loosely around her face and shine like golden threads in the breeze while her eyes emanate a piercing, almost translucent, silver. Faint rosy cheeks and lips bring life to her fair skin, softening her refined yet feminine features and accentuating her youth. + |
| Aelgar Navegant + | Deeply tanned, this athletic man is average in his height. Shoulder length brownish-blond hair is gathered back in a half ponytail behind his head to reveal a clear brow and angular features. That visage is centered around eyes like ocean skies and a proud nose, thin lips and a squared, thrusting chin. Weathered laugh lines nest eyes and mouth, visible clues to the good-natured humor that dominates his personality. Angular cheeks lead to a stubbled jawline, and then a sinewy neck that widens into sturdy shoulders supporting competent arms and clever hands. His build is firm and sturdy, with a broad chest and shoulders, and he bears the trim, balanced figure of the naturally active. + |
| Aelius Mercier + | 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. + |
| Aella Ravenseye + | Lissome, and of proud bearing, Aella strikes a confident and capable figure. A true woman of the Northlands, she stands taller than many in a crowd. Her slender curves and lean muscle leave the impression that she could leap into action at any moment - whether on the deck of her ship or the dancefloor of a ballroom. At times, she is unmistakably Prodigal with thick, untamed waves of burnished copper hair cascading to mid-back - a few slim braids and raven feathers scattered throughout. At others, her expressive features are framed by carefully woven hairstyles that highlight the sparkle or storm of her gray-blue eyes and the fullness of her quick-to-smile lips. There is little in the way of unique identifying marks - no tattoos or prominent scars, but the careful observer may notice a symbol on the palm of her right hand. + |
| Aerandir Elensar + | Dull strands of black hair fall from the man's shoulders in ungroomed disarray, framing his lined face and neck in the manner of a lion's mane. An equally unkempt beard sprouts from his jawline in bristles, kept wholly untouched by any razor in recent memory. His hooked beak of a nose draws plain attention to the centre of a weather-beaten visage, set between a pair of lively grey eyes that may be considered his only redeeming facial trait against an otherwise marred canvas. Possessed of middling height and a broad build, his stocky physique lends itself well to his martial trade, leaning on the heavier side; it comes as no surprise that he boasts thick limbs and an expansive chest, stretching the leather restraints of his armour to their very last notches. + |
| Aerwan Valardin + | In more than a cursory inspection, it would be obvious to most that Aerwan was not a career knight despite some degree of relative physical fitness. He bears neither the predatory grace nor the imposing stature that most seasoned warriors seem inclined to inherit, and his complexion lacks both the tanning or scarring common to one whose pursuits are most often made in the training yard. An almost perpetually unruly mop of raven black locks grows thick from his pate, a noisy framing of a rectangular visage comprised of squared jaw into a rounded chin, given breadth by wide lips and thick brows. Perhaps the most notable of his features would be vivid blue eyes, their exact hue seeming to shift depending on how light catches them. + |
| Aerwyna Froic + | Relatively plump, the female has a healthy figure. She stands at 6' and though of a larger frame, has some muscle definition to her. Her complexion is dusky and smooth and her hair is curly and fluffy. Her light-brown eyes peer out from a rounded face above a button nose and full lips and her chin bears a dimple. When she speaks, her voice carries a husky tone. + |
| Aery Ashford + | This is a young woman standing at roughly 5'5" tall with a rather shy demeanor in her general body language. Wild, fiery red hair covers her pale-skinned face, partly hiding her green eyes and upper half of her face. She's generally not very well taken care of, but at least lacks any kind of scarring or other blemishes. The remainder of her body is slender, gaunt to the point where one wouldn't be sure if it's natural or a lack of food. + |
| Aeryn Laurent + | Aeryn is a strikingly prurient figure, a paragon of feminine beauty with a perfect hourglass figure and a build balanced between athletic and curvacious. She seems young; perhaps just having come of age if one had to hazard a guess, as there are no wrinkles, freckles, nor lines upon her face to betray any definite age. She seems fragile like a porcelain doll with alabaster skin and eyes that ring with wide-eyed innocence. Her bearing is noble, but not assertively so and she carries with her a very amiable aura. When speaking, this mirrors in her dulcet, honeyed voice whose tone is melodic and bordering on sing-song. Her smooth pale skin betrays a lack of time in the sun, and she speaks with an Oathlands slight accent. It's creamy to the touch and bears no scars, tattoos, or other defining characteristic. Her long and painstakingly cared-for ruby hair is almost always left down and falls to her elbows in loose, bouncy waves, framing her exquisite face with side-swept asymmetrical bangs. This face in turn is characterized by two key features: Her large, limpid crystalline eyes and full cherub lips that never run short of smiles. + |
| Aethan Kennex + | With an austere courage and a placid demeanor that almost never forsake him, Aethan has a noble countenance that is enhanced by a generally well-trimmed beard, and short brown hair that is neatly kept. His tanned face is lined by care, more frowns than smiles, and a profound melancholy has dimmed his blue eyes almost to gray. + |
