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| Decius Meridius + | Decius stands 6' tall and has a rather impressive physique, beyond lean yet not too much into the bulk one would see if a heavy weapon was their preference. His skin is the color of rich coffee. He does have a neatly trimed beard which adds to his rakish charm. His heard is not rush short, but it is on the short side and neatly kept as well. There are tiny forge burns about his arms, as one would expect in his given profession. His hands have thick calusses from working with tools day and day out. + |
| Declan Tyde + | There is a masculine beauty to Declan's face, but a remote, forbidding one; his features are a cast of good looks chiseled from marble, and a tall frame cut with compact muscle -- the promise of strength, a weapon held in abeyance. His hair is jet, waving across a forehead faintly lined from the stern frown in frequent residence. Eyes ice-pale in the looming shadows of his thick, dark brows render his gaze as cold and remote as a mountain glacier. + |
| Deimos + | The absence of a left eye only calls attention to the intensity of this aging man's gaze, a leather patch sealing away the offending wound like a tomb. In the murky depths of his sharp stare lies a cunning mind at work. His tall stature and steel poise are marked by a limping gait, often aided by a cane that grants the sea dog an air of refinement. Far from frail, broad shoulders and strong arms defy time's attempts to catch up with him, though gray has begun to streak through thick hair once as proud and dark as a pirate's black banner. + |
| Delfina Darkwater + | Lanky and graceful in the way of someone who knows what her body is capable of, Delfina projects a warm confidence in everything she undertakes. Dark, brown hair tumbles just past her strong shoulders in waves, occasional flashes of silver hiding in the darker spill. Curiosity and wit sparkle in her blue-gray eyes, and determination is evident in the set of her squared, angled jawline. Quick, expressive hands and agile limbs imply years spent in physical pursuits and being used to travel. + |
| Delia Whisper + | Few Courtiers can be described as 'cute' or 'adorable'. Delia not only embodies these qualities, but makes them her own unique whisper brand. Fiery red hair falls in delightful curls, normally kept up with a few ringlets framing her round cheeks. A little button nose and a dash of freckles across her face enhance her charming vigor. Deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief and delight, and her lush lips always seem to smile and laugh with a vitality all their own. Her figure is pleasantly curvaceous, and her tiny frame suits it well. Her emotions always seem to be of the effervescent variety, and she takes great care to always seem positive. + |
| Delilah Shepherd + | Delilah is a beautiful woman to behold and her appearance seems to be an adventure in itself. Her hair is the color of golden toffee and flows over her shoulders in gentle curls, pooling against her back. Thick bangs rest over chiseled eyebrows, and her bright cobalt eyes are fringed with long lashes. Her soft cupid's bow lips are usually pulled into a neutral line, but occasionally the corners upturn into a faint grin or smirk, and more rarely into a warm smile. Her fair complexion glows with the vigor of youth, kissed lightly by the sun and wind. She is tall and svelte, possessing notably long legs and graceful curves, though her attire tends to favor practicality over accentuating her attractive features. + |
| Delilah Whitehawk + | Delilah is a beautiful woman to behold and her appearance seems to be an adventure in itself. Her hair is the color of golden toffee and flows over her shoulders in gentle curls, pooling against her back. Thick bangs rest over chiseled eyebrows, and her bright cobalt eyes are fringed with long lashes. Her soft cupid's bow lips are usually pulled into a neutral line, but occasionally the corners upturn into a faint grin or smirk, and more rarely into a warm smile. Her fair complexion glows with the vigor of youth, kissed lightly by the sun and wind. She is tall and svelte, possessing notably long legs and graceful curves, though her attire tends to favor practicality over accentuating her attractive features. + |
| Demura Lyonesse + | Just above average height, Demura is a woman of strength. Strength of build, strength of character, even her expression is one of iron will and determination. A true warrior woman, she has a compact build that allows her subtle curves to enhance the grace of her toned musculature. She has a wealth of shoulder length, glossy brown hair with golden streaks franted by the sun, giving those locks a bronzed look. Her skin has a tawny appearance, sun-kissed and tanned, marred here and there by the slightly paler lines of scars earned in battle. That she has only a few speaks to her prowess. With high cheekbones and a straight, patrician nose, her full mouth gives her a classic beauty tempered by a strong jaw and serious expression. + |
