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| Amador Rafael + | Amador is a picturesque example of a man of Lenosia, a mop of rich chocolate curls fall with articulated "carelessness" to frame the similarly dark hue of his gaze. His figure is slender and best suited to be garbed in silk while his features are rigid giving him a natural forlorn stoicism by appearances alone. Amador carries himself with a regal air, his movements deliberate and practiced amidst their underlying grace. + |
| Amalthea + | Her complexion is entirely fair, the white of an albino's skin almost a stark pale resembling snow, while her nose and lips shine a faint passionate crimson. Just like her skin, her hair appears to lack color almost being silvered from the dull blonde it was. Despite her pale skin, her lithe body is balanced and sturdy, heavy but thin. + |
| Amalthea Crown + | Her complexion is entirely fair, the white of an albino's skin almost a stark pale resembling snow, while her nose and lips shine a faint passionate crimson. Just like her skin, her hair appears to lack color almost being silvered from the dull blonde it was. Despite her pale skin, her lithe body is balanced and sturdy, heavy but thin. + |
| Amanda Morgan + | Amanda is decidedly beautiful. Divine, even. She's a few inches above average height, with a frame that's more lean than curvy, but not lacking in delicately feminine lines at her waist and hips. A cute little nose, full lips, and big chocolatey brown eyes are complemented by eyebrows a few shades darker than her hair. Her hair starts dirty blonde, then slowly turns to the color of wheat, ready to harvest, as it falls over her shoulders. Her posture is always poised and perfect, and she is almost always wearing a faint, polite smile. + |
| Amanita Malvici + | With features reminiscent of an expensive porcelain doll, Amanita is delicate - almost frail given her thinness and height. One glance into her steely sea green eyes is all it would take to know that she is not so easily broken. Amanita has the sort of frame made for running quick and dancing all night, her limbs so long she can't figure out what to do with them unless in constant motion or sitting down. Her fine oval face is framed with long honeyed brown hair and her wide-set cat-like eyes are oft fixed in a cool gaze. A button nose, thin but inviting lips, and full, high cheekbones bless Amanita with a pleasing countenance that will likely be a babyface for years to come. + |
| Amantha Harrow + | Amantha is not striking by the fashionably delicate standards of the upper tiers of society. Instead she's voluptuous, generously gifted with feminine curves that soften the obvious strength of her leanly muscled form and a face that might be considered unconventionally beautiful. Expressive eyes of a sparkling emerald are perhaps the most immediately memorable of her features. A slightly roman nose and full rosebud lips not partiularly given to smiles, porcelain skin and naturally angular brows a shade or two darker than her hair; all combine in a rather cool, austere countenance. Tall, though not toweringly so, she stands at perhaps 5'7 and moves with a graceful restraint that can only be the result of many years of practice; an air of calm in every motion. Her long, thick tresses would fall when loosed to her shapely, hourglass waist in a sweep of rich, autumnal crimson and copper. But she keeps it, more often than not, in a simple braid over one shoulder. + |
| Amanthir Hale + | Tall, pale, and with unruly reddish-brown hair usually kept in a bun. His figure, athletic and toned from years of skirmishes and ranging, is concealed beneath a brown cloak and battered iron breastplate. Outside of a bow, quiver, and sheathed longsword, he keeps very little belongings on his person. If spotted in a populated city, one might mistake him for being impoverished and uneducated. + |
| Amaranth Pravus + | A tumult of brown hair pours past this woman's shoulders, and frames her face, where two hauntingly pale blue-grey eyes storm with mischief. Soft pink lips in a sumptuous bow shape are given easily to knowing, and often sardonic smiles. Fine-boned facial features echo the slim, delicate shadow she casts, born of a slender body. There isn't much strength apparent on her form, as most of the lines of her physique are gentle and pliable rather than hard, unyielding dileniations in flesh. Nevertheless, there is something uncompromising about the way that she carries herself. + |
| Amarantha Sanna + | Amarantha carries herself like a queen, confident and elegant in every motion. Her pale blonde hair frames a delicate, oval shaped face. High, regal cheekbones give her sharp features that contrast with her soft, heart shaped lips. Although her height is average, her body is not--possessing a slender build with generous curves and a fair amount of flexibility. The noblewoman's most striking feature is her ocean-colored eyes, bright and glimmering with faint flecks of gold in their depths. + |
| Amari Keaton + | Dark brown hair falls in loose waves from a middle part to just past her shoulders. Streaked with a paler honied brown, her voluminous locks frame a narrow, delicately featured face. Her complexion is smooth and pale, save for some faint freckles that splay over her brow and along her cheeks. Large, keenly intelligent, hazel eyes are framed in thick lashes, bringing out the hints of green and gold within the irises. Her mouth is quite expressive, usually giving away her emotions unless an effort is made to disguise them. She is of average height, her build slim, almost willowy, which complements her innate elegance. Despite her poise, there's a youthfulness about her that lends an air of innocence, whether deserved or not. + |
| Amari Redire + | Dark brown hair falls in loose waves from a middle part to just past her shoulders. Streaked with a paler honied brown, her voluminous locks frame a narrow, delicately featured face. Her complexion is smooth and pale, save for some faint freckles that splay over her brow and along her cheeks. Large, keenly intelligent, hazel eyes are framed in thick lashes, bringing out the hints of green and gold within the irises. Her mouth is quite expressive, usually giving away her emotions unless an effort is made to disguise them. She is of average height, her build slim, almost willowy, which complements her innate elegance. Despite her poise, there's a youthfulness about her that lends an air of innocence, whether deserved or not. + |
| Amber Mondegreen + | Petite and softspoken, Amber would blend right into any crowd were it not for the beautiful waves of coppery-gold hair cascading around her in a carelessly loose fall. Her eyes are a warm, light brown, and they carry such genuine kindness. Along with her lush mouth given to smiling freely, her mien is so sweet and cheerful one might almost miss the sadness buried in those eyes. + |