| Agatha Redrain + | A solid wall of corded muscle and fierce strength, Agatha dominates rooms merely by entering them. Her martial stride, broad shoulders and lofty height make her impossible to miss, and the waves of her richly auburn hair make of her not just a giant but a fire giant, sparking with energy and life. The visible strength of her muscular arms suggest that she'd as soon dead hang as stand straight. Her eyes shine brilliant blue as a summer sky, framed by pale reddish lashes, and snap with intensity or sparkle with humor. It's easy to read her face: strong jaw, bold cheekbones, a profusion of freckles dusting skin too weathered a fair to be creamy or pale. + |
| Agnarr + | Nothing about this northern-blooded fellow indicates his growth is not a natural one : Agnarr's physique is broad, but not overdeveloped, with strong thews and symmetrical proportions. Standing above six and a half feet, and typically augmented by a helm and thick boots, his bearing is difficult not to notice. His face isn't quite as attention-catching; his straight nose bears a notch of a scar, his jaw juts slightly, but otherwise his mien is long and solemn, save for his pale eyes that tend far more towards grays rather than blues in the light. His crown is dusted with neatly-trimmed locks of an unremarkable blond, but his equally-groomed beard veers more towards the reds of hair color. Overall, he maintains a well-kept appearance, with his nails filed regularly, his teeth picked free of leftovers, his battle-scars kept covered more often than not, presenting an image of stalwart health - or alternatively, a form of advertisment for the trade he plies. + |
| Agnarr Frost + | Nothing about this northern-blooded fellow indicates his growth is not a natural one : Agnarr's physique is broad, but not overdeveloped, with strong thews and symmetrical proportions. Standing above six and a half feet, and typically augmented by a helm and thick boots, his bearing is difficult not to notice. His face isn't quite as attention-catching; his straight nose bears a notch of a scar, his jaw juts slightly, but otherwise his mien is long and solemn, save for his pale eyes that tend far more towards grays rather than blues in the light. His crown is dusted with neatly-trimmed locks of an unremarkable blond, but his equally-groomed beard veers more towards the reds of hair color. Overall, he maintains a well-kept appearance, with his nails filed regularly, his teeth picked free of leftovers, his battle-scars kept covered more often than not, presenting an image of stalwart health - or alternatively, a form of advertisment for the trade he plies. {w({nHe's got a few plaits woven into his beard in a northern fashion.{w){n + |
| Agostino Alonso + | Somewhat on the tall side, Agostino has a lean build that lends itself to quick, even graceful movement, and his tanned skin suggests a fair amount of time spent outdoors. High but subtle cheekbones and a slightly pointed nose make for a handsome face, with dark brown eyes that are often intense, whether it is with mirth or focus on some task or another. His jaw and chin are often covered in a beard, though he typically keeps this trimmed and groomed to match the dark, shoulder-length hair on his head that never seems quite as well-tamed as he might hope for. His manner of dress tends toward functional over stylish most of the time, as one might expect from one of his humble roots, though he is not averse to dressing up should work or other escapades take him somewhere that it seems suitable to do so. + |
| Agric Leary + | Combed, pitch black hair covers this man's head in a consistently clean and well groomed state. Pair this with a smooth, shaved face and a crisp, focused demeanor gives clear evidence that Agric is a man who favors practicality and detail. Plump, full lips draw the most attention to his face, often enough to distract those who listen to him when he does speak. The attention those lips demand is offset by those bright green eyes of his, which are inadvertantly seductive with a meer glance. + |
| Ahmar Nightgold + | Ahmar is a bit above average height and somewhat slight of build considering his occupation. He isn't big but he is strong considering his size, well toned muscle to account for his above average strength, but lean enough to be quite agile even when fully armored up. His dark brown hair is a wild mess of curls growing mostly up and out rather than down. His beard matching in color, but not wildness. He is somewhat pale and his face usually looks like a man who doesn't sleep that much, his eyes usually with some darkness under them. He is of standard nobility good looks, but he does a good job of hiding it with his somewhat scruffy wild appearance. + |
| Ahriman Grayson + | Ahriman Grayson is a pale figure that stands six feet tall. He appears to be in his late forties and he keeps his beard and hair long.vvThe dark strands are well cared for and add an almost stern countenance to his visage. His body is thin and a little gaunt but his frame suggests he was once more able and muscular; his body was clearly very able to support a more athletic and mobile build once upon a time. The man's movements come with a limp and he keeps most of his body covered save his face. He often wears high collars and other fashionable choices that hide his neckline from view. He strikes an imposing and authoritarian figure when he wants to do so. + |