| Denica Thrax + | A tousle of rich, ink-dark hair swirls to her waist in satin waves, swept away from the column of her throat to curl over her shoulder. Set beneath high, arched brows, her almond eyes smolder with the hue and depth of a raw sapphire, fringed in black velvet lashes. The pallor of her fair skin seems lit from within, aglow in the blossom of her cheeks. Her lips pronounce a fine bow, the pink of a shell. Smooth angles refine the contour of her face, from the sculpt of cheekbone, to nose, to jawline, soft with youth. Dainty in stature, her slim hourglass figure blooms at the curve of hip and bust, imbued throughout with a flowing grace. + |
| Deoiridh Unknown + | This slender woman strikes a carefree or perhaps negligent figure to most onlookers, possessed of youthful years and middling height, pale-skinned with keen eyes of grey; her hair of vibrant crimson often abandoned to unkempt disarray. Hers is an aquiline visage, unadorned save the esoteric and gruesome display of criss-crossing scars and convolutions of runes; a plethora of tribal inscriptions which reticulate across her face and figure in equal measure, depicting Shav'arvani symbolism. The most prominent of the design is a two-headed viper coiling around her neck, black burn scars serving as its outline whilst white hues of ink portray a seeming mirror-like hide. It appears to be devouring its own tail, whilst its remaining head slithers its way below, disappearing from sight into the concealed parts of her wiry frame. + |
| Derovai Voss + | Of a middling height at five foot ten, Derovai is confidently comfortable in every inch of himself. Dark, disheveled hair, a shadow of stubble across his strong jaw, and striking blue eyes lend to the Oathlander a mien of a mysterious nature. + |
| Desiree Wyrmguard + | Sun kissed wisps of morning mist coalesce into the white gold locks of Desiree's tresses, always coifed into artistic perfection. A sweet face, full of laughs and looks bring life to the Valardin beauty. Deep sapphire eyes, like the azure waters of the sea hold promise of delights and intrigue, whether the young woman laughs or scowls, equal in their ferocity. All feminine curves and lines, some whisper that the gods sent Desiree to remind the Valardin people why they hold chivalry in such esteem. Her laugh can outshine a city, and charm with barely a chuckle. + |
| Desma Magnotta + | A captivating blend of quiet command, confidence and a certain invincible, unconquerable air embraces the essence of this young woman. Standing at a height of around five foot eight, everything about her commands attention; from the set of her brow and shoulders, to the mass of dark hair that falls to the small of her back. Her smile, when shown, is vibrant and alive, and her complexion bears testament to her southern heritage; rich and warm with a smattering of freckles. Military training has blessed her with a frame that's slender yet strong, and she carries herself with sinuous grace. + |
| Destin Saltshore + | Somewhat on the short side, Destin is a broad, stocky man with a powerful build. He manages to loom in spite of his lack of height, a combination of his broad-shoulders and the gravitas of a man approaching his middle years. The Islander keeps his black hair cut short, and his beard shaven clean most of the time, though he can often be seen with stubble on his chin later in the day. Striking gray eyes are typically alert, watching his surroundings. + |
| Deva Redrain + | Wild, untamed, beautiful -- whether discussing the woman's fiery red hair or her temperament, Deva cannot be easily mistaken or forgotten. Fierce green eyes flare with mischief and challenge in equal parts, expressive and captivating. Her slender body is honed for speed and strength, with the long and toned limbs of a dancer. She moves with more predatory grace than a proper woman might, and she often stands in an indolent posture, not bothering to hide her natural disdain of convention. Her thick, vividly crimson hair is usually loose or in practical styles; she seems to have little patience for enduring endless hours of styling to achieve the perfect coiffure. Years spent away from court have sharpened an already rough edge, made evident in the volatile intensity of her gaze, the striking angularity of her face, and the unique collection of scars not always hidden from plain view. Around her left wrist is a vibrant tattoo of flickering flames: red and orange spikes and peaks, in a seamless wall of painted fire under her skin. + |
| Deva Velenosa + | Wild, untamed, beautiful -- whether discussing the woman's fiery red hair or her temperament, Deva cannot be easily mistaken or forgotten. Fierce green eyes flare with mischief and challenge in equal parts, expressive and captivating. Her slender body is honed for speed and strength, with the long and toned limbs of a dancer. She moves with more predatory grace than a proper woman might, and she often stands in an indolent posture, not bothering to hide her natural disdain of convention. Her thick, vividly crimson hair is usually loose or in practical styles; she seems to have little patience for enduring endless hours of styling to achieve the perfect coiffure. Years spent away from court have sharpened an already rough edge, made evident in the volatile intensity of her gaze, the striking angularity of her face, and the unique collection of scars not always hidden from plain view. Around her left wrist is a vibrant tattoo of flickering flames: red and orange spikes and peaks, in a seamless wall of painted fire under her skin. + |
