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| Baldessare Velenosa + | It's body language that creates Baldessare's strong impression. He carries himself with driven confidence. His low voice is bold and resonant. His eyes are intensely dark, framed by absurdly long lashes beneath the thickness of well-defined eyebrows. His lips are more full than thin, mobile in the midst of the strong lines of nose and jaw. His skin is a dusky olive brown. He frequently keeps a neat, dark beard. The sculpt of his features could be the cast of a soldier's statue, but his face is too lively, his expression rarely still. Tall and lean, he looks like a swordsman, built on muscular lines that match the strength of his long fingers. + |
| Baldwin Fidante + | Tall and muscular, Baldwin is a somewhat handsome man, with a reserved outward demeanor. His coloring and features are those most prominent in the South, his hair black and ink and kept trimmed short, his beard trimmed, enhacing the well defined line of his jaw. His nose is straight and his eyes are a stormy blue, always watchful. His motions are guarded and always economical, as are his words. When he speaks, however, it is with a distinct baritone. + |
| Baltus Darkwater + | Tall, at just over six feet in height. His shoulder length mocha brown hair seems to have a mind of its own, the locks curling over his forehead and towards his ear from behind his neck. With his dark eyebrows and stubble, which runs primarily along his jawbone, leaving his cheeks smooth. Chocolate Brown eyes seem to stand out against his sun-kissed complexion. + |
| Barbrey Blackwood + | Barbrey is past her prime and into the winter of her life, and her weathered face bears all the wrinkles and deep lines one might expect of a woman of near sixty. A hard-lined, square jaw is framed by a mop of wild grey hair, with the occasional auburn streak harkening back to her youth in a faded, rugged Northern beauty. Tall for a woman, there is an alert and ready position to her posture, and when she moves, only the slightest slowness of age shows -- it seems that the years have at least granted her longevity. Her figure is still lean and muscled, and a perpetually wild look in her eye makes her seem ever-ready for combat. + |
| Barik Reed + | Barik is a broad-shouldered figure of lanky physique and a thin, frequently excercised waist. Naturally athletic, yet lacking in any hints of strength to assert him a warrior, he poses as an average figure, for an average people. Despite such, his physique remains coarse due to constant travelling, and being exposed to the outdoors. His hair is a raven black color, perpetually cut short to a natural swoop of a combover that inherently swings right. Disenchanting, muddy green eyes stare beneath two bushy, crowded brows, with a nose most certainly broken at least twice crookedly sitting between them. The appendages of his arms are wide; his fingers are long and rotund. + |
| Barric Grayson + | A perfect mix of Hero of Old and Charming Prince, Barric has the look of the most courtly patron, with the soul of a time where men viewed Duty and Honor as highly as Glory. Black hair, kept in a neat military cut gives his face a slightly severe look. His bright blue eyes shimmer with a life of their own, whether in the rare glimpses of boyish joy, or in their typical focused determination, evaluating a situation quickly. His smiles, though tending to be rare, are brilliant things, giving people pause to wonder. His strong jaw and broad frame are the things artist consider when creating art of the legends of old, with graceful movements and powerful motions. {w({nHe is completely clean-shaven, meticulously so, not a single hair to be found on his face or jaw.{w){n + |
| Bashira Ru-Taul + | Bashira stands at seven inches over five feet tall with a figure that is athletic but femininely so. And, of course, she has the face of an angel. Her complexion is lightly tanned. This is mainly due to her heritage and days spent in the sunlight. Her intelligent hazel eyes are emphasized by the long black lashes that surround them and by the ebon brows above them that lift expressively when she speaks. Her heavy, raven hair is a mass of unruly curls and wispy tendrils that surround her face like a secretive shadow. Her hair reaches to her waist and generally holds braids with shells and pearls within them. + |
| Basilio Cabral + | A leanly built youth cut of swimmer's muscles and laughlines. His shoulders have been made sturdy by ropes and riggings, telling of his time spent at sea. The sun has darkened his skin with a healthy ruddiness common to those from the tropics. Evidence of a colorful childhood decorates his complexion in scars here and there but the surefootedness of his gait suggests that these have been challenges he might even look back on fondly. Hair brown like coconuts is thick on his head, as are the expressive brows over his dark eyes. The knit of his features are pleasantly proportionate and warm, simplicity being his charm. His voice is a tenor coarse with the enthusiasm of a lad nearly past his teenage years. + |
| Bastien + | Bastien is all long limbs and graceful hands and lean, whippet lines to his frame. He can move with surprising grace and dexterity, and his carriage holds a certain hauteur that he hasn't exactly earned. He has an even, well-bred handsomeness to him, strong-jawed and straight-nosed, but it's often distracted by a sense of harried unkemptness from too many long nights at work. His hair is dark, his eyes a clear blue flecked with green, and he can vary widely from stubble to a full beard, depending on his current obsession level. + |
| Bastien Crown + | Bastien is all long limbs and graceful hands and lean, whippet lines to his frame. He can move with surprising grace and dexterity, and his carriage holds a certain hauteur that he hasn't exactly earned. He has an even, well-bred handsomeness to him, strong-jawed and straight-nosed, but it's often distracted by a sense of harried unkemptness from too many long nights at work. His hair is dark, his eyes a clear blue flecked with green, and he can vary widely from stubble to a full beard, depending on his current obsession level. + |
| Baz Thornburn + | Tall and slender, Baz is the epitome of nights without sleep, days without care and passion without check. There's a hunger to her pale gray eyes and her lean frame, a gauntness only offset by a pair of lips that, despite occasionally being chapped with neglect, are overfull, most often set in a caustic slant. There's a reserve and a wildness that battle for dominance in the neglect of her long and straight tawny hair, the rumpled and unkempt suits that sit on her insubstantial frame like castoffs. + |
| Beatrice Malespero + | Beatrice is a pretty young lady with exceptional facial features and a slim but feminine figure. She makes the best of her Lycene heritage, putting herself together in a carefully crafted way when she makes public appearances. Her coloration makes her a stand-out among nobles: with dark, thick hair, dark, thick eyebrows, tanned skin, and glittering coffee-colored eyes. She dresses to compliment her body, with the eye often drawn to her narrow waist and long legs. + |