| Ahrsen Damane + | Just over 6'6 and built something like a pit fighter. He has the good looks to go with it too, a firm jaw and a short length beard to give him that 'wild and rough' look. Long brown hair with lighter streaks falls around his face and well past his shoulders, it's wild and tangled as if he just got out off of a fast sailing vessel. He looks every bit the part of a bad boy, a half smile that always seems to be on his lips, almost a smirk as if everything is amusing to him. His dark blue eyes gaze hungrily around him, intense and soulful. + |
| Ahven Granger + | In another life, Ahven might have been a noted beauty. There's a smokey quality to her liquid dark eyes, thickly lashed and framed by dark brows. She has a gamine build, lissome and graceful, and the lush curve of her bowed lips is stained by the blush of youth. In this life, however, those delicate lips part for a hellion's grin, and her dark eyes are bright with challenge. There's startling power in her frame: strong calves, powerful thighs, and the kinds of arms and shoulders that have made challengers rethink their duels. She's nearly as quick on her feet as she is with her tongue, and this saves her from most of the troubles that her tongue earns her. + |
| Aibek Grayson + | Aibek is a bit shorter than most at 5'8", but his regal bearing and graceful gait have him looking just a hair taller. His frame is lithe with just enough visibile definition to betray that he isn't as lazy and carefree as his demeanor portrays. Aibek's hair is always cropped close, and his face clean shaven to reveal more of his youthful visage. + |
| Aiden Grayson + | While this man boasts a rangy build that stands him to 6'1" tall, it's the incredibly light gray eyes creating a dynamic contrast against his light mocha complexion which steals the show. These gray eyes are tucked underneath thick brows and set above prominent cheek bones that soften downward into leveled cheeks and an angular jawline, face being tipped at the end with a jutting round chin. Aiden's expression is often intense and focused. When he smiles it lights up his face and makes him appear boyish that a lack of facial hair adds to. As for hair, it is black with spiraled tips turning a shade of chestnut as it hangs around in a riot of springy curls that are often home to feathers or bits of down. He doesn't have a particularly muscular build but neither is he overtly skinny. He has the build of one who spends time outdoors, but does not devote his life to physical training. His hands and arms are home to a lattice work of scars from avian talons. + |
| Aiden Rubino-zaffria + | While this man boasts a rangy build that stands him to 6'1" tall, it's the incredibly light gray eyes creating a dynamic contrast against his light mocha complexion which steals the show. These gray eyes are tucked underneath thick brows and set above prominent cheek bones that soften downward into leveled cheeks and an angular jawline, face being tipped at the end with a jutting round chin. Aiden's expression is often intense and focused. When he smiles it lights up his face and makes him appear boyish that a lack of facial hair adds to. As for hair, it is black with spiraled tips turning a shade of chestnut as it hangs around in a riot of springy curls that are often home to feathers or bits of down. He doesn't have a particularly muscular build but neither is he overtly skinny. He has the build of one who spends time outdoors, but does not devote his life to physical training. His hands and arms are home to a lattice work of scars from avian talons. {w({nAiden's hair is braided in rows and tied up in a bun.{w){n + |
| Ailith Ethere + | Sweet faced with eyes full of fervor, Ailith seems a dichotomy unto herself. Taller than many men, with a strong build, she has the look of a warrior, but the face of a sweet lady, with large bright blue eyes that see the world in wonder and faith. Her bow mouth often smiles serenely, lighting up her face, until a fury comes upon her that can cause the staunchest warrior to be taken aback. When speaking normally, her voice is soft, melodic in a way that inspires peace, and then booms like a cacophony of holy trumpets when she proclaims with divine inspiration. She puts forth a confident aura when others are around, but if you can catch a glimpse of her alone, she might be staring up at the grandeur of Arx, looking small, and overwhelmed. + |
| Ailys Grayson + | Ailys stands tall for a woman, with a slender frame and relaxed bearing. Her midnight hair often is held back in a braid, but when it is "down" it is a riot of spring black curls that grow as much up as down her shoulders. Ailys's skin is a smooth light brown with an even complexion. Her eyes are a soft dove gray color, framed by thick black lashes; large and expressive with an earnest, sometimes solemn look to them. Her mouth is wide and her smiles bright, showing off perfect teeth that contrast well against her dark hair and dusky skin. Ailys carries herself with poise and grace, but also a measure of intent curiosity thinly veiled by propriety. + |
| Aindre Grayson + | Height is the least measure of a man but Aindre Grayson rises high regardless, rounding out at six feet tall. There is a broadness of shoulders and thickness of arms that implies strength over quickness but despite that he moves with a surprising ease of grace. The stormy blue-silver of his eyes creates a striking contrast against the smooth light brown of his skintone, making them one of the man's more notable features. They're surrounded by thick brows and prominent cheekbones that both help to lend a noble bearing to his face. A strong jawline which rarely is allowed to forego a clean shave cradles generous lips well-suited to the large and earnest smiles he's capable of whenever they're not pursed in serious thought or dedicated to looking disappointed in someone. If let go, his thick black hair would be capable of riots and for that reason he keeps it cut close and respectably shaped to match the rest of his meticulous grooming. + |