| Dianara Whisper + | Since joining the Whispers in her youth, Dianara has always been a pretty wren amongst a flock of swans. While her face and figure are undeniably pleasing, she is no breathtaking beauty, but, as she's grown older, her bearing and manner have acquired a certain dignity that seems to make her appear more attractive than her physical features suggest. Warmth and gentle humor radiate from her blue eyes and wry smile. + |
| Dianna Mazetti + | Like most women of the Lyceum, Dianna possesses a sultry air about her. Her hair, which is always perfectly coiffed, is of a dark brown. Sharply defined brows arch expressively over her eyes, which are an exotic amber color. Life spent beneath the rich sun of the Lyceum has left her skin a warm bronze hue, while her years of training as a glaivedancer have awarded her with a sinuous frame, more apt to bend with the wind than stand taut against a storm. She is, of course, beautiful. But then, no one would deny that now, would they? + |
| Diego Leary + | Diego takes good care of his looks: painstakingly groomed dark hair, with a long forelock that he must sometimes toss out of his eyes, with a polished-looking black goatee and mustache; neat, carefully ordered fingernails on his large, strong hands; good posture and a controlled grace about the way he moves. His eyes are warm and dark, a soft, liquid brown beneath long eyelashes. His eyebrows are neat and black. His shoulders are broad, his waist narrow, his legs long, and his manner of dress excruciatingly sartorially effective. + |
| Dierdre Fallow + | An imposing women with pale golden tan skin the color of sun-paled wheat. With piercing hazel eyes framed by thick black lashes she stares out at the world. As mercurial as her personality those eyes can shift from gold to green, depending on her mood. High cheek bones and pointed chin can give her face a very menacing cast. But it also gives her face a stark beauty, especially framed with the page-boy cut of her dark black hair. Tall for a woman she is also obviously strong and well muscled from years being a soldier. + |
| Dimitri Velenosa + | Inky black hair hangs in loose waves to about his chin, his sideburns stretching down along the pale skin of his face and then covering his jawline with a long, lush beard that is kept neatly combed and oiled. Dark brown eyes are bright and expressive, watchful and alert. While tall in nature, coming in at about six foot one, his stature is far from intimidating, for he's far more wiry then muscled and it's his hands that are his most distinguishing feature, with long and nimble fingers that would make some think 'artist' when they see them. + |
| Dino Corsetina + | Dino carries with him the same traits as most of the Corsetina: his long hair is dark, his eyes are of some poisonous shade of green and the tan on his sunburnt skin shows an allegiance to the southern waters of Arvum. Where he is different than most of them is how friendly the young man is, lacking the sharpness of the rest of his family and replacing it with winsome charisma that can be infectious at time. As one of the youngest members of his family Dino seems to embody what passes for innocence in the Corsetina. + |
| Dio Seraceni + | He is slightly over average height, with a physique composed of lean muscle. His hair is a lustrous black, and his eyes a dark but vibrant shade of brown. A scar marks the lower right side of his cheek and jaw, creating a memorable fishhook pattern causing a subtle break in his beard. Like the sea, his expressions are sometimes fierce and full of wrath, and other times serene. Something in his eyes always seems to suggest a depth and vastness like that of the waters over which he's prone to sail. + |
| Dion Navegant + | Tall, rugged and handsome with a confident bearing, he's the quintessential silver fox. A born troublemaker and heartbreaker aged to perfection with the rough edges of youth polished smooth by the slow abrasion of time and experience. His short tousled hair, once dark, is now more silver than not and his skin well tanned and weathered from a life spent outdoors. Despite his age, he retains a carefree and jovial air, with his whiskey brown eyes often dancing with mischief and his easy smiles flashed with little reserve. + |
| Dismas Scratch + | Tall and wiry, Dismas walks with his head held high, a square set to his lean shoulders. His long, angular face tells a story, one of a fighter who's had to work for every scrap he's ever earned: full lips naturally turn down at the corners; his prominent nose bears a scar where it was clearly broken; his chin juts out often in habitual defiance of his lot in life. He maintains a clean cut to his dark brown hair, often pushed back and away from his face, his direct green-eyed gaze unhidden. + |