| Beatrix Corsetina + | Beatrix is a fair-skinned, charcoal-haired, lithe woman of uncanny beauty and yet that is not what lured poets and warriors to call her the White Rose of Tor. The Corsetina's viridian eyes, holding secrets and torments, and her swagger give Beatrix irresistible airs of allure. Rarely needing to express herself with more than the faintest curl of her full lips or a shrug of her shoulders, she talks with her whole body before ever uttering a word, filling the room with her powerful voice. Her physique is slender and strong, feminine and flattering in its grace and elegance. + |
| Beaumont Valardin + | With a mane of soft, golden curls that just brush his collar, Beaumont is the picture of Valardin nobility. His fair, pampered skin is clear, as are his sky blue eyes. Long lashes and straight, youthful brows frame them as perfectly as any romantic painting, and his mouth is lush and just barely given to a melancholy downturn when he isn't grinning. Luckily, his shoulders are broad and his jaw is strong and chiseled in the perfect example of masculine beauty. + |
| Becka Honor + | %TSomber is the dark gaze of a young woman no older than eighteen years. Her caramel brown eyes seem haunted, distant and weary, yet in rare moments show a spark of life and hope. Freckles dance over the cheeks and across bridge of this young woman's nose, and her oval face is framed by wavy locks of the shimmering copper. Her nose is petit, lips full and her small chin slightly dimpled. Becka looks as if she must live on the street, for her face is at times dirty, and her clothing looks as if it could use a good wash. The pale blue dress hanging from her lithe frame could possibly be the only dress the girl owns. + |
| Bedivere Whitehawk + | Long and lean, Bedivere stands tall amongst any crowd, and carries himself in the ramrod-straight military manner. His straight nose is longer than average, perched above a square jaw, which is regularly shaven. His dark hair is of a middling length and touched with hints of silver. When he smiles, one can see how handsome he was in his youth - it's a shame, then, that he rarely does so. Of particular note is the nub where his right hand once was; the scarred arm it belongs to is usually pressed protectively against his body. + |
| Behtuk Sanna + | Behtuk is a tall, heavy man, with just enough grace to carry that mass of flesh without intruding upon others. His hair is thin, black, long, and straight. Unlike many from the North, his facial hair is sparse consisting of a drooping mustache and a braided patch on his chin. Though the muscles beneath his skin are not prominent, the strength beneath that full-figured frame is unmistakeable. + |
| Bell Cleck + | A skinny, even haggard man with sharp cheekbones and lips that tend crooked, Bell wears his hardships on his frame with more easy than he wears his ill-fitting clothing. His eyes are sharp and restless, but he moves with a swift and studied grace. That ill-fitting clothing doesn't entirely conceal that he's built to climb and to dart. + |
| Belladonna Pravus + | Undeniably beautiful, with her long flaxen locks, intensely sapphire eyes, and sharply gorgeous features, Belladonna combines her striking looks and sultry sensuality with a vibrant life in her to devastating effect. Her winsome features are those that will seem young, even when her hair has greyed, lightened by the challenging fire and daring sparkle that infests her eyes. Her lush lips are quick to smile, both in sympathy and understanding, and in a smirk of satisfaction that only seeing her enemies crushed before her can evoke. Her form is lithe and sinuous, slight of frame, but her infectious laugh and vibrancy makes her seem larger than she is. Many noblewomen tend toward fair skin, of those too important to endure the harsh suns, but Belladonna's richly tanned, smokey skin, common in the city-state of Setarco, sets her apart and lends her an exotic air. + |
| Bellamy Redrain + | Standing at a perfectly acceptable five-foot-six Bellamy is not the tallest, nor the shortest, Princess around. Her hair is a pale platinum that lingers just this side of white. Her eyes are a honeyed hazel color; green but with an amber ring around the pupil. Her lips are usually quirked up in a sweet smile below a dainty, upturned nose. Her lips are graceful and slender, lacking in muscle definition that many of the Redrain family might otherwise have. Her skin a pale that suggests she gets rarely any sun. + |
| Bellona Deucalion + | She is a strand of moonlight in the darkest woods who bears its wildness in every feature. Her hair, black as night, falls coarsely about her face, framing her pale visage in matts and twines. Despite the savagery it possesses, she wears it proudly like a crown; this unkept mane which has tangled the fingers of men both nameless and forgotten. A comeliness precedes the dirt and soot that often mars her pale skin offering the hint of woman beneath an otherwise crepuscular varmint. + |
| Benedetto Velenosa + | It's body language that creates Benedetto's dramatic impression. He carries himself with casual insouciance. His low voice is rich with laughter and invitation. His eyes are a liquid dark, framed by absurdly long lashes beneath the thickness of well-defined eyebrows. His lips are more full than thin, mobile in the midst of the strong lines of nose and jaw. His skin is a dusky olive-brown. He tends towards clean shaves. The sculpt of his features could be the cast of a pretty statue, but his face is too lively, his expression rarely still. Tall and slim, he looks like a dancer, built on agile lines that match the delicacy of his long fingers. + |
| Benedict Ferro + | Deep brown eyes and black hair are striking on this above average height male. Though ungroomed most of the time, his beard grows in as a goatee and connected moustache. His hair is kept short for ease of keeping, and his body is thick with muscle from years of armor wear and wielding and training with the large sword and armor. Broad shoulders and large arms connected to a thick torso, and legs large enough to carry all of him with ease plus much more. Caramel tanned skin and calloused hands from years of wielding a weapon and horse reigns. + |
| Benjamin Carver + | It might be the self-satisfied smile that his face finds at rest that draws attention first, or it might be the bright expressiveness of his amber eyes under the bold dark strokes of his brow and the way they seem to hold the world in such alert fascination. He has a fair complexion, well kept and shaved smooth to the skin. His hair, a dark shade of brown, is kept tidy and trimmed only to then allow it to do whatever the devil it feels like. He is built on a light frame, slender and not overly tall, with a comfortable finesse and fluidity to his movements. + |
| Benvolio Corvini + | Benvolio enjoys the trappings of his family's wealth and access to fashion in Arx. He prefers the ostentatious and colorful, and is never far from a sword or dagger. Benvolio wears a mane of long hair, left wild when possible, or bound to look presentable. His bright green eyes give him a sharp gaze. + |
| Berenice Velenosa + | Berenice is a creature of slim lines and subtle curves, her assured confidence lending her a statuesque air that her height doesn't quite earn. She is a classic Southern beauty, from the golden olive of her complexion to the high angle of her cheekbones to the rich darkness of her hair that falls in loose waves down to her lower back. The full pout of her lips is prone to mischievous curves. Her eyes are a dark, warm brown framed by thick lashes and given life and expression by the manicured arch of her brows. + |