| Amelia Eventide + | As though conjured out of myth and legend, the Commander of the Eventide Collective exhibits a captivating aura of heroism and leadership, whether intentional or otherwise. Flawless honeyed olive skin appears to glow beneath the cultivating sun, her intrinsic majesty magnified with every long stride, sway of hips, and lift of her chin. Pitch black hair boldly absorbs the light, cresting her shoulders and spilling in gentle waves like the sea before a storm. Amber eyes possess such vibrant intensity as to be regarded as orange or red at a distance, or dangerously bewitching up close. Every melancholic utterance invokes a yearning for exotic locales and a past few ever truly uncover. {w({nA trio of micro braids plait gracefully through her otherwise free tresses, while dark kohl embellishes her gaze and coral pink stains her lips. Tied neatly at her throat, her hooded fur-trimmed green capelet rests open against her back. A brown sash folds broadly across her empire waist, atop both her sleeveless fur-trimmed green vest and white-sleeved green dress. Brown boots peek from the ankle-length hem, somewhat wet and muddy from travel. Lastly, exotically scented perfumes waft from her person, of herbs and spices very few Arvani might recognize.{w){n + |
| Amelie Steelhart + | Standing five and a half feet tall, this brunette is somewhat lanky, tallish and thin, with long legs. She looks quite strong for her build, despite being soft to the touch. She has brown eyes that are on the reddish side, that can bring an intense gaze where ever it might fall. She is often standing straight with great posture, looking on the stuffy side. Despite looking quite stuck up, her face is one of youth, and naivety. + |
| Amelie Wyvernheart + | Standing five and a half feet tall, this brunette is somewhat lanky, tallish and thin, with long legs. She looks quite strong for her build, despite being soft to the touch. She has brown eyes that are on the reddish side, that can bring an intense gaze where ever it might fall. She is often standing straight with great posture, looking on the stuffy side. Despite looking quite stuck up, her face is one of youth, and naivety. + |
| Amerigo Pravus + | Blessed in the looks department, Amerigo keeps his hair short cut and professionally groomed, though to his nature, there's always a few rebelious strands that refuse to yield to the brush, giving his style its own character. A light goatee provides contrast to smooth skin that has clearly lived its life in area drenched in sun, yet not taken full advantage as it is colored but not as dark as some. His eyes, however, are the real jewel of his features, a pale blue that almost seems to shine in the right light and are the key to reading his mood. + |
| Amieli Igniseri + | Her skin is a touch too dark for cream; her eyes a little too bright to be gray. Thick waves of warm brown spill well past her shoulders, typically tamed away from the roundness of her face. Large and expressive, the clean gray--silver--of her eyes is easily the woman's most striking feature, further accentuated by the healthy darkness of prominent limbal rings. Athletically toned and on the shorter side of five feet, from a certain angle, in a certain light, Amieli might be described as delicate, if delicate were the profile of a rapier blade. Hers is a silent, understated grace, a fluidity of movement and an awareness of it that suggests a marriage of shadowed silk and sharpened steel. + |
| Amir Melaeris + | Amir was never small, not even as a child. Husky, tall, and built more like a pillar than a man--he cuts an intimidating figure. It matches his strong jaw, the line of it chiseled and sharp. Regal, high cheekbones add to his severe appearance. As does his short cropped, curly, black hair. It's a bit too stern to be considered classically handsome but to a Thraxian? He's quite the catch. + |
| Amorria Arterius + | This young woman stands about average height, with long honey-blonde hair which falls to her lower back. The feathery-mane of hair has soft tinges of sandy-red streaks, which could make the actual color hard to tell when beneath direct light. Large amber eyes laced with thick lashes peer from beneath a feminine brow. Her shoulders are on the broad side for a woman, though her chest is on the smaller side. Her build in general is almost willowy, but without the sunken features of someone completely hitting malnourishment. + |
| Amund + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
| Amund Frost + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
| Amund Honor + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
| Amund Masque + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. {w({nHis hair has been cut just above his shoulders.{w){n + |
| Amund Monrosa + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
| Anabelle Lyonesse + | 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. + |
| Anastajia Mercy + | Anastajia is a young girl who always has a smile on her face. She has waist length ash blonde hair, which is usually kept in a braid dangled over her left shoulder. Her youthful skin radiates as if she were a porcelain doll, dusted lightly with freckles. Her pale blue eyes give off the impression that you can look straight into her soul. + |
| Anders Nightcove + | Lord Anders Nightcove cuts an impressive figure, but it's not based entirely on size. He's tall, yes. But more leanly muscular than bulky. His frame is whipcord, athletic and built for speed. His bearing would be rigid and unyielding, were it not for the constant suggestion that he's simply coiled energy incarnate. With an often stern and disapproving suggestion, it doesn't seem likely that anything truly brings the man pleasure. He's handsome, in a sharp and severe fashion with high cheekbones, clean jawline and alert eyes of vivid hazel. His hair is brown, sandy. His skin tanned from years in the sun, with lines around his mouth and his forehead. + |
| Andreas Donatti + | A soft, dark brown, tousle of hair - sprinkled with silvery accents, and often begging to be touched, tops the head of this handsome fellow just right to ear length. His masculine complexion, tanned quite neatly by the sun, features a chiseled jawline and high cheekbones - characteristic of the Donatti's; as well as those gorgeous clever blue eyes that lay idle beneath two thick dark brows. A well trimmed beard makes him seem even more experienced and debonair. The perfect face for the brawny and tall gentleman. Whom, just like his siblings, also has the build of a runner; and, is typically clad in top-notch tailored attire, rather than rubbish rags or armor. + |
| Andrel Monteaux + | Andrel is a powerfully built, heroic man. A natural build for martial combat, however it is complemented by his well-groomed stature. Indeed, the man clearly bathes heavily, and takes great care in ensuring that his handsome face in particular is clean-shaven and maintained, including taking great care of his blonde, neck-length hair. + |