| Aine Halfshav + | A war between her Southern and Northern roots wages on Aine Halfshav's features, each winning their own battle in a precariously pleasing way. Her hair is a brown with tinted red tresses when the light hits it, holding soft curls to frame her strong jaw and cheekbones. Her eyebrows are wild and thick, over almondine eyes of deep, dark brown. Her nose is a petite, short button over a perfect cupid's bow of a mouth. Her limbs are lean and supple, but hold very little muscle. + |
| Ainsley Grayson + | Around six foot tall, with light brown skin and gray eyes Ainsley Grayson holds himself with a Knightly bearing. His black hair is often shaved shorn and cropped close to his skull. A hint of stubble there on occasion. His form is athletic and lean; full of muscle without being bulky or too broad. + |
| Aisha Inverno + | Delicacy describes Aisha quiet perfectly. From the subtle waves of her strawberry blonde hair to the way she carries herself. Though her posture and movements have a regal bearing to it, there is something about her that makes her seem as if the wind can blow her away. The graceful movements of her porcelain hued body adds to the feeling of her being fragile and noble. When getting a chance to look into the abyss of her dark eyes there is a kind fierceness to them. Though a whimsical woman Aisha clearly gives off the aura and impression of being on track for her life. + |
| Aislin Ashford + | Tall, svelte and possessed of an elegant bearing, Lady Aislin Ashford is a striking woman. Emerald green eyes are bright with intelligence and curiosity. Rimmed with dark, long lashes and smokey kohl being her only attempts at wearing makeup. Her hair is a platinum color, so blonde it is white. Usually worn in a loose bun or pulled back out of necessity. Revealing a light smattering of pale freckles across her nose and a scar down her left cheek that lends her a rugged credibility to a life well traveled and frought with dangers. Perhaps for it, she is slow to genuinely smile at times. When she does it is hard to deny she is a stubborn beauty. Walking with a purposeful grace, carried by an innate confidence of someone who has traveled to places near and far, safe and dangerous, living to tell the tales about it all. + |
| Ajax Tyde + | Standing of a tall height, this adult man possess a body that appears to be accustomed to a hard days work and play. His shoulders are certainly bulky as he moves with economic footsteps to make himself seem taller then he is. His head is clearly shaved, however not to the point of balding as the top of his head is cropped with a thin black hair that draps down to his forehead, lined slightly with age and show two prominent eyebrows. Underneath those thick brows are two eyes that are light brown in color giving many of his expressions perhaps a gentler feel. A pronounced nose helps shape his square face as well as even lips that lead down to a clef chin that is covered in a thin stubble. Leading down from his face, his neck is thick and bulky as expected of someone his size and mass. A thick vein can be seen from its left side whenever he is under physical and mental duress. + |
| Akamos Cyrto'ani + | Maybe a touch above six feet in height and broad shouldered, this man cuts an imposing figure, his long dark hair falling past his shoulders, either loose and wavy or secured in a long braid down his back. His tanned and weathered skin indicates a lifetime exposed to the sun, sea and wind. He holds himself with confidence and perhaps just a touch of bluster and smiles come easy to him. + |
| Akio Nagamine + | The long, silken strands of onyx black hair fall in straight lines down to mid-back, cut neatly but in a way that offers no hints to this person's gender. Nor does the face help solve that puzzle, with smooth skin, a delicately defined jaw, and medium cheekbones. Black brows arc over brown eyes and his nose bears the bump of having been broken once. The figure is ethereal, given to slender fingers and long, almot dainty limbs. + |
| Aksel Nygard + | Broad of shoulder and long of limb, Aksel bears a physique of pronounced musculature and sinew made for violence, his every movement purposeful and precise as though to conserve energy for the perfect strike. A chiseled jaw shrouded in a well-trimmed beard, and mussed dark hair that beckons a lady's fingers, his is a strikingly handsome visage, marred only by the slice of a scar that goes across his left cheek. Gold-flecked green eyes often betray their emotion within, whether it be frightening moments of fury or a boyish zeal for the simple pleasures of Northern life. And when he smiles, a lady must truly beware its roguish charm lest they find their hearts stolen. + |
| Alantir Valardin + | The man is tall, thin, and built like an athlete trained to sprint. Chin and cheekbones are concealed beneath a well-kempt beard. Features have been weathered by countless campaigns and skirmishes, but soften frequently when in the presence of close associates or blood. A passerby would describe him as ruggedly handsome. No matter his company, he is seldom seen without meticulously maintained platemail and longsword. + |