| Berto Tiazza + | Berto isn't a particularly tall fellow, sort of stocky by nature. Nor is he particularly handsome, with an ill-healed broken nose from an old fight, a few scars here and there, and a copious number of little burns from various issues with brewing equipment. He makes up for it with a warm, white- toothed grin and long, dark lashes that draw focus to his bright, intelligent eyes. + |
| Bethany Mercier + | With a distant gaze softened by a well-arranged, amiable smile, Bethany is a strikingly pretty girl. A well-proportioned and willowy figure, carried with a practiced grace. A flawless complexion. She's the kind of young woman who is the product of a well-bred, well-lived life in the merchant class. Befitting that class, her clothing is of fine quality, but reserved -- she dresses older than she is -- and her tawny blonde hair is of indeterminate length, worn in a complicated coiled updo secured by a few fancy pins. Even though her demeanor is welcoming, there's always a sense that she holds something in reserve; her steel blue eyes are those of a woman whose soul is not easily touched. + |
| Bhandn Yvar + | Bhandn Yvar is a large man; he is an exemplar of physical strength. While his height is hardly lacking, a touch under six feet, his brawn eclipses that despite his increasing age. He is a man who trains his body in grueling ways: his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his back, and his legs are all very heavily muscled, and his clothing strains slightly to contain his powerful torso in particular. That clothing has failed in the past, as darning of various quality can be seen on the sleeves and shoulders, with other repairs done on his legs as well, including a slash on his left thigh that was sewn shut by a skilled hand. He keeps his silver hair cut short, but it is roughly done, lacking the finesse and uniformity of a trained hand. As such, his tanned face is fully visible, exposing his brown eyes and stubble for all to see. A small, thin scar exists near his right ear, as well as a nick in the lower lobe of the ear itself. Strapped to his large back are two scabbards, each with a crossguard hilt poking up over his shoulder. One bears the unmistakable signs of a peacebond, and a very thorough one at that, twice as much as necessary to meet the requirement. + |
| Bianca Wyrmguard + | Ethereal would be an apt adjective to describe the young Wyrmguard scholar. Often mistaken as a potential twin to her cousin Damon, Bianca maintains a certain sort of irrefutable beauty not often found beyond ancient fairytales of Arx. Shock white hair, sylph-like stature and crystalline gaze all command attention when the woman enters a room. + |
| Bjorn Grimhall + | This blond young man is about average height and fairly unassuming. His hair is cropped at his shoulders and he keeps a neatly trimmed goatee. The square jaw and defined cheekbones give him a strong appearance and often make him seem menacing even when he is simply calm. What really stands out about him is the fact that one eye is pale blue and the other is golden-green. He has a lean and athletic figure speaking to quickness as opposed to brute strength. + |
| Blacktongue Artiglio + | A man approaching his middle years, Blacktongue has kept most of the jet black hair, with only the barest hints of grey at the temples. He keeps his beard and moustache trimmed neat, almost stylish, though dyes it with whatever bright color suits his fancy that day. His eyes, sharp blue, pierce through the best defenses of the court, getting to the root of a person. His lithe build lends itself well to a mocking gait, or a graceful dance, usually choosing what will surprise someone the most. His smile on anyone else would be charming, but the inky hue of his tongue makes it nothing short of unnerving. + |
| Blair Elricks + | Blair is a shorter girl, standing closer to five feet. Her form is slim, small and compact. Not at all like a giant like her family. But what she lacks in sheer size, she makes up for in an ever burning smile. The bright, young girl is often smiling or laughing. Intent on spreading joy when it's needed. She has longish red hair, curly, but often tied back. And her eyes are a emerald color, pure pools of it that shine bright. Her voice is a pleasant, soft one. Youthful and full of energy. + |
| Bliss Whisper + | Despite her loose, windspun brown curls looping around an oval face, there's something so sharp about her; a bearing that shifts from cocky to outright impudent when she's flashing a particularly challenging smile. It's a sweetly bowed mouth, and she's on the tall side (if just), with an adorably upturned nose and slender shoulders. Her graceful carriage gives her an air of delicacy anchored by athletic legs and wide hips. + |
| Blossom Corsetina + | So very far from those noble women who fuss over their looks, there lies Blossom Corsetina. Undeniably pretty and seemingly completely unaware of it, she keeps her dark, curly hair in a short, messy cut to keep it out of her way. It's even money every day whether she'll have a splotch of brightly-colored paint somewhere on her cinnamon skin or the dress she's wearing. Hazel eyes bordering on brown... it's difficult to tell, because they never stay still long enough to focus on anything that isn't a painting. She's short and slender, gifted with her family's curves, but unlike her cousins, those hips will never be a danger to anyone but herself. + |
| Blush Prismatics + | The strange allure of this man is bred from the marriage of hard and soft in his features. A chiseled jawline, strong nose, and expressive mouth couple with the intense cyan blue hue of his eyes and the delicate pink tint of his wavy hair to weave beauty and brawn together in one being. An artfully kept scruff of facial hair appears effortless along his cheeks and chin. His smile is quick and easy, mirroring his seemingly natural charm, but beneath the surface is a brewing storm which he further guards through flamboyant fashions, all manner of colors adorning his lean frame. + |
| Bonibel Barleycorn + | Shortish and of average build this ginger-haired woman's appearance is held more in her personality than her modest features. Wide hazel-green eyes are shrewd and expressive with heavy auburn lashes. A full-lipped mouth bears the start of lines at its corners from the constant display of emotion. Her thick hair is long and oft partially braided to keep it back off her oval face while the rest of it hangs down her back curling just above her tailbone. + |
| Bonnie Shepherd + | Bonnie's got the kind of smile that makes folk nervous. Not because it lights up a room (though tis bright), but because it's so big. She keeps her lips rouged, and that wide grin shows off her white teeth and honestly looks a little like she might be considering taking a bite out of something. Or someone. It speaks of a hint of edge that is belied by her sweetly round face and big, warm eyes. Her hair is red-haloed dark and curls and waves wildly to her shoulders, and her skin is sun bronzed. She's got a strong nose with a button tip that is just a touch crooked, as if it has been smashed once or twice in her life, and a swagger to match her statuesque frame. This is no willowy woman; thighs and arms stacked with compact muscle she has no qualms about showing off. + |