| Dmitry Grimhall + | An older, weathered warrior, Duke Dmitry Grimhall still has the powerful build that made him fearsome on the field. With a hardlined face seemingly set in a perpetual slight frown, the man's rough hewn face has a grim austerity to it that all but dares someone to attempt to flatter it. + |
| Doll + | This is a striking, hard-bodied specimen of a young woman in her late teens. Crowned in long, straight falls of black hair so dark and colorless it could only resemble a moonless night, she gazes out from amidst with eyes of a cold silver-grey. Smooth with youth and pale of flesh, her face might seem delicately feminine but for the marks of bladework in the forms of two long, deep scars on the left side of her face - one vertical, just outside her eye socket, and another intersecting it in a line almost perfectly across the ridge of her cheekbone. Her small upturned nose has a bump that makes it seem once-broken, but somehow the healthy pink bow of lips has gone unmarred, together with the narrow tip of her chin and her slender jawline doing some part to distract from past wounds. Despite youth, the lavish curves of her chest and her very defined figure alike show that her womanhood's in full bloom, her body supple with muscle from her able shoulders and solid arms to her sleek, taut waist, firm round rear, and the long, tightly-muscled legs that carry her. + |
| Doll Crown + | This is a striking, hard-bodied specimen of a young woman in her late teens. Crowned in long, straight falls of black hair so dark and colorless it could only resemble a moonless night, she gazes out from amidst with eyes of a cold silver-grey. Smooth with youth and pale of flesh, her face might seem delicately feminine but for the marks of bladework in the forms of two long, deep scars on the left side of her face - one vertical, just outside her eye socket, and another intersecting it in a line almost perfectly across the ridge of her cheekbone. Her small upturned nose has a bump that makes it seem once-broken, but somehow the healthy pink bow of lips has gone unmarred, together with the narrow tip of her chin and her slender jawline doing some part to distract from past wounds. Despite youth, the lavish curves of her chest and her very defined figure alike show that her womanhood's in full bloom, her body supple with muscle from her able shoulders and solid arms to her sleek, taut waist, firm round rear, and the long, tightly-muscled legs that carry her. + |
| Dominic Thrax + | Glorious streaks of gold mop frayed from his bulbous nose as a thick mustache laid atop a great mass of blond beard knotted archaic to a braid that hung upon his maned chest. His hair flowed from scalp like streaks of bright lightning against his broad shoulders and flashed like piercing flame when lit by day. So tremblingly green were his eyes that their color seemed to whisk, gaseous, like smoke-filled bombs of berserker rage. + |
| Dominique Wyrmguard + | More strong than beautiful, Dominique's appeal comes from an overwhelming sense of purpose about her. Her ebon black hair often is kept back in a severe braid, enhancing the sharp lines of her jaw and cheekbones. Intense blue eyes, the color of the summer sky, miss little and can inspire faith or terror, depending on the emotion behind them. Of an average height, she often fills more space with her sheer presence than her smaller frame allows. In public, she always seems stoic and calm, her movements graceful and sure, but in private during unguarded moments, one can see her severity fade into a good humored young woman or catch a hint of the weariness she hides so well. + |
| Domonico Magnotta + | The man stands just a hair's breadth under six feet and his weathered, tan skin is a telltale to the man's history. Like many of the Malvici family, Domonico has aristocratic features that point to a man of fine breeding. His blue eyes are dark wells that compliment the darker shades of his hair and the structure of his face. His body looks like he, as most of the family, has spent a lot of time in combat training and in hard work. There is little excess left over for the man who looks like he could sweep the room with a blade or a lass off her feet. + |
| Domonico Malvici + | The man stands just a hair's breadth under six feet and his weathered, tan skin is a telltale to the man's history. Like many of the Malvici family, Domonico has aristocratic features that point to a man of fine breeding. His blue eyes are dark wells that compliment the darker shades of his hair and the structure of his face. His body looks like he, as most of the family, has spent a lot of time in combat training and in hard work. There is little excess left over for the man who looks like he could sweep the room with a blade or a lass off her feet. + |
| Donaldo Velenosa + | Tall, dark and handsome, he presents the temptation trifecta. His shape is lean with muscles built in the wild, not unlike a big cat in his build and graceful nature. His eyes, a shade near honey in nature, only add to his feline appearance the way they move to observe everything but seem to care about nothing. His dark hair is kept short, his beard the same, so that he doesn't have to style them since he apparently cannot be bothered. His voice bucks the trend, his volume usually soft though his tone is a powerful low rumble that seems to carry throughout a room despite normally escaping in a hush. + |