| Andrina Thornburn + | The first thing one notices about Andrina is usually her hair; gentle waves of glossy tresses the color of spun copper that hang near her hips when let loose. Second might by the fullness of her not-quite-bow shaped mouth and the natural redness of her lips. A close third might be the stormy gray color of her eyes; like heavy rain clouds gathered in the summer. Otherwise they might notice she's tall for a woman, and quite slender. Her skin is peaches and cream toned though broken with the abundance of freckles. + |
| Andromeda Leporidae + | Tall, imposing and darkly beautiful, Andromeda has a slender frame and lithe limbs that move with barely contained power. Her hair is the color of rich honey, and her gaze a pale blue that pierces to the bone. Some might say she possesses a classical beauty with her high cheekbones and full lips that are equally likely to offer a mild smirk or purse in discontent. Her neutral expression just isn't, though it doesn't quite peak the summit to that of a permanent scowl. The Southeastern Saffron native has skin brazenly kissed by the sun, bronzed in a most flattering fashion and a thoroughly impressive physique as already mentioned. Usually the woman carries herself with a quiet confidence - letting deeds speak as much as words. Typically, when not commanded to by her Praefecta to wear something more enticing, the woman wears her Proscipi segmenta - clearly more comfortable in armor than she is wearing a dress. Although she does look quite charming wearing one, though. + |
| Andry Bayweather + | Toned and slender, this man's size suggests, average, or just above! Of average height and a build that suggests exhaustive activity but not heavily musceled to be sure. His muscle is toned and lithe, someone that favors agility far more over brute strength. His skin is sun kissed, scars dotting his lean body from head to toe. He has a handsome boyish charm about him, often keeping a touch of brown scruff resembling a beard along his jaw and lips. His hair is of the appearance to be messed and as if no attention was given to it when very likely, there was a degree of effort there. His gray eyes often blur between hazel and very light blue depending on the light. + |
| Angelica Sanna + | This woman is tall and powerfully built, with warm brown skin and dark eyes that gleam with intelligence. She's efficient with her movements, never taking up more space than she has to, sculpted in muscle with wide hips and powerful legs. Her hair is black and thick, dropping just past her shoulders in waves when loose. Shoulders are squared when she stands, spine straight, confidence written in every line. Oval face with wide-spaced almond eyes, full lips, and a squared jaw, she's clearly a woman in her prime but there's nothing that suggest laugh-lines. If anything, her neutral expression has given the impression of a smooth complexion. + |
| Angelo DiFidante + | 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. + |
| Angelo Fidante + | 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 + |
| Anisha Whisper + | While her height is thoroughly average, Anisha strives to be exceptional in every other regard. Her limbs are slender and graceful, her frame shapely curves that she all but always dresses to flatter. Mercurial, her hair's shape and length - and sometimes even colour - is always changing. Her eyes are an intense pale blue, bordering on grey, and she uses make-up to great effect to accentuate that. She has been blessed with dramatic cheekbones, alongside full and sultry lips. Anisha presents a carefully calculated image of herself to the world - from a warm and inviting voice with a love for wordplay, to her expertly applied wardrobe and accessories, she is rarely anything but sculpted towards perfection. After all, she's a Whisper. A role model. A mirror, for all the things the world wants and wants to be. + |
| Ann Redrain + | Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road. + |
| Ann Rivenshari + | Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road. + |
| Ann crovane + | Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road. + |
| Annabella Grimhall + | Just barely lucky enough to be considered of noble blood, Annabella never much cared for that life. Instead, she truly found herself within the tomes of old, learning about medicine and the art of healing. She doesn't sleep much, as indicated by the moderate bags often seen under her green eyes. Despite this, she is still a noble and thus usually makes herself look presentable when in public: hair perfectly combed and swept behind her back with a single braid hanging over one shoulder. She's rather soft spoken. + |
| Annika Navegant + | Undeniably a beauty in her youth that still shows now, but also displaying the vivid attractiveness that comes with age and experience as her journies in life are written in laugh lines around her mouth, or the crow's feet at the corner's of her eyes. She's average in height, hands strong and well-cared for in the way of someone who feels their lively-hood comes from those hands. Her bright blue eyes still shine with a sharp mind and the inquisitive, caring nature of someone that has not been drug down by life's journey. If there is a little grey in the mink brown of her hair, it is worn with the pride of someone whose life has been full of joy, laughter, but also sadness, each one earned. + |
| Ansel Telmar + | Ansel is gifted with light blue eyes, and the dark, expressive brows to make good use of them. His scowls are as gloriously stern as his smile can be youthful and bright, and he has the endearing misfortune of wearing his every feeling on his attractively chiseled face. Tall, but not remarkably so, and strong and fine, if not remarkably so, Ansel is a study in the exceedingly pleasant average; a palate cleanser of a man. + |
| Ansgar Blackram + | 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. + |
| Antea Mazetti + | Of average height and slender to the point of looking coltish, Antea is a woman of sharp angles and severe countenance. For one so young she wears a serious expression, though it doesn't seem to detract from the elegance of her features. A wealth of dark chocolate hair frames her face, pinned up neatly to keep it out of the way. Her skin is smooth and has a dusky edge, though the undertone is somewhat pale, as if she doens't see as much sun as she probably should. Her eyes are sepia-toned, and always seem to bear a calculating look. + |
| Anton Kennex + | Lanky would likely be the first word to come to mind upon spotting Anton, his tall and attenutated frame looking rather insubstantial - but long, thin fingers bear callouses that show a man used to working with tools and drawing instruments. Brilliant, blue-grey eyes framed by arched, black brows peer curiously from his suntanned visage where they sit over a hawkish nose. Spare and trimmed, his facial hair consists of little more than a mustache and some stubble down the jaw. A dark, chocolaty brown, the Kennex's hair is kept in wavy ringlets that are combed back and allowed to spill down past his ears and onto fairly narrow shoulders. + |