| Bors Keaton + | One cannot help but notice Bors Keaton when he enters a room. There is a presence to him, a severity, from the pristine, razored pate of his bald head, to the lantern jaw and bulldog neck of him. His features are blunt without being coarse, chiseled in broad planes and angles. A wide brow is bisected by dark brows that rest low over a pair of deep set brown eyes. His nose has been broken more than once, his lips full, though they are most often set in a thin line that speaks of little patience for silliness or time-wasting. He is a tall man, thick with muscle, skin pale given the frequency with which he wears armor. He is meticulous in his neat appearance, further evidence of his martial nature. + |
| Bosco Caputo + | Here's a man who is probably younger than he looks. Haunted might be a good word to describe the vibe he emits; a little too hard around some edges, a little scarred and calloused on others with an oft-times far-away look when there's nothing demanding his attention. He carries himself with a posture that is at times prouder than would be suggested by his station in life. Blue eyes are pale, with a colour that feels faded and dull, lending him a hard gaze. His olive skin is no stranger to the sun, nor to injury with a catalogue of small insults writ there from blade, fire and molten metal. For all these flaws, he's not unattractive and is obviously no stranger to demanding work and effort, with an impressively sturdy build that's matched with an artisan's dexterity. Black hair is kept short but achieves a reasonable level of kemptness. + |
| Brace Din + | A delicate creation of pleasing curves and slender limbs, the svelte woman carries a history told in tattoos from the neck down-- nary a spot of flesh uninked. Her hair is long; heavy and thick, desperately dark at the roots with the added detail of sun-bleached tips. And then, there were her eyes, as unflinching as a shark's black stare despite their pleasing color, lined in midnight kohl to further draw attention. All other facial details are obscured beneath the intricate chains of her mask, visage revealed only to those who can afford it. + |
| Braden Laurent + | The young Laurent looks as attractive as most nobles do. A fine bone structure ensuring he has a handsome face, but given how little he seems to worry about shaving and keeping his hair perfect, he doesn't exactly fit in at high society gatherings. He always has a bit of a mischevieous smirk on his face, behind his short beard, as if he is always looking for something to get in trouble with, but in times of need, the seriousness he takes in keeping other people safe can be seen in his eyes which seem to shift colors depending on the current lighting. {w({nHe has a peppermint stick either in his mouth or in his hand, or at least so very close by.{w){n + |
| Brady Grayhope + | It's hard to stay mad at that face, you know? Melting brown eyes, lips a soft pout, an impossible sweetness summoned up with the flash of his teeth -- there's a shade of the long vanished cherub in the fullness of his cheeks, in the high sweep of his eyebrows. His hair is the burnished reddish richness of polished wood, but in texture a thick, luxuriant fluff, falling in loose waves inclined to rumple. There's a reedy height to him, limbs a little overlong and matched to the leanness of his frame and the youthful innocence of his features, that lends him more of that young, unfinished look. Adulthood has surely set in, and he sometimes cultivates it by flirting with a downy mustache or beard, but there's just something about his looks that makes it hard to translate youthful scoundrel shenanigans into anything more dire. + |
| Braelynn Deepwood + | Of average height and build, Braelynn is lithe and wiry. Her movements are precise and dextrous, and she seems ideally suited to long-range scouting or walks owing to her lean, healthy build. She moves with a controlled sort of grace which bespeaks a high level of activity, and her eyes rarely fail to notice important things around her. But the nigh-perpetual smile on her face gives the impression that she's not judging so much as just taking it all in. Her hair is most often pulled back in a braid or a ponytail, favoring the practical over the dramatic every time. + |
| Braith Mazetti + | Clouds of black hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers. + |
| Braith Sanna + | Clouds of black hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers. + |
| Bran Ravenseye + | Tall and broad, Bran might not have the same spry quickness he had in his younger years, but his strength and heartiness certainly don't look diminished in the slightest, even if there are a few extra pounds that weren't there a decade ago. Long, straight hair frames a bearded face, starting to grow gray with age. He has laugh lines around eyes that seem to always be assessing those his gaze lands on, and scarred hands from years of a hard Northern life. His clothing tends to the rustic, betraying his Prodigal background quicker than any accent ever could. Furs, and hides, and sturdy northern twill make up his garments, chosen for warmth and robustness rather than ostentation. + |
| Branan Dominici + | While not an overly handsome man, Branan Dominici is not exactly unattractive, with angular and aquiline features. Anxious energy and a keen attention to detail contribute to a gaze that never seems to rest unless the man is writing. Pale blue eyes are often shrouded by a fall of unkempt blondish-white hair, which complete the perpetually disheveled look he embodies, no matter how finely dressed. Dark ink stains line fingernails chewed to the quick, slender hands likewise stained. Despite spending almost all his time indoors, his Lycene heritage shows in a dusky tone to his skin. + |
| Branimir Eswynd + | The first thing one can tell when they lay eyes on this hulk of a man is that he's lived. Shoulder length hair is snow white shot through with lines of black, skin is worn from long exposure to the sun. A black leather patch is worn over his left eye, the ends of a deep scar showing above and below it. The rest of him is marked with tattoos, brands and scars, a biography of flesh telling the tale of a life lived to its fullest. While age had taken some of his muscle from him, the Prodigal is still a formidable man who towers over others. + |
| Brannen Harthall + | The young man with sun-kissed skin is often seen wearing an alert, possibly even stern, expression on his face. His face is framed by a mane of crisp, light brown hair and facial hair ranging from scruff to a well-trimmed beard in the same color. Working as a Knight of Solace includes spending time on the training grounds, wearing armor, and patrolling the roads. As such, he seems to bear the weight of his steel armor well, yet he does not appear overly muscled. Within the city of Arx, his appearance usually seems well-groomed and taken care of. + |
| Branwen Stormfeather + | There is nothing particularly outstanding about Branwen, but that is the way she likes it. A squared jaw, long auburn hair that is typically swept up in a bun or a twist, and an athletic build. Her attempts to capitalize on that anonymity are dashed when she smiles though; it lights up her whole face. + |
| Brass Not anymore + | Existing in the sort of ageless limbo that could be late twenties or early thirties, this man is possessed of several fine and serviceable features rendered attractive and compelling by the personality that infuses them. His face is a touch long and narrow, and the harmoniously vertical flow of its planes towards his close-goateed chin is broken by expressive eyebrows and the wide slash of his bright grin or unamused frown. Rangy-tall, not overly muscular, he nonetheless moves with an unrestrained and lively energy. + |