| Donato Inverno + | Naturally golden skin has been darkened from years of exposure to the sun and sea, a few lines are evident at the corners of his eyes from squinting for years against the glare of the sun off the water. Brown hair is dark, and forgotten about unless reminded to care about his general state of appearance. He has perfected the artfully casual look of someone that can be anywhere, do anything, and be around almost anyone without having to alter the unkempt nature of his hair and posture. + |
| Donella Redrain + | A striking woman with ivory skin and hair dark as a raven's wing. She carries herself with a quiet strength. Her eyes are a deep beryl blue that gives little away, except the suggestion of a nimble intelligence; thoughts swimming behind her gaze like shadowy leviathans turning in the depths of the ocean. + |
| Donella Thrax + | A striking woman with long tresses that are as dark as a raven's wing. She carries herself with a quiet strength that pervades every fiber of her being, confident and light-footed, but also discreet. She eschews the flashy frivolity of many Arvani noblewomen with a personal style both modest and tailored to display not only wealth, but taste in how her winsome frame is displayed or concealed. Her eyes are a deep beryl blue that gives little away, except the suggestion of a nimble intelligence; thoughts swimming behind her gaze like shadowy leviathans turning in the depths of the ocean. + |
| Donovan Grayson + | The features of this man, when set apart and studied, are handsome by nature; a strong set jaw as a foundation for an otherwise masculine, narrow structure. His brows are fine above his not-too-sharp nose, and grey-blue eyes beneath that hold calculating vision. He has a full mouth that might well smile dashingly if, at all, Donovan Grayson ever smiled. All of these features together though are held in a stern, unyielding regard that offsets any sort of appeal; like the way his lips pull to a tight line more often not and his brows furrow so often they might well have permanent marks between them. The depth of his olive complexion might herald from a mix of southern blood amidst his common Grayson features, and his voice has a natural baritone depth that issues authority. Donovan's build is that of a lean runner; a man kept fit by choice rather through labour or vocation. He is a man that could disappear in a crowd as easily as his tone and manner could leave him standing out in one. + |
| Donrai Thrax + | In his youth, portraits were painted of Donrai Thrax frequently, as is expected for the handsome young scion of one of the five great houses. They all showed a strikingly handsome man, of smooth skin and sharp features, but not in one case did any of those portraits succeed in making the attractive man look truly welcoming. His deep blue eyes always looked just a touch too cold, and the thin, cruel line of his lips never threatening to turn into a smile, every portrait presented austere dignity with just a hint of menace. And that's precisely how the vain, old man prefers to be remembered now. Prince Donrai Thrax has not been seen without a mask in public in years. Concealed head to toe, typically in plate mail and carried in a litter due to his advanced age, the prince refuses to permit anyone to see the extent of his aged infirmity. But those deep blue eyes are still as cold as always. + |
| Dora Malvici + | This may be one of the tallest women in Arvum. Standing at nearly seven feet tall she has to stoop to go through most doorways. Long of leg, obviously, and limb she has a litheness to her that is hard to hide. There is no hiding her figure either. She has broad shoulders and hips and is endowed to go with her height. Everything seems to be in nice proportion, with her having that slight thickness that tells of always having a full belly and then some. And maybe even a sweet tooth. Blond hair falls thick and wavy well past her shoulders. Yet the dark roots perhaps tell a secret. Beneath the primped falls of her hair are icey blue eyes. Upturned slightly they are thick with dark lashes that make her eyes pop. Round and full lips fill out an oval face. + |
| Dorian Champions + | Dorian wears his straight, sandy hair long. Too long by half, by the measure of any proper Valardin knight. Despite how much he fits the type - lanky and agile, with a very white smile and blond good looks - Dorian is no knight, and happily dresses and grooms himself to drive that point home. He often keeps a scruff of equally-sandy stubble on his strong chin, and his darker, thick brows just provide convenient shadows for his light hazel eyes to twinkle out of when he's displaying that side-cocked smirk. + |
| Drake Wyrmguard + | Lean and athletic, the young man standing here is a prime example of youthful exuberance. His waist is narrow and shoulders broad in that V shaped torso that comes from regular exercise, the slimness of youth and the define musculature to match. A curly mop of finger length brown hair sits on top of his head with natural cowlick and waves that keep it out of a boyishly cute face. Eyes the same shade as his hair are bright and light up even more when he gives an easy, straight toothed smile. + |