| Antonia Amadeo + | Meticulous and intentional defines her appearance. Her glossy hair is neatly-kempt and her complexion fresh almost dewy. Her fern green eyes are rimmed with dark inflections along the iris. Her hands are manicured and clean. The state of dress is fashionable but not a statement, each stitch in place and each adornment planned. She is below average height and makes herself even smaller by keeping her eyes typically lowered, chin frequently inclined out of respect. + |
| Antonio Velenosa + | Antonio is a very handsome man, if not classically so. His hair is a dark, sooty brown, his eyes a warm honey shade, and if his mouth is a bit narrow, it's also fetchingly bowed and prone to lazy smiles. His style and manner are self-possessed and exceedingly easy. If it took him time to arrange his shoulder-length hair to best emphasize the sun-lightened streaks, you'd never know it. His skin is slightly weathered from sun, wind, and sea salt, giving him a decidedly rugged appeal. + |
| Anwen Ravenseye + | Somewhere between plump and wiry, this woman is neither slight nor curvy, but rather possesses a predilection towards the latter that is tempered by great activity and a boistrous nature. Her skin is tanned and freckled by much time spent out of doors and her autumnal hued auburn hair is streaked with copper and gold from hours in the sun. Her almondine eyes are a deep cobalt shade of blue, lined with a thick fringe of lashes. She has a pleasant curve to her cheeks, a fullness to her mouth, and an almost grecian turn of nose that cast her features in a classical air. + |
| Anze Malvici + | Black hair roughly chopped short meant to be out of those dull green eyes and out of the way of reaching hands. A dark beard kept close to the face and sometimes cared for. He's tall, over six foot, though not a giant by any means. His body has the sinewy look of someone who has spent most their life outside working rather than playing and with the calloused hands of someone who lives and dies by the blade. On his right arm the tattoos begin at the wrist, intertwining and working up until disappearing somewhere under his shirt. + |
| Anze Redrain + | Black hair roughly chopped short meant to be out of those dull green eyes and out of the way of reaching hands. A dark beard kept close to the face and sometimes cared for. He's tall, over six foot, though not a giant by any means. His body has the sinewy look of someone who has spent most their life outside working rather than playing and with the calloused hands of someone who lives and dies by the blade. On his right arm the tattoos begin at the wrist, intertwining and working up until disappearing somewhere under his shirt. + |
| Aodhan Crovane + | Aodhan is a relatively tall man, standing at almost 6 feet tall. He possesses a strong, athletic physique that is stained with the scars of the harsh environment of which he was born. He has black, shoulder length hair that comes to a soft curl and sports a light, scruffy beard that adds to his overall charm. His eyes are a beautiful green, reminiscent of an emerald jewel. He possesses an intricate tribal tattoo that covers the entirety of his right arm, his right pectoral, and the back of his right shoulder, a sign of his upbringing that he wears proudly. + |
| Aonghus Seliki + | Well-built and solid, Aonghus cuts an impressive, heavily muscled figure. He is dark-haired, with tawny skin and ice-bright, pale blue eyes that fairly leap from his face by contrast. Those striking eyes are softened by his oft-smiling expression, shown in laugh lines and crow's feet. He has a very calm presence, accentuated by the assurance he moves with - neither slow nor fast - but implacably and with focus. + |
| Apollis Malvici + | Apollis is slender and sinewy with pale skin and platinum blonde hair that borders on being snow white. He has chiseled features including a thick dark skeptical brow, a strong square chin, and high aristocratic cheekbones. His hooded eyes are emerald green, piercing and impassive. He has full pouty lips and a wide smile that overtakes the entirety of his steely face. He has wavy short hair worn swept back and slightly tapered ears. He carries himself with a quiet confidence and speaks with a creaky, honeyed, and perpetually sleepy tone. + |
| Apollo Malespero + | He is a spare man, of middling height and weight and a lean, lanky build. He's handsome, his features pleasing in an unassuming sort of way. He might not be the brightest star in the room, but there is a charm to his features that draws eyes back to him. A thick brow and serious eyes rest under a mop of dark curls, sometimes cropped, sometimes nearly to the shoulder. His hands are large and show the signs of hard work; small scars from old knicks from sharp tools, calluses along the base of his fingers and on the pads of them as well. There is an air of distraction about him sometimes, an absent-mindedness that adds to that strange, muted charm. + |
| Apollo Oakwood + | He is a spare young man, of middling height and weight and a lean, lanky build. He's handsome, his features pleasing in an unassuming sort of way. He might not be the brightest star in the room, but there is a charm to his features that draws eyes back to him. A high brow and serious eyes rest over a nose that adds character to his face. His hands are large and show the signs of hard work; small scars from old knicks from sharp tools, calluses along the base of his fingers and on the pads of them as well. There is an air of distraction about him sometimes, an absent-mindedness that adds to that quirky and understated charm. {w({nWearing a tidy bandage on his right hand.{w){n + |
| Appolonia Seraceni + | Appolonia is visually catching, if at odds with the image of the perfectly beautiful woman. Her ebon hair and olive skin show her Pravus roots. Her slate blue eyes give her an air of staring. A high forehead, naturally dark and hollowed eyes, and a thin jaw make her look darker and younger than she truly is. She moves with an easy and casual grace, with the physical demeanor of a perfect lady even if some of the details may be... questionable. + |
| Arcadia Leary + | In form, Arcadia 'Cady' Leary is a slight-framed girl, a slender blonde with short, tousled hair and eyes of a bluish gray; but without the dynamism of motion, she leaves little impression. In life, she leaps eagerly from branch to branch; even in stillness, her weight balances on her toes, ready to spring into action at any moment. The flash of her dimpled smile, the quick gleam of her bright kohl-lined eyes, the infectiousness of her ready enthusiasm: these are the sparks that make her memorable. + |
| Arcadia Stahlben + | In form, Arcadia 'Cady' Leary is a slight-framed girl, a slender blonde with short, tousled hair and eyes of a bluish gray; but without the dynamism of motion, she leaves little impression. In life, she leaps eagerly from branch to branch; even in stillness, her weight balances on her toes, ready to spring into action at any moment. The flash of her dimpled smile, the quick gleam of her bright kohl-lined eyes, the infectiousness of her ready enthusiasm: these are the sparks that make her memorable. + |