| Braxas Songweaver + | Tall, almost seven feet in fact. Braxas is a lean figure, his body covered in subtle muscle tone. That pale skin is well cared for and the only real flaw to see is the scar, the one under his right eye that reaches down his cheek and up his temple. Grey eyes peer out from under arched black eyebrows the same shade of black as his long hair. That hair reaches his mid back but is cut into shorter layers in the front around his angular oval shaped face. He has a dark sort of beauty to him, the lower havlf of his face covered with a neatly trimmed and expertly groomed beard. + |
| Breccan Malere + | Skin is tan from the sun with a dusting of freckles patterned here and there across the finely sculpted lines of a handsome face - large thick lashed eyes house light blue irises that border on a ghostly grey given the light. Falling loosely just beneath the nape of neck is hair of a golden auburn shade that is either kept in a tail when long or cut short with a troublesome strand or two falling before sky warm gaze. Body is tapered and cut for one who is keen on survival, back and shoulders are muscled in such a way that would suggest deft skill with a bow and legs toned to indicate swift knowledge over difficult forest terrain. Hands were lightly calloused, as if periods of labor come and go but don't always stick. There are several scars upon his body, all hidden easily beneath clothing but the most prominent that might reveal itself along his forearm is a parallel mark that looks as if something was trying to be removed. + |
| Bree Harthall + | Relatively tall, this brown haired woman is of an obvious athletic frame though she still has retained some womanly curve. While she is not bulky by any means, she certainly has a good amount of muscle, toned and athletic throughout. Her skin is sun-kissed, goldened and tanned from many days under the beautiful light. A set of bright blue eyes rest at the center of her picturesque face. Young and pretty, she is generally seen with a radiant smile that really pronounces her beauty. Her gleaming smile may very well be deemed the most beautiful thing about her, and it is often on display. + |
| Breidaia Ferchyn + | Blonde hair cut on an angle sweeps around her shoulders, a mixture of bleached bone and softer traces of faded straw. She parts her hair offset, and her windblown strands are usually pulled back off her striking face with a scrap of sea-bleached cloth or some kind of leather thong. Individually her features might be overpowering: strong mouth, patrician nose, a chin tapering to a pert, firm point. The sum of them is fascinating, a collaboration that speaks to the inner spirit of the woman. She delivers fearless, direct looks through eyes almost too fair and light to really quantify blue in any sense, the traces ringing her irises a bold shore of darker colour. By no means is Breidaia short or weak, and her body is a testament to an active lifestyle, with timelessly defined musculature and toned limbs that radiate fitness. + |
| Brianna Halfshav + | When flattering bards sing of 'the wildfire of sunrise tresses,' they might mean Lady Brianna Halfshav. Popular southern songs singing of northern women tell how the cold north cannot contain the fire of their beauty, or the blaze of their vitality, and she fits the ideal of the songs perfectly. Her fierce blue eyes entrance, reflecting one's own soul in their intense mirth or fury. Her lush lips accentuate the rampant joy or dark fury that her lovely eyes hold. Her frame is the muse to many an artist, with soft curves and graceful lines. She takes the breath away entering a room, then fill it again with a sense of life and delight that no one can match. When one catches a glimpse of her alone, they may see the deep sadness she lets through where no one else can see. + |
| Briar Marjawn + | Most of his family are tall and dexterous and Briar is no different. Long of leg and limb with a lean strength in his young body. Long pale golden hair falls down his back and he has a darker golden goatee that is often rather rough and overgrown. Broad shoulders are strong from a youth spent hauling wood and other hefty chores. He has a rugged handsome look, but is still growing fully into his tall body. + |
| Bridget Pravus + | Bridget is pleasant on the eyes, but she also isn't the definition of beauty. She has a nice enough smile, but one would objectively say she is bit too tall and lanky, her eyes are a bit more gray than blue, her nose a bit too large while her breasts aren't large enough, and her straw colored hair is a bit too thin and becomes frizzy far too easily. She has fair, pale skin, and soft, uncalloused hands that distinctly indicates her noble upbringing. + |
| Brier Crovane + | This woman is born of the strong stock of the North's blood, towering over most women and some menfolk by standing a few inches more than six feet tall. Her build is strong and thick, but still maintains some femininity to it. Her skin is pale and there is a scattering of scarring on her. The most notably being one by her left shoulder, and several aged cuts and burn marks of varying shapes and sizes covering her arms and hands. On her hands, there are also a number of calluses that are the aftermath of a life of hard work and dedication. Her face is round and while her eyes have a weary look to them, time has still been kind to her and keep her features gentle. Her eyes are a shade of blue that invokes thoughts of the ice and cold, and her blonde hair is bright like the sun, especially when it catches the light. It could easily reach past her shoulders and down her back. Bronze ringlets contain very loose braids and bunches of her hair that are meant to help keep it restrained and out of her face. + |
| Brigid Inverno + | It was hard to miss the tall, lean figure of Lady Moore as she was a striking vision in knee high boots and clothing littered in horse or hound hair. Statuesque, the comely curvature of form was hard worked and the muscle evident throughout was a testament to lack of idleness. Skin that perhaps should have been touched by the sun given her times out of doors was a luminous ivory, hands were met with various callouses as long graceful fingers often held knicks or scars. The color atop head was a river rock sable, where light striking through highlighted soft copper tones. Being a woman of few words, most could perhaps recall the tempestuous blue of eyes holding a serenity in the swirling stormy mixture, thickly lashed to conceal many a thing that had not the right to settle on her tongue. A handsome face, liquid lines of good breeding and with a lush mouth given to the rare winsome smile complete the physical aesthetics of the Horsewoman. + |
| Brigid Moore + | It was hard to miss the tall, lean figure of Lady Moore as she was a striking vision in knee high boots and clothing littered in horse or hound hair. Statuesque, the comely curvature of form was hard worked and the muscle evident throughout was a testament to lack of idleness. Skin that perhaps should have been touched by the sun given her times out of doors was a luminous ivory, hands were met with various callouses as long graceful fingers often held knicks or scars. The color atop head was a river rock sable, where light striking through highlighted soft copper tones. Being a woman of few words, most could perhaps recall the tempestuous blue of eyes holding a serenity in the swirling stormy mixture, thickly lashed to conceal many a thing that had not the right to settle on her tongue. A handsome face, liquid lines of good breeding and with a lush mouth given to the rare winsome smile complete the physical aesthetics of the Horsewoman. + |