| Alaric Grayson + | With his golden hair and strong-jawed, attractive features typical of the male line of descent from Queen Alarice the Great, King Alaric the Fourth looks every inch the classic Grayson monarch. Vibrant in a way that makes him seem taller than his six feet of height, he has not a single ounce of fat on his toned and impressive frame. Since the days of the King's Rest, subtle changes mark his passage through that terrible trial; he's cut his hair down to a more mature yet still stylishly moppy length, and he now effortlessly possesses a sober and regal bearing that commands a room. Yet in his less guarded moments, hints of the frivolity of his younger days still shine through: his easy, infectious smile, the twinkle in his eye when he makes a playfully subtle joke. + |
| Alarie Harall + | Alarie is a slender woman, only reaching a little over five feet. Her movements are graceful, willowy in appearance. Her skin is a flawless ivory tone which is contrasted by the dark raven hues of her curly hair. Her most striking feature would be her eyes. They are a crisp ice blue and seem to nearly always be twinkling with some sort of mischief. + |
| Alarissa Thrax + | Alarissa's glittering beauty and practiced regality speak of high blood and an even higher opinion of herself. Her silk-shiny hair has the same colour and luster that one could counter as champagne in shade, and with a great deal of care and labour, it's been spun into a careful waves that when left loose flatter a heart-shaped face or done up in elaborate styles. Rosebud lips and a thin nose are flattered by wide and expressive night-blue eyes; indeed, her fine features and porcelain complexion make a comparison to a doll an easy one though over the last few years has brought smile lines and faint crows feet. A sylphide frame curves prettily and she has a tendency to sway as she walks, but she carries herself these days with something of a quiet and reserved air. The winter of 1011, she lost her left arm from below the bicep, and a false one of varying styles, is often seen. + |
| Alarissa Valardin + | Alarissa's glittering beauty and practiced regality speak of high blood and an even higher opinion of herself. Her silk-shiny hair has the same colour and lustre that one could counter as chestnut in shade, and with a great deal of care and labour, it's been spun into a careful waves that when left loose flatter a heart-shaped face or done up in elaborate styles. Rosebud lips and a thin nose are flattered by wide and expressive night-blue eyes; indeed, her fine features and porcelain complexion make a comparison to a doll an easy one. A sylphide frame curves prettily, her long limbs have a tendency to sway as she walks, but she tends to carry herself these days with something of a reserved air. Perhaps the Valardin Dragon's fire has tempered something of her polished Grayson steel after all. + |
| Alayne Frost + | The first thing that comes to mind upon sighting Alayne is her height. She's a slender creature, spindly of limbs and long-fingered when it comes to the spinnerets for digits upon each hand. What could've once been a robust physique long perished beneath long periods of starvation and improper eating, as well as the many trials and tribulations of the open road when in pursue of her trade, amongst peasants and commonfolk. Her face, depending on whom one may ask, seems possessed by a modicum of finesse, and ethereal perspectives. An upturned, thin nose; a pair of crusty, dried lips fused to the same skin tone of her ghostly pale hue, and one could easily assume that once there was comeliness to be found in her. The road, however; the nature of her craft, and many sleepless nights had saddled her eyes with black bags beneath them, her demeanor with an inherent disassociation to those around her, and her every motion vestigial, nostalgic. + |
| Alban Farshaw + | Tall and darkly handsome, Alban cuts an attractive figure. He's broad-shouldered with the lithe muscular build of a duelist. Graceful in all his movements he still comes across as excellently fit. His black hair is kept short but there's a slight curl to it when he allows it to grow longer. His eyes are blue so dark they are almost black. There is a certain calmness to him. He rarely expresses anything with wide expressiveness, a certain serenity to his features almost at all times. + |
| Alberic Laveer + | %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. + |
| Aldwin Aurum + | Though he walks with a slightly stooped posture, and moves with the slow, deliberate gait of the elderly, Aldwin's presence defies age or era. His stark white hair hangs a little longer than is fashionable for the youthful, and he keeps his beard neat, but lengthy, as a badge of office for his many years. His sharp blue eyes sparkle with good humor and a keen intellect above a mouth that never ceases to have at least a hint of a smile. While one would not call him the pinnacle of warrior health, the old man doesn't quite have the frailty of most that live as long as he has, seeming simply to take his time with his movements, rather than awkwardly shuffling about. + |
| Aldwulf Unknown + | Aldwulf is a mildly handsome man with what appears to be an appearance at constant conflict between refined and rugged. A dark brown mane of unkempt hair compliments a meticulously trimmed, razored, and plucked short-boxed beard. Full lips look ready to either sneer or grin lopsidedly. Lithe and lightly tanned, Aldwulf does appear that he likes to stick the outdoors when possible, but sharp and intelligent light brown eyes give the impression of a bookish nature. This, in turn, is further brought into conflict by his seemingly almost nervous energy, constantly in motion. He is an animated individual, speaking with his hands and further body language more often than not. He is the type who stands out at a bar, slamming his hand on tables, bellowing out laughter and not fully understanding what an inside voice is when he's had a few ales. + |