| Arcelia Navegant + | A voluptuous body with soft curves creates the pleasant portrait of a youthful noble woman who wears her heart on her sleeves, a smile on her face, and carries an air of contentment all around her. Arcelia is known for her alluring eyes, big and vibrant blue irises that draw attention to a hidden depth that is veiled behind her youth, giving her an air of mystery. When she speaks she is often animated, using her toned arms and small hands to gesture in assistance to aid the flow of meaningful conversation. Beautiful and melodic laughter escapes the beautiful woman frequently, the sound filling rooms with the sincerity of her personality. Her lips are luscious and pink, a row of clean white teeth revealed behind a nearly ever present smile that reaches up to soft, rosy cheeks. Her long dark brown hair is a curtain of silk strands that curls up near the ends, gently springing around her shoulders and back as she moves with the ethereal grace of the naturally talented and passionate dancer she is. The clothing that adorns her body tend to come in deep colors that are accented with earth tones. Long flowing sleeves cascade down her arms while cotton or silk wraps around her body and drops to the ground in waves. She favors simple embroidery or bead work over extravagance but the rich colors and detail give her a simplistic but lovely fashion sense without overpowering her natural beauty. + |
| Arcelia Saik + | A voluptuous body with soft curves creates the pleasant portrait of a youthful noble woman who wears her heart on her sleeves, a smile on her face, and carries an air of contentment all around her. Arcelia is known for her alluring eyes, big and vibrant blue irises that draw attention to a hidden depth that is veiled behind her youth, giving her an air of mystery. When she speaks she is often animated, using her toned arms and small hands to gesture in assistance to aid the flow of meaningful conversation. Beautiful and melodic laughter escapes the beautiful woman frequently, the sound filling rooms with the sincerity of her personality. Her lips are luscious and pink, a row of clean white teeth revealed behind a nearly ever present smile that reaches up to soft, rosy cheeks. Her long dark brown hair is a curtain of silk strands that curls up near the ends, gently springing around her shoulders and back as she moves with the ethereal grace of the naturally talented and passionate dancer she is. The clothing that adorns her body tend to come in deep colors that are accented with earth tones. Long flowing sleeves cascade down her arms while cotton or silk wraps around her body and drops to the ground in waves. She favors simple embroidery or bead work over extravagance but the rich colors and detail give her a simplistic but lovely fashion sense without overpowering her natural beauty. + |
| Archene Clearwater + | This young man seems to be on his early 20s. He is about 5'9" tall and while his body cannot be said to be athletic, it certainly lacks any considerable amount of fat. His skin is light olive, strangely well-kept and unmarred. His eyes have a gentle hazel brown color while his facial features are gentle. His raven black hair is well-kept and wavy, reaching slightly beyond his shoulder length. + |
| Archeron Tyde + | This young man is tall and a lanky, his youthful frame showing the promise of a beefier build that he has yet to fully grow into. His dark hair is typically cropped short for practicality rather than aesthetics, showing off his coffee colored skin and chiseled features; the most striking of these are his unearthly blue eyes, so bright and almost unnatural seeming amid the rest of his earthy hues. Those eyes seem to miss little around him but the rest of the young Tyde lord remains rather reserved and stoic. When his limbs are bared an interesting rope of thick white scar wraps around his right arm from wrist to elbow and the same along the length of his left leg. + |
| Archibald Kitt + | An old man, Archibald's face is twisted in a permanent scowl. He has a distrust of everyone, made all the more evident when they interact with him. Despite this he carries a sense of importance even in squalor, having collected some wisdom in his lifetime. He has a long beard and hair that has long since gone grey, long ago given up covering the baldness on the top of his head. His eyebrows are likewise long and arched, growing in an erratic mess over his hateful grey eyes. He usually walks with a crutch, and has an obvious limp from a permanently lame leg. + |
| Ardee de Lire + | Large, almond shape eyes of piercing blue are the first truly noticable thing about Ardee. Thin, delicately arched brows are perched above, expressive and a shade or two darker than the golden blonde hair that waves well past her shoulders and down to mid-waist. The woman is around five foot five, with shapely curves and fair, smooth skin that doesn't appear to have suffered a day of hard work toiling in the sun. The woman moves with effortless, languid confidence, expression inviting and warm. + |
| Ardoin Valardin + | Long of limb with a wiry frame corded with muscle, he possesses the body of a warrior - and all that comes with it, such as the diagonal scar that runs from halfway down his fair-skinned forehead to where it cleaves his left eyebrow in two, marring his otherwise youthful good looks. Sapphire blue eyes observe the world around him with open curiosity, sitting squarely above his aquiline nose, thin lips, sharp cheekbones and a neatly trimmed beard on his pale face. Sandy blond hair is kept short and more often disheveled than not. Still, he carries himself with a proud stance as befits a knight of the Valardin family, broad shoulders back and face tilted up just so. + |
| Argos Seraceni + | Argo is not that imposing of a man until you see him fight. Skill, raw force, and talent all mixed together. His personality matches his fighting style as he cares little for politics and would rather follow orders. He is known for not smiling often at all. He has tattoo of a red dragon on his right arm that's tail and wings wraps around. Scars all over his chest, back and arms. Argos is a fairly warm to most people even though he keeps most people at arm's length until he can trust them. He can be found at taverns during his off hours, drinking only water as drinking booze goes against his code. + |
| Ari Corsetina + | Standing 6'3" in his bare feet with a wirey, rangey build this man looks as if he has seen some fights. This olive skin is more than lightly weathered and deeply tanned. His full head of jet black hair is often messily styled, and curls ever so slightly at the ends. His deep amber eyes are are mercurial; shifting from bright to almost black with his moods. He keeps a neatly trimmed beard and mustache of the same black color of his hair. + |