| Brigida Fidante + | It's hard to tell where the blonde in Brigida's hair ends and the white begins. She keeps it short, a round, shapely cut that fluffs little around her head like the aureole of a silvery dandelion when she does not comb it back. Her eyes are a deep green, leafy, that sometimes shows a tiny gold fleck, like sunlight dappling through the forest. What was once a rubenesque youth and beauty is now a soft rounding of age, etched with minimal lines but cast in deep grooves that highlight the strength of her cheekbones. Her nose is slightly broad, slightly flattened. Her eyebrows are a darker blond arch over her vivid eyes. She might have once been taller, but now stands rounded and small and with immense gravitas, sometimes carrying a stick. + |
| Briseis Morgan + | All small things cast great shadows, and the sabre-like rigidity steeled into Briseis Morgan's posture demands the point. Petite, slight, and slender, at first glance she is disarmingly tiny, but a deeper truth betrays her in slips and glimpses: the burdened frame of her shoulders, the age alleying her young features, and the immovable set of her jaw. Dark, wavy hair crowns her head, bound in some elaborate plait, and her symmetrical face is dominated by dark, pool-like eyes -- as if the rest of her features had gathered there to drink. Her austere, immaculate appearance slouches into the entropy of her temperament -- for she is an irrepressible young woman, with fierce looks and flying hands, her hair tousled from too much touching, her sleeve hems loosened by constant adjusting. Fix, fix, fix. She is here to fix something, something big. + |
| Brogan Nightgold + | Brogan the Brawler is, for lack of a better word, big. Broad shoulders, massive biceps, big and bearlike from the bulk of his chest and back to the sturdy trunks of his legs, he looks like the kind of man who drinks from a keg and then smashes the keg over his head. His eyes are pale beneath bushy red brows, often lit by joy, drink, or a kind of affable, fighting rage. He wears his hair long, a flowing mane of deep, burnished auburn streaked with bronzey light. His features are a little fine and clean for the rest of his frame: a fine straight nose, softly bowed lips, only one chipped tooth. His beard is a luxuriant affair of silky auburn red, full and plush and sometimes braided when he feels especially dressy. + |
| Bron Aisling + | A tall Northerner who's genetics have been slightly watered down over time, he has a crop of sandy brown hair on his head which nicely complements his hazel eyes. Tanned skin suggests a life outdoors as do the rather tightly bunched muscles on his broad-shouldered frame. Chiseled cheek bones and a wide jaw give him an impressive smile which he uses often. + |
| Bruce Valardin + | Standing a head above most other men, big and thewy, this man's stout frame speaks of a hard, tumultuous life. His rounded skull has been shorn close, dusted by a cropping of light-brown hair. Thick, short, darker hairs crest the ridge of his brow; a pair of long jagged scars cut vertically through his left brow, pale with the passage of time, but still marring his flesh forever. Below, his eyes are olive green orbs, a dark green with tinges of yellow spiralling throughout. Rugged and squared, a defined jawline and flat, dimpled chin mark the boundaries of his craggy visage. His nose is a bit small for his face, straight bridged and upturned, set above pale, fleshy lips. His skin, though naturally light and fair, has for the most part been tanned evenly by the sun during his many days in the field. He sports the sort of frame you'd expect from a farmhand, thick limbs and hard muscle hewn by years of extensive training and conditioning. A bullish neck, bluish veins visible, expands into the broad of his shoulders and the sheer width of his chest and solid torso. Powerful arms lead into a pair of meaty and calloused hands which are littered by countless pale scars and dents. Dense thighs and athletic calves taper down into his feet, supporting the man's sheer bulk. + |
| Bryndis Nightgold + | Regal, everything styled and carefully cultivated to perfection or wild and experimental. Long pale hair is well taken care of, and the style it is worn in changes from day to day, sometimes from one part of the day to another as the whim takes her. While her features are classically attractive they are often schooled into a thoughtful expression, full mouth not prone to easy smiles, and instead inclined more towards a thoughtful frown. Pale blue eyes are inquisitive, always seeming to pay attention to what is going on around her, and a true window to her moods, something that she's never seem to be able to control. + |
| Brynja Blackwood + | Brynja is a tall, solidly built woman who walks with predatory grace. The shape of her face is triangular, angular cheekbones tapering down to a small pointed chin. A pair of cool, tilted blue eyes study her surroundings intensely underneath her dark arched brows. Her golden blonde hair is held back in tight braids running over her scalp, with her tresses falling down to the small of her back. Though clearly feminine, their are only slight curves amongst the sinew and muscles comprising her body, giving her an androgynous appearance underneath the layers of her armor. Numerous small scars mar the rust red tribal tattoos which dance down her arms and legs, but her young visage has remained unscathed from the brutality of battle and untouched by the ravages of time. + |
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| Cabrera Godsworn + | Both long and lithe, Cabrera is a man of wiry, ropy muscle, a live wire of energy that finds stillness only rarely. It's hard to say what his features would look like in stillness, except maybe when he's asleep; in sleep, boyish innocence softens the lean angles and hard edges of his face, lashes thick and dark against the deep sepia tone of his skin. Awake, he is lively and animated, his black eyes bright beneath the high sweep of thick, dark eyebrows, beneath the cropped curls that crown his head. His smile is wide, his lips full, his teeth brilliant against the dark backdrop of his skin. His muscles are those of a runner, a leaper, a swimmer, a dancer, a man who fights by wit and speed as much as strength. He has long fingers and even when otherwise still, his hands are moving. + |
| Cade none + | A young man having strong masculine features, with above average height and a muscular build. Cade's appearance is somewhat of a direct contrast to his personality, except for his blue eyes, which is often described to be as cold as he is. He has long raven black hair that reaches his shoulders and is usually tied by a leather thong. + |
| Cadenza Fidante + | Clad in nothing but her streaming hair, Cadenza's lean, muscular body would be a story blended of scars and sensuality, but few are so fortunate as to know that. Her sartorial tastes are deeply practical, muting the fullness of her not insignificant curves and permitting her as much freedom to move as possible. Her hair is black as midnight, and though, loose, it falls in a cascading cloud to her shoulder-blades, it is usually braided and bound. Her features are fine, delicate, with high, thinly dark eyebrows, and high, narrowly angled cheekbones. Her eyes are a brilliant, intense blue, large and framed by a dense thickness of eyelashes. Her skin is dusky gold, her lips dusky rose and full and soft beneath her fine straight nose. + |