| Alecstazi Halfshav + | There is a marked intensity about this man. Tangible in the air around him, coiled and primed to strike. And yet. His is a tall frame, standing well above the average height, and well muscled, he carries himself with pride, determination and a touch of arrogance. Black hair is dark enough to hold a bluish sheen in the light, clipped short on the back and sides, but long enough to be swept back in the front, or to occasionally fall into his eyes. Thick black lashes frame eyes that cannot decide on a hue. Pale and blue as a washed out summer sky from one angle, from another, the visceral blue of northern ice. His face is handsome, angular cheekbones, a strong jaw that tapers to an almost paradoxically delicate point. His nose is a touch too large for his face, and his brows are often the most expressive thing about him. His mouth is wide and prone to sly half-smiles that only accentuate its width. + |
| Alecstazi Thrax + | There is a marked intensity about this man. Tangible in the air around him, coiled and primed to strike. And yet. His is a tall frame, standing well above the average height, and well muscled, he carries himself with pride, determination and a touch of arrogance. Black hair is dark enough to hold a bluish sheen in the light, clipped short on the back and sides, but long enough to be swept back in the front, or to occasionally fall into his eyes. Thick black lashes frame eyes that cannot decide on a hue. Pale and blue as a washed out summer sky from one angle, from another, the visceral blue of northern ice. His face is handsome, angular cheekbones, a strong jaw that tapers to an almost paradoxically delicate point. His nose is a touch too large for his face, and his brows are often the most expressive thing about him. His mouth is wide and prone to sly half-smiles that only accentuate its width. + |
| Alecto Charon + | Lord Alecto gets much of his daily exercise from casual turns about the gardens or sudden sprints between offices. Although his posture is nothing to write home about from long hours spent hunched over a desk, he manages to still be mindful of his appearance without succumbing to an excess of vanity. His skin is a clean liquid brown and his hair is thick, growing atop his head in tight coils the color of a raven's plumage. + |
| Alejandro Rossetti + | Tall, quiet, and unimposing. Alejandro frequently seems to linger in the background. He is a handsome man with the touch of youth in his smoldering dark eyes. Dark hair is kept a touch long and seems to get in his face, casting shadows over bronzed skin while glancing down to play his beloved guitar. His kind, soulful eyes are met with a thin, straight nose that sits perfectly upon his face. A thin moustache is matched with a touch of scruff on his chin that can't quite be called a goatee. Broad shoulders slope slightly as he if might want to make himself disappear but it is sometimes difficult not to notice him there as hard as he might try. It is the unspoken intensity he gets, especially when playing his guitar, that makes the man more than curious; perhaps it makes him a touch dangerous. Or perhaps he just enjoys playing his guitar. + |
| Aleksei Morgan + | The brightness of fair skin and clear blue eyes provide an air of youthful energy that seems to highlight and encapsulate Aleksei's spirit. The straight slope of his nose suggests he hasn't had it broken nearly as often as he deserves, and he has lips well-suited to smiling which are generous in their frequent curves. His gaze remains eloquent when his wits fail; fringed with black eyelashes, set beneath dark eyebrows, his bright blue eyes are expressive and lively. Their suggestion of energy is echoed in the rumpled tousle of short, dark hair and the coiled strength of his body. His air is one of poised grace and easy athleticism that has come from a lifetime of physicality. While he sports fewer visible scars than his appearance of martial competence might suggest, there is a small but clear line, white-pink and slightly sunken, across the hollow of his left cheek, partially obscured by the close crop of a well-trimmed full beard across his jaw + |
| Alessan Fidante + | Alessan has short black hair that is greying at the temples, and while his bronzed complexion is still rather smooth there are signs of aging around his shining brown eyes, the wrinkles becoming much more pronounced whenever he smiles. He also sports the short beginnings of a beard, grey hairs making themselves known on the chin. + |
| Alessandro Velenosa + | Strong bone structure and the lean lines of Alessandro's features combine for an impression of sharp elegance. His cheekbones can probably not actually cut diamond, but it could be a near thing. His eyes are pale and clear, of startling focus and intensity, beneath high-arched, thick, dark eyebrows. Their pale clarity is contrasted with the warm tone of his skin, dotted by occasional freckles. The dark waves of his hair are such a dark brown that they are nearly black, but in direct sunlight glint with deep mahogany highlight. Tall, lean as a rake, and impeccably dressed, Alessandro's looks are dynamic; at rest, features that might be ill-fitted are given an arresting allure by his personal vitality. + |
| Alessia Mazetti + | Lustrous, dark brown hair cascading in waves frames a face which possess eyes that gleam like that of a serpent. It's not hard to imagine how prey feels when trapped within their beguiling gaze, beneath long lashes and perfectly shaped brows. Her smooth skin is often a sun-kissed bronze with a rosy tint owed to many years growing up under the Ostrian sun. Her frame is supple, and she moves with a near effortless feminine grace. Alessia is indeed lovely to behold, but it's clear that to get too close is not without its danger. It is, as no few men have said, only too easy to lose oneself to her wiles and the curve of her lips when she smiles. + |