| Aria Gilden + | Arianna is a slender young woman who is around the age of twenty. Fair features, pale skin, long limbs and a slender build give her a confident appearance, in keeping with her height of five feet without shoes. She has honeyed blonde hair and wide blue eyes. Their brilliant azure is the most distinct feature on a pale, largely unblemished face set with a petite nose and thin, pink lips. Aria's honeyed hair is predominantly straight, framing her face, and kept just long enough to reach the small of her back. + |
| Arian Brand + | Tall in stature and broad of shoulder, Arian stands a head above most other men. His dense musculature is obvious, most prominent in the width of his chest, the rise of stacked delts and rippling traps, and the sheer thickness of bulging biceps and chiseled triceps. He has a healthy amount of fat, never wanting for a meal, fair flesh smooth and largely unblemished. However, his waist is relatively trim and leads into a rock-hard, well defined midriff. His visage is a charming combination of masculine strength and boyish good looks. A strong, squared jaw frames his face, drawing up into thin, pink lips that often quirk at the corners, and a proud, slightly upturned nose. Ice blue eyes would catch your attention. Depending on his mood, they either hold a cold pallor; a daring, wolfish gleam; or a rippling storm of thought and emotion. Crowning his head, golden blond hair, verging on platinum, reaches down to the bottom of his ears. With a strong part down the middle, the fine, fair strands act as curtains. + |
| Arianna Fireviper + | Arianna is quite fair possessing an ethereal beauty. Her skin is milky and pale without being translucent. Long ashen blonde locks flow down her back and touch her rear and she often wears it down. Arianna is fond for all manner of white and silver accents in her choice of clothing. Her fashion sense is very well developed and seems to change depending on the current trend. Although she is very slender, her height makes her appear even more so. Lending to a certain delicate air about her. Her eyes sparkle with a certain liveliness and she has the most breathtaking smile. The young diplomat chooses her words carefully and when she speaks it is with a soft, clear pitch that captures the interest of those around her. If she were a bit older, or depending on her manner of dress for the evening, one might consider her to be innately a very sensual girl. She possesses delicate facial features with full pouty lips that wordlessly promise some sort of carnal pleasure. Most astounding however is that she is always fresh in her style and likes variety in her wardrobe, never wearing the same thing twice. Arianna loves jewelry and has made more than one friend through gifts of gems and precious stones which she sends to her family's craftsmen back home to refine into stunning accessories. + |
| Arianna Pravus + | Sensual doesn't begin to cover this woman's countenance. She's pale but shines with a radiance that belies her good health and while her skin is milky during winter seasons it holds a tan quite well it during the sunnier times of the year. Lengthy tresses of pure Setarco gold flow around her shoulders after having been freshly cut and are often worn down. On the occasions that the Pravus noblewoman has her hair pulled back her high cheekbones and angular, feminine jawline are more apparent to the eye and lend an exotic quality to her features. Sapphire blue irises sit in almond-shaped eyes that sparkle with flecks of bright emerald green when a certain liveliness or mischief is piqued. Her waistline is small but her hips and rear are quite curvy, both traits often on display in lycene silks that leave little to the imagination. When she speaks her voice holds a soft, gentle cadence, or cold edge depending on whom she's addressing and full, pouty lips wordlessly promise carnal delights and fun times to be had for those adventurous enough to approach the Pravosi woman. + |
| Arianna Stonewood + | Arianna is quite fair possessing an ethereal beauty. Her skin is milky and pale without being translucent. Long ashen blonde locks flow down her back and touch her rear and she often wears it down. Arianna is fond for all manner of white and silver accents in her choice of clothing. Her fashion sense is very well developed and seems to change depending on the current trend. Although she is very slender, her height makes her appear even more so. Lending to a certain delicate air about her. Her eyes sparkle with a certain liveliness and she has the most breathtaking smile. The young diplomat chooses her words carefully and when she speaks it is with a soft, clear pitch that captures the interest of those around her. If she were a bit older, or depending on her manner of dress for the evening, one might consider her to be innately a very sensual girl. She possesses delicate facial features with full pouty lips that wordlessly promise some sort of carnal pleasure. Most astounding however is that she is always fresh in her style and likes variety in her wardrobe, never wearing the same thing twice. Arianna loves jewelry and has made more than one friend through gifts of gems and precious stones which she sends to her family's craftsmen back home to refine into stunning accessories. + |
| Arianwen Grayhope + | Whether obscured by a Lower Boroughs coating of grime or the rare application of expensive cosmetics, her natural beauty cannot be denied. Passion and hard-earned experience radiate from her gaze, those dazzling orbs an uncanny gradient of deep amber out to mesmerizing greens and vibrant blues. Long lashes and cupid's-bow lips serve to compliment skin as pure and pale - features as soft and delicate - as a lily petal dipped in sunlight. A harmonious symphony of honeyed brown and gold hues flow in voluminous waves, framing the graceful lines of her defined hourglass figure. Coupled with an air of casual confidence, her light and lyrical voice demands attention from even the most jaded listener. + |
| Aric Keaton + | At just over six feet tall, the man is what would be considered by most woman, with a drink or two in them, to be ruggedly handsome. He has shoulder length dark brown hair parted on the left side with his hair falling to each side of his face. Deep green eyes are brightened by a ready smile, alight with some joke that is hiding just behind them. His face is scruffy with not enough hair to call it a beard, but something that could grow to it if left unattended. He wears a tunic, leggings and boots of Oakhaven leather, finely oiled with a great attention to detail on every piece. + |
| Ariel Darkwater + | When one looks upon Ariel the first thing you might notice is her almost milky white skin, her soft ginger curls that dance along her shoulders, or all the freckles that cutely decorate her face. Her eyes are a rich dark caramel color that have naturally curling eyelashes. Though below her eyes is a perfect nose and a soft and full lips. She's a short little thing standing only at 5' and has very luscious curves upon her form with a small waist. + |