| Cadenza Velenosa + | Clad in nothing but her streaming hair, Cadenza's lean, muscular body would be a story blended of scars and sensuality, but few are so fortunate as to know that. Her sartorial tastes are deeply practical, muting the fullness of her not insignificant curves and permitting her as much freedom to move as possible. Her hair is black as midnight, and though, loose, it falls in a cascading cloud to her shoulder-blades, it is usually braided and bound. Her features are fine, delicate, with high, thinly dark eyebrows, and high, narrowly angled cheekbones. Her eyes are a brilliant, intense blue, large and framed by a dense thickness of eyelashes. Her skin is dusky gold, her lips dusky rose and full and soft beneath her fine straight nose. + |
| Cadern Blackwood + | Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk. + |
| Cadern Ravenseye + | Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk. {w({nA particularly flowery hat today.{w){n + |
| Caelis Malvici + | Standing at five feet and six inches tall, there are certainly shorter women than Caelis. With raven black hair that drinks in the light and dark blue eyes, she's a lovely sight. Unlike her cousins her skin is a tanned honey hue from her time under the sun at sea. Lithe muscle give her the ability to move with poise sword in hand or in a ballroom. She has classic features, arched brows, full lips, heavy lashes and a nose that sports a small bump from a break at some point in her training. She wears a chemise with a toughened leather corset stamped in red birds. While she might where skirts or dresses at home, at sea or working, she prefers sturdy trousers that hug her legs and soft soled boots covering her knees. + |
| Caelis Valardin + | Standing at five feet and six inches tall, there are certainly shorter women than Caelis. With raven black hair that drinks in the light and dark blue eyes, she's a lovely sight. Unlike her cousins her skin is a tanned honey hue from her time under the sun at sea. Lithe muscle give her the ability to move with poise sword in hand or in a ballroom. She has classic features, arched brows, full lips, heavy lashes and a nose that sports a small bump from a break at some point in her training. She wears a chemise with a toughened leather corset stamped in red birds. While she might where skirts or dresses at home, at sea or working, she prefers sturdy trousers that hug her legs and soft soled boots covering her knees. + |
| Caera Tortorici + | A mocha dark complection is framed by loose curls of dark brown hair with streaks of black fall down to her shoulders, curling up at the very end. An oval face with soft yet angled lines has a chin that curves forward just so. While her dark brown eyes are alert, they are darkened as if by make up or not having slept well. She smiles with a coy smirk that dances on the end of her lip on the left side. Standing 4'8", her athletic form and modest curves are unaccented by her clothing, usually left loose. When she moves, it is with a smooth deliberate action that seems preplanned. She wears a long canvas and cotton coat that hangs to her knees at the back, cut to her waist in the front. A green vest is buttoned over a loose cotton blouse with sleaves that have a touch of lace, albeit, a bit worn and bare. Her dress is more pantaloons that are loose on the legs but give her mobility, yet blend fairly well in noble company. The shoes are of less well made leather, but stained and oiled a dark brown to look better than they are. + |
| Caerdroc Woodbine + | Young-looking for his age except for the shades of lines around his eyes, Caerdroc's features have an androgyne cast: a softness to the lines of his jaw, a fullness to his lips, that make it take a second glance to be assured of his masculinity, particularly because he wears his long hair, most often, in braids. Yet the corded strength of his frame, his rangy height and the sturdy strength of his arms suggest startling feats of strength. His eyes are deep, a murky green-hazel that suggest the shadows of the forest he loves, offsetting the dark warmth of his smooth skin. + |
| Cahal Blackram + | Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face. {w({nLately his hair has grown long enough to be swept back into a stubby ponytail and he boasts a full, but close-trimmed, beard.{w){n + |
| Cahal Lyonesse + | Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face. + |
| Cai Falken + | Tall and lean, Cai posses the marks of a man who has spent a lifetime outdoors. From the weathered skin, to the scars on his face to the grey-silver mane of hair that's usually kept tied back and the beard that tends to be more trimmed and short than unruly and wild. Eyes are the color of amber jewels, almost yellow in some lights to dark gold in others. His usual bearing is one that suggests a bit like someone who constantly looks like he's annoyed, even if he's the exact opposite. His steps carry the air of a man confident in his own abilities, but doesn't shout them outloud for all to see. + |
| Cailean Grimes + | Cailean is just a bit over six feet tall. His skin is a clear, smooth brown. His hair is jet black and long, just below shoulder length and thick. His eyes shine a golden brown. He has a carefully groomed goatee that complements his pointed features. + |
| Cain Crown + | There's a roguish charm found in Cain's enigmatic amber eyes that perfectly matches the beguiling smiles that he often graces others with. His hair is dark brown, with a touch of wildness as it flows down to his shoulders. A masculine straight nose ends above a stubble of a mustache, with his pointed chin also peppered with facial hair. Gifted with an athletic build, he doesn't seem overly strong, but remains fairly toned. When he moves, it's with a casual deftness, and the confidence one would he expect of a man that acts like he knows all that will happen next. + |
| Caith Thrax + | Caith has a wind-whipped style, an elegance, and a softness to her motion, the poise of someone who is always on the edge of dancing. She wears her fine champagne-blonde hair loose in stylistically tousled waves to her shoulders, and tends to have at least one article of clothing that she can whirl about, be it skirts or a filmy scarf. Her nails are perfectly manicured, frequently carefully painted, maybe to distract attention from the signs of calluses about her fingertips. Her eyes are large and deep green, with a bright luster, and she can pull off just a killer wink. Her hand with makeup is subtle and elegant but for her habit of reaching for lip color just one shade too dark for her fair skin and soft gold hair. She is slight and slim, with fine bone structure and high, aristocratic cheekbones in her slightly narrow, angular face. + |
| Caius Valardin + | He is a tall man, lean with broad shoulders and a rangy build, a body made of heavy bone and ropy tendon rather than an abundance of flesh. His hair is thick and dark and at some time his nose has been broken. Deeply set hazel eyes are shadowed by brows that are often drawn together thoughtfully over his broken beak of a nose. His features are marked with a myriad collection of small scars, most easily glimpsed on the battered knuckles of both hands, creases here and there of flat scars that ache in damp weather, especially dense across his shoulders and right side. His scars and a sprinkling of grey in his close-cropped hair and beard mark a more weathered passing of years. + |