| Alessio Moretti + | A ruggedly handsome man standing roughly six feet tall, with slightly broad shoulders and a well defined build that speaks of plenty of manual labour over the years. Alessios thick, black hair is shaved short on either side and the hair on the top pulled into three long braids that runs back and connects just above the nape of his neck and continues down to end just above the small of his back. The thick full beard covering his angular jaw is kept short and is always well trimmed and groomed. Hazel eyes with large flecks of green set under thin but defined brows always seem to take in every detail around him with a calm and calculating curiousness and a rather large, hawkish nose lends an air of regality and authority to his appearance. + |
| Alexander Wyrmfang + | Alexander fills out his 6' frame well. He wears the long, elegant muscle that's come to him through years of intensive weapon training as if he was born to it. His core and arms are peppered with occasional scars, both old and new, which stand out along his pale flesh. His bright, cerulean eyes are often described as intense, and his nearly white, platinum blonde hair makes them seem all the more striking. He moves with grace and fluidity, and is overall described as a handsome, if very serious, young man. + |
| Alexandre Redtyde + | Tall and handsome, Alexandre is both a typical specimen of Wyrmguard, and yet differs on key aspects. Slim rather than large, his is a more elegant strength than brute force. Light on his feet with easy poise, he seems to have been made for the armors and outfits of Blancbier style, further reinforcing the graceful and athletic allure of the man. Fair of skin, his hair is fairer yet, a pale platinum akin to the white gold of his youngest sister, reaching his back and contrasted by the darkness of his eyes. Indeed, at first glance, they are black, and only through the right perspective are the iris and pupil seperated, the former a very dark shade of blue akin to the midnight sky, rather than the full purity of absent light. Still, while the effect might be disquietening, they exhibit little malice. There is warmth in his gaze, a kindness that rarely fades, retreating only when the focus of battle is upon him, and mercy been hardened into unyielding shield. + |
| Alexandre Wyrmguard + | Tall and handsome, Alexandre is both a typical specimen of Wyrmguard, and yet differs on key aspects. Slim rather than large, his is a more elegant strength than brute force. Light on his feet with easy poise, he seems to have been made for the armors and outfits of Blancbier style, further reinforcing the graceful and athletic allure of the man. Fair of skin, his hair is fairer yet, a pale platinum akin to the white gold of his youngest sister, kept to shoulder length and contrasted by the darkness of his eyes. Indeed, at first glance, they are black, and only through the right perspective are the iris and pupil seperated, the former a very dark shade of blue akin to the midnight sky, rather than the full purity of absent light. Still, while the effect might be disquietening, they exhibit little malice. There is warmth in his gaze, a kindness that rarely fades, retreating only when the focus of battle is upon him, and mercy been hardened into unyielding shield. + |
| Alexandros Dawnbringer + | Alexandros would be an extraordinarily handsome man; with his sun-streaked blonde hair, his healthily tanned skin, it's just he carries himself in an extremely offputting way. His piercing blue eyes are almost always clouded with fear, and seem to stare right through people as though they weren't even there. He's long, lithe, and solidly built, but always seems tense and rigid at the best of times. + |
| Alexio Donatti + | A mop of curly brown hair falls from atop this man's head in a messy sort of tousle, falling to near his jawline in length. A tanned complexion graces his features, complimenting high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline, as well as contrasting strikingly with the piercing blue eyes that rest beneath two dark brows. A neat and manicured beard graces his face, lending a sophistication to his bearing. Built solidly, the man stands only a mere 5'9. He is slender, with the build of a runner. And is typically clad in a quality grade of tailored attire, rather than shoddy rags or armor. + |
| Alexis Wyrmfang + | Alexis has, for most of her existence, been called 'cute'. Close-cropped blonde hair couple with bright eyes in pale grey, and fair skin offset pink lips that easily edge upwards into shy smiles. All of which makes the charge hard to refute. Her body is impressively muscled and she moves with an easy grace and an abundance of energy. Barely hitting 5' 2'', she's compact with feminine curvature to her frame. + |
| Alfio Donatti + | 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. + |
| Alheri Deepwood + | Alheri Deepwood stands at a fairly average height, at 5'6'' and with a thick and curvy body. She carries herself with a careful touch, her every movement an economy in motion - until she gets excited, or worked up. This is not as rare as one might think. When so animated, Alheri is expressive in both her face and body, from bright smiles to deep, expressive frowns. She frequently wears her hair in thick plaits or braided twists, or just loose and curled, and she favours presenting a cohesive look - a schooled look. Perhaps even a perfect look. + |