| Ariel Stonewood + | When one looks upon Ariel the first thing you might notice is her almost milky white skin, her soft ginger curls that dance along her shoulders, or all the freckles that cutely decorate her face. Her eyes are a rich dark caramel color that have naturally curling eyelashes. Though below her eyes is a perfect nose and a soft and full lips. She's a short little thing standing only at 5' and has very luscious curves upon her form with a small waist. + |
| Ariella Igniseri + | Slender but strong, everything about Ariella suggests speed, from her streamlined slimness to the short cap of black curls that crowns her head and frames her face. Her skin is a warm-toned dusky gold, darkened and weathered by long exposure to sun and salt, with a tendency to freckle mostly around her fine straight nose. The dramatic amber-gold of her eyes lends an almost lupine edge to the flash of her quicksilver smile in the spread of rose-dark lips. + |
| Arielle Rivera + | At a few inches over five and a half feet tall this woman looks to be fairly young still. Her body is full-figured with obvious but not over the top curves. There is a youthful enthusiasm in her pale blue gaze that is also visible in the dramatic motions of her movements. Fair toned skin is smooth and light in its hue. Honey blonde hair is waist length and silky looking. An oval shaped face with subtly rounded cheeks and full lips gives her a soft distinctly feminine look. {w({n + |
| Arik Halfshav + | A tall frame and muscular build conspire to make this man seem even more massive than he truly is. Broad shoulders, a square jaw, and an imposing presence lend him the air of a warrior from tales sung in the icy North, and indeed the scars on his calloused hands tell tales of their own. His features would be easy to describe as ruggedly handsome, were he ever to shave the formidable beard that covers the lower half of his face. Still, there is no hiding the glint of confident, casual violence in his pale gray eyes, nor the subtle, nigh-perpetual smirk that promises the same. + |
| Arion Harrow + | The first thing one notices about this young man is his hair. A step darker than copper its a deep and rich crimson, kept at waist-length and carefully brushed and cared for to the point where it seems to be a mark of pride. Bright emerald green eyes softly sparkle from their position on a gentle looking face. While far too soft looking to be considered traditionally handsome there is no denying that there is a certain charm to his appearance all the same. He has yet to show even the slightest hints of facial hair despite clearly being of age, his face remaining smooth and soft looking. His body is lithe and fair skinned, possessing next to no muscle tone but instead favoring smooth looking movements that show a natural sense of grace. Delicate hands with long fingers show a certain nimbleness as well, hinting that he may often work with his hands. Either way his nails are kept neatly trimmed and clean in a similar fashion to the rest of him. {w({n + |
| Arman Velenosa + | Arman Velenosa is tall and stately; he was quite obviously handsome once, years ago, and his youth has settled into gravitas. He cuts a foreboding figure for he is tall and towers over most people. Arman is fastidiously neat, as careful in his appearance as he is in his words. When he smiles, it never quite seems to touch his eyes. When Arman enters a room, he does so softly - but is no less intriguing for it. Eyes seem drawn to him, but as he favors shadows, he is never quite fully seen. + |
| Armand Farshaw + | Tall and darkly handsome, Armand presents an attractive tableau. Broad-shouldered, with the muscular build of a swordsman often fighting beneath plates of steel, he makes for a particularly fit specimen whom nonetheless displays a certain grace of movement, a natural agility closer to cat than a bear. He keeps his jet black hair short, leaving his face clear save for the beard he keeps trimmed short. The effect brings attention to his dark eyes, intense and at times full of mirth, sorrow or fire. His voice, a sensual baritone of bewitching depths, share the same nature. Indeed, Armand can be said to be many things, but empty and cold? Never. + |
| Armani Gilden + | This woman is an inch or two over five feet and is quite compact. She has dirty blonde hair that bears subtle waves and it frames her face, drawing attention to the pale green of her eyes and the fact that her otherwise ivory hued skin is tanned by the sun. The figure of the woman is quite shapely, she is well blessed with a feminine physique and it is well toned. + |
| Armel Godsworn + | Even when he was a younger man, Armel would have been hard-pressed to be called 'handsome', wide of face and with a lantern jaw, he was more the sort one would be worried would ram a sword in your gut for your purse in appearance. And a life of hardship and violence have not changed his looks for the better. With long hair that flows freely in chestnut-colored locks to frame his bull-dog face, his most notable feature is the vicious scars that cover most of the right side of his face. He has suffered from a rather horrible assault in the past, and his skin is mottled and raised and marred with an unsightly scarring from temple to jawbone and with one ear barely more than a nub on that side. The rest of him, from his chocolate-brown eyes to his bronzed, weathered skin (on the rest of him), holds a somewhat straight-backed bearing, strong and powerful and almost as broad as he is tall, with the thick legs and muscled back of a man who travels long and fights hard when he gets there. + |
| Arn Telmar + | He is not tall, perhaps close to half a head shorter than most of his contemporary knights. There is a stiffness in how he moves that betrays that youthful grace has left him and is usually replaced with pain and discomfort, but his build is thick and powerful and his big, knobby hands look like they can pack a painful wallop. His face is weathered, and scarred and painted in stern lines. He wears a full beard that is pepper grey and his eyes glint like steel. {w({nHe looks tired.{w){n + |
| Arta Fatchforth + | Arta Fatchforth is a woman with a sandy hair and slate blue eyes. She has strong sinewy limbs and prominent cheekbones. Her build is rather stocky with a small nose and a pair of ears decorating her head. Her complexion is fair and leaning on the pale side of skin. Her flattering strong physique is intimidating yet approachable. + |
| Arthen Dayne + | Arthen Dayne is lean and tall, with a rangy sort of way about his subtle strength. It's easy for the eye to mark him as someone who has been around and seen more than a few things. Still, though he isn't without lines of care to mark the occasional furrow of his brow and the determined set of his mouth and jaw, his even and masculine features retain most of the grace of his not-so-distant youth. His skin is fair, but warmed by the weathering of the sun and the wind. His chestnut brown hair is clipped neat and short but for the curling wisps of his bangs, and his baby blue eyes carry a shade of intensity from above his bold nose and the softer set of his mouth. Most often he's a man dedicated to a clean shave, but not so dedicated that he's above a five-o'-clock shadow some days. + |