| Calandra Culler + | Her presence is an invigorating one: all richly colored skin and hair, smooth feline grace, and a voice that dives from songbird trills of laughter to depths of shadow and smoke. Her eyes are a deep, soft black -- warm, like obsidian left to soak up the sun on a summer afternoon. Her face is sculpted of long, graceful lines and sharp angles; a strength in her features that is framed by loose, inky curls. Her hands are remarkable, fine-boned and long fingered. She gestures with such easy elegance one can only assume she spent ages at practice, to appear so effortless. + |
| Calarian Grayson + | Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive. + |
| Calarian Wyrmguard + | Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive. + |
| Calathane Drumenach + | Broad shoulders and a ruggedly-muscled body, the life of a hunter, warrior noble works exceedingly well to have added to the rich protein diet of the Northmen. Blue eyes with a speckle of green hint at more than the stoic face that smiles so easily, within there is a intellect that gleams from the shadows of a deep, guarded glen. A brad nose and lips hidden by a naturally shaped, trimmed down beard moving down to a longer bead that hangs from the chin. It is the same light brown as his hair that flows in twirling braided conformity, even when beads aren't present to keep it wound up tight. + |
| Calaudrin Estardes + | There is a reedy quality to Calaudrin's height. He is swarthy, lean and a little unfinished-looking. He tends towards five o'clock shadow by two'clock in the afternoon and there's a thready gleam of silver that tousles readily in his short dark wavy hair. Weathered and brown with heavy, skeptical eyebrows, his eyes are clear and sharp and black, gleaming with a keen and unshakable intelligence. His lips are thin, his nose a hawkish hook. The bones of his face are sharp, softened sometimes by the darkness of a beard he only sometimes remembers to shave off. + |
| Calevaro Stars + | This man's most recognizable feature is his hair: It is of a fiery red collor, falling down all the way to the midle of his back, appearing to be soft and silky. His body is toned, autough not overly muscular, the result of years of training and hard work. His features can be considered attractive to some people: Soft, intensse green eyes peer at the world, along with an angular, almost cimetrical, face. He moves confidently when in a crowd and, while in converssation, his eyes always look at the person to won he speaks. + |
| Caliban Assacu + | Caliban is not without muscle, but the overall impression of him is slender, somewhat ill fitted to the confidence he carries himself with, as if he were unaware of the existence of larger, stronger, more dangerous people. His facial features are also a bit of a contradiction. They can best be described as 'soft angles', their appearance almost delicate, yet his skin is rough and slightly weathered, with a smattering of dark stubble along the jaw and chin that he doesn't seem particularly interested in bothering about. His eyes are a sort of muddy hazel, mostly brown shot through with edges of green that are only truly noticeable in warm lighting. Two slightly raised scars, one per cheek, trace from cheekbone to ear, so thin and straight that it's a bit of a mystery whether or not they were inflicted intentionally or as some twist of chance in the heat of combat. A determined individual might settle on "about thirty" when trying to guess at his age, but he has one of those faces that seem merely caught at "not old". + |
| Calista Fidante + | Effortlessly, Calista exudes an aura of sultry trouble, a wicked glimmer in her dark eyes, an unconscious swagger in her step. Always dressed and groomed impeccably, there is always a sense of chaos around the young noblewoman. Beautiful, beyond a doubt, her dark hair falls in a tumble of thick lush waves about her slender face, accenting the Tehom-may-care grin ever present on her lush lips. The curves of her figure remain one of the great wonders of Arx, which she flaunts or covers based on her own whims. Her laugh is quick and musical, but never cruel, and the sparkle in her eye may hold infinite mischief, but never true wickedness. + |
| Calithex Thex + | One could not call Calithex handsome. He is striking, utterly: tall and sleek and carved. Chiseled, each angle and line of bone beneath skin is graceful and bold -- but though he does not look the least bit feminine, the only word for him is beautiful. His mismatched eyes are full of death and darkness, and incomprehensible amusement, respectively. One is a vivid icy blue, the other a deep, dark green. His hair is silver, often kept neat and on the shorter side, slicked back to show sharp-tipped ears. Sometimes, it is painted in colors. Sometimes, he ignores it for centuries. For all this, the life in his face lives mostly in his wide, thin-lipped mouth. The angle of each curve of that mouth could be used to calculate the lifespan of entire cultures. + |
| Calla Vaevici + | A saffron waterfall of sun-glazed locks spill in luminous, fiery hues past Calla Vaevici's shoulders, the palette of crimson hues extremely rare among the scions of House Vaevici and the Countess' pride and joy. Expressive amber eyes reprise some of the colors from her hair but glint with mischief of a woman who always has something to say, even if she might not share. Calla's fair skin is unmarked by the sun, the rose in her cheeks reflecting the pattern of her summer palette. Her pale, pink mouth rests in a natural pout, but rouses easily to the full spectrum of smiles. Willowy in build, she lacks any sign of a laborious life other than the minimal amount of muscle tone that comes with daily morning exercise, the contours of her figure the very character of elegance. + |
| Calliope Grimhall + | Calliope is of average height, and small build. Long brown hair, with auburn hues, surrounds her delicate features. Eyes of dark green peer out of her pale face, most often hidden by strands of hair falling in front of her visage. She's dressed in current fashions, but never seems to be a trend setter, simply current. + |
| Calyana Vinekeep + | A statuesque beauty who seems to be in a perpetually sorrowful state. She has silky blonde hair which exposes delicately pointed ears when drawn back. She has transfixing green eyes that remind one of a forest in summertime. Her features would be perfect if they weren't so often downcast with only the rarest sign of humour. + |
| Calypso Malvici + | One could be forgiven for seeing an angel in Calypso's graceful curves and fine-boned aristocratic features, but the intensity in her round rime-blue eyes is a reminder that angels are also terrible. Her full lips and oval face cannot mask the intelligence and calculation in her gaze. Her smiles range from generous to cruel, but quiet confidence animates every expression. She often keeps her blue-black hair away from her face and out of her way. Her toned form, with its rounded silhouette, is capable of filling out the fashions of the Lyceum or bearing the weight of battle armor, as the situation demands. Her melodic mezzo-soprano voice is usually brisk and businesslike. Above all else, she embodies professionalism, for she is an officer and a lady - in that order. + |