| Alina Redreef + | Alina's face is oval and is framed by long, black hair that cascades down around her shoulders in lustrous waves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue. Unfortunately, that is where the potential compliments end. The woman's height is rendered uncanny by her gaunt frame; her skin has an unhealthy pallor. The sapphire of her eyes is marred by the sunken shadows that so frequently surround them, and her lips are thin and narrow. + |
| Alis Valardin + | Shorter than most, with a compact and curvy frame, Alis is not an intimidating figure at first glance save for the boundless determination often set on her still-young countenance. Her once soft features have matured into a more athletic mien, but the remnants of less stressful times still make her look younger than she is. Her white hair of the most noble bloodlines of House Valardin is usually held up by some type of hair piece, or twisted into an informal top knot to keep out of the way. And despite her frequent boldly determined visage, her youth and appearance still make it all too easy for many to dismiss her at a glance. At least, until she turns the vivid green of her eyes onto someone who has caused her displeasure. + |
| Alise Farshaw + | Alise is a short young Lady, and has long blonde hair. Exposure to the sun has helped bleach carmel colored hair to honey and amber hues as well. She has a mischief filled smile and bright cerulean eyes. Her limbs are corded with lean toned muscle and she is just soft enough to help round out feminine curves. {w({nHer hair is done up in a messy bun.{w){n + |
| Alistair + | The young Inquisitor with an old soul and old mind, Alistair has a strength to him that comes from the hardest of lives. He doesn't have the bulk of a knight, or the lithe grace of an athlete. His is the strength that comes from life in the wilderness, practical and innate. His dark, intense eyes seem cold to the unfamiliar, but never cruel for cruelty's sake. He keeps his dark hair cut short, close to his head, never allowing it to grow more than a shadow. His beard is kept extremely neat and accentuates the sharp lines of his strangely handsome face. When he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with such intensity he can cow the most rowdy mob. + |
| Alistair Crown + | The young Inquisitor with an old soul and old mind, Alistair has a strength to him that comes from the hardest of lives. He doesn't have the bulk of a knight, or the lithe grace of an athlete. His is the strength that comes from life in the wilderness, practical and innate. His dark, intense eyes seem cold to the unfamiliar, but never cruel for cruelty's sake. He keeps his dark hair cut short, close to his head, never allowing it to grow more than a shadow. His beard is kept extremely neat and accentuates the sharp lines of his strangely handsome face. When he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with such intensity he can cow the most rowdy mob. + |
| Alistair Masque + | The young Inquisitor with an old soul and old mind, Alistair has a strength to him that comes from the hardest of lives. He doesn't have the bulk of a knight, or the lithe grace of an athlete. His is the strength that comes from life in the wilderness, practical and innate. His dark, intense eyes seem cold to the unfamiliar, but never cruel for cruelty's sake. He keeps his dark hair cut short, close to his head, never allowing it to grow more than a shadow. His beard is kept extremely neat and accentuates the sharp lines of his strangely handsome face. When he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with such intensity he can cow the most rowdy mob. + |
| Allegra Pravus + | Bright blue eyes gleam with unmistakable cunning as one finds Allegra Pravus' gaze. Belonging to someone who commands an ever-busy mind, they reveal someone capable of flowing through the narrowest of cracks to come out on the outside of any cage, find her way out of any bad spot. Lush lips are quick to smirk at the defeated foe, and to shine brilliantly at a loved one, while golden locks of hair spill down Allegra's head to mark her as another one of Setarco's sun-maned children. Delicate, Allegra is said to have been graceful like any courtier, but her brief captivity during the war against House Argento left the young girl with a limp on her left leg, something that adds an unique layer of mystery to the beautiful woman. + |
| Alrec Magaldi + | Tanned, weathered skin and a vicious scar along his cheek can't quite hide the amusement and vigor with which Captain Alrec Magaldi views the world. A grin is never far from his mouth which is rimmed by a heavy black goatee, all the while eyes as deep and dark as the ocean perpetually observe his surroundings. Tall and broad of shoulder his frame is impressive without being overwhelming and his steps are all heavy and deliberate. {w({nA heavy cologne tries to hide the remnants of haze and liquor.{w){n + |
| Alrigo Donatti + | With his hair a backcomb of voluminous dark brown hair that curls away from his square forehead, before being slicked back at the sides, the distant cousin of Alexio and Andreas worked his style off of those two and perfected it further - in his view. His tanned complexion amplifies his dark hair, the brooding honey brown eyes and thick eyebrows resting just-above it. High cheekbones and a gaunt, chiseled, jawline further sophisticates the man above his peers. A faint kiss of stubble dashes across his face before two plush, pinked lips pout just below a long, slightly upturned, nose. Built of a slender, almost scrawny build, Alrigo stands at 5'9" with side shoulders and slender frame. The build of a runner, with the eyes of a brooding scoundrel. + |