| Arthur Russo + | This handsome man looks like he is in his early twenties or so. He is 6'2" and powerfully built, with strong shoulders and a chiseled frame. He has the form of a man who does some form of labor for a living, but also does the work to shape that muscle into something appealing instead of just being a brick of a man. His skin is tanned, and he has a few small scars here or there. his hair is dark brown, with one or two strands of very early grey. His eyes are incredibly bright and blue, and can easily be considered his most notable feature. His hands are calloused, and he has long, dexterous fingers. + |
| Artorius Magnotta + | Standing at six feet, four inches tall, Artorius is certainly of a tall stature. He sports shoulder length black hair, with a light beard and blue eyes reminiscent of the ocean. During most of the seasons, he remains a fair pale complexion, but darkens in the summer to a tan. His strong, athletic physique seems to naturally counter his handsome visage to even standard With a strong bearing in his walk, he carries himself like the noble knight he is. He possesses classic, simple features such as his arched eyebrows, ordinary lips, an unnoticeably small nose with a very normal ridge. Previous battles have given him a single scar that rides from a tad over his left jawline down to his collarbone on the same side, which bears a charm of its own. + |
| Artorius Malvici + | Standing at six feet, four inches tall, Artorius is certainly of a tall stature. He sports shoulder length black hair, with a light beard and blue eyes reminiscent of the ocean. During most of the seasons, he remains a fair pale complexion, but darkens in the summer to a tan. His strong, athletic physique seems to naturally counter his handsome visage to even standard With a strong bearing in his walk, he carries himself like the noble knight he is. He possesses classic, simple features such as his arched eyebrows, ordinary lips, an unnoticeably small nose with a very normal ridge. Previous battles have given him a single scar that rides from a tad over his left jawline down to his collarbone on the same side, which bears a charm of its own. + |
| Artur Redrain + | Artur is narrow, slender and lanky, with a sharp bite to the angle of his hips. Everything about him is long: long legs, long torso, long arms, long, slim fingers. Energetic, dynamic in motion and closely muscled, his lanky height is wiry and tight, rather than built heavily or bulky. Freckles spatter his high-boned, sharply angled features. His brown eyes are striking in clarity and color, their warm hue suggestive of cinnamon. His hair is kept short, neatly trimmed and darkly golden. There's a suggestion of coltish youth and abounding energy to his body and carriage. + |
| Arturo Grayhope + | A lanky, slender beanpole, this man is rises to a decent height, looking all skinnier because of it. His pale ivory flesh is littered with pitch-coloured tattoos, inked designs of birds and flowers covering most of his torso. He is of a plain face, having a long, slender nose, and narrow chin, covered by a short, patchy beard. Slim lips conceal pearly teeth, though they are rarely shown. Eyes of a piercing cerulean-blue are his most noticeable feature, their stare conveying the majority of what little emotion he shows. His dark, carob-hued hair is normally shorn close to his head. + |
| Arya Gilden + | Fiery red locks cascade to mid-back, framing a visage of mischievous youth. Her pale green eyes sparkle with unspoken amusement, and the quirk of her full, soft lips invite others to smile as well. A light dusting of freckles span the bridge of her slightly upturned nose and high cheekbones, accentuating the porcelain hue of her skin. Her lithe build makes her seem to stand even taller than her already considerable height, while a naturally cinched waist and subtly curved hips keep her frame decidedly feminine. + |
| Asger Crovane + | Standing tall, he is set with a powerful frame, broad shoulders, strong musculature, and a fair complexion. Pulled back in a loose braid, his dark auburn hair falls just below his shoulders. Set beneath two dark thick brows are his hazel green eyes and a noble aquiline nose that while fairly straight, shows signs of having been broken in the past. His hands are rough and calloused, showing numerous scars both new and old along the knuckles and backs. + |
| Asha Espina + | Tall and lean, Asha has the build of a Champion. Her bronze skin marred with the odd scars, the most noteable along her cheek, lower lip and right temple creating stark silvery lines. Comely but lacking in the true beauty often associated with those of a higher station, which she seeks to make up for in charisma and showmanship. + |
| Asher Grayhope + | Average weight and height, and build, and clothes... This man looks so very bland. A commoner, easily; no flair, no sense of fashion. Deep brown fabric, with dust and possibly mud. Hair messily kept and a boring, dull brown. His eyes flash a peculiar blue - peculiar compared to the rest, that is. They stand out as mischievous and possibly intellectual. In another life he could be a scholar, perhaps someone important. But he very clearly won't get much attention for very long. + |
| Asher Morrlin + | Average weight and height, and build, and clothes... This man looks so very bland. A commoner, easily; no flair, no sense of fashion. Deep brown fabric, with dust and possibly mud. Hair messily kept and a boring, dull brown. His eyes flash a peculiar blue - peculiar compared to the rest, that is. They stand out as mischievous and possibly intellectual. In another life he could be a scholar, perhaps someone important. But he very clearly won't get much attention for very long. + |
| Ashkyr Elensar + | 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. + |
| Ashlinn Speare + | Ashlinn is tall, and not 'for a woman', but just in general. She's pretty, with dark hair and eyes, but with the bluff face and open demeanor of a commoner originating far from the city of Arx. Her hair is nice and wavy and so damned thick it defies any style more complicated than a long, heavy braid and may very well eat any combs that try to do something fancier. Dark brown eyes don't miss a thing, but don't do much to hide, either. Sun-dark skin is marred here and there with scars picked up from a life spent first working in a field and then later fighting in one. Given a slight crook in its bridge it's likely her nose has been broken once or twice, and given a slight crook in her smile it's as possible that her jaw has as well. Still, the smile is there as often as not. + |