| Draven Bruvir + | This young man looks to be around his late teens or early twenties, with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. His hair is trimmed at the sides and back and a bit longer on top, where the wavy hair twists and spikes up in utter chaos. His face is slender and angular, not unlike his lean and small frame. His chin is narrow and almost tapered with a small but some would say charming smile. His ears are of typical proportions though his lobes are slightly large. Often he is dirty with soot and the smells of off chemicals echoing around him. {w({nThe foul scent of some sharp, bitter alchemical products waft viciously off of the young Alchemist. Streaks of some black powder are smeared along his cheeks, hands and arms.{w){n + |
| Drea Redrain + | Wild, untamed, elegant, stoic, awe-inspiring. Few combine all such things as well as Lady Drea Redrain. To some, their first impression is of a wild savage matron, with steel grey hair pulled back, adorned with twigs and leaves. Upon closer look, the adornments are carefully crafted to honor nature spirits, almost playful in appearance. Her severe blue eyes are sharp and wise, and her expressions range from fierce and deadly to motherly and kind. She has the tall, strong build of a seasoned warrior, barely touched by age, though rarely does she flatter her femininity, keeping to modest and practical styles. She moves with purpose and an aura of pure strength, leaving even her detractors with a sense of awe and respect. + |
| Drifa Seraceni + | Drifa's looks are very true to her prodigal roots. She keeps her brown hair wild and it spills to the middle of her back. She is broad-shouldered, toned, and by the look of her, physically-capable. Her blue eyes are often hidden with the dark war paint she keeps upon her face, which bares a tanned complexion. Something about her presence seems to exude an underlying fierceness. + |
| Driskell Stillwater + | A rugged man hewn of the weathered golden cliffs and constantly changing sand dunes of the Saffron Chains, he is equal for resilience and fine grain under the fissures and cracks. Nearly six feet of hardened, compact muscle on his lean frame, combined with efficient, spare movements, project more a soldier's bearing even when he is in court attain. Often quiet, his voice is smooth, low although the occasional dry wit can nearly be caustic in tone. Ramrod posture and a precise, ground-eating gait do not weaken the impression. He wears duty well as Thraxan men do, attaining dignity with the years. White and gray bleaches loose blonde hair and his groomed goatee, but responsibility rests in the deep furrows between his straight eyebrows. Few lines groove under his piercing golden eyes or adjacent his long, thin nose and rare moments of levity completely transform his angular features with an inner fervor. His goatee trims his broad mouth, lending a slightly roguish cast. A smattering of permanent scars and nicks litter his tanned skin, a testament of willing sacrifices for his employers. + |
| Drusila + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Drusila Masque + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Drusila Pravi + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Duarte Amadeo + | A handsome man with an unblemished caramel complexion and mysterious dark eyes, everything about Duarte Amedeo seems perfectly polished. His teeth are perfectly straight, his eyebrows perfectly neat, his fingernails perfectly clipped. Never the slightest bit of dirt or hint of imperfection seems to ever mar his skin or clothing. His dark hair is kept stylishly short and a faintly amused smile seems to ever-linger on his lips. + |
| Duarte Amedeo + | A handsome man with an unblemished caramel complexion and mysterious dark eyes, everything about Duarte Amedeo seems perfectly polished. His teeth are perfectly straight, his eyebrows perfectly neat, his fingernails perfectly clipped. Never the slightest bit of dirt or hint of imperfection seems to ever mar his skin or clothing. His dark hair is kept stylishly short and a faintly amused smile seems to ever-linger on his lips. + |
| Dulcinea Telmar + | Dulcinea is slender, small, and gracefully made. It's the grace that makes her seem more than she is -- not a little thing, freckled and skinny, but enchanting to the eye. She's pale but sun-kissed; that flirtation with the star of day has brought out a faint constellation of freckles across her nose. Her nose is a touch short, upturned and impish; her mouth is wide, expressive bow; her brow is clear and high. Dark, dramatic eyebrows arch over large, feline eyes of startling cerulean blue; her lashes are so thick, her eyes appear rimmed with kohl. Dark chestnut hair flies in wild waves and curls when unbound, and when bound seeks to escape such an outrage at every opportunity. Her chin... well, it's a bit pointy. If that's the worst that can be said for her? She's a fetching specimen of a lass. + |
| Duncan Hawkmour + | Hawkish. Duncan has the characteristic intense blue eyes and dark brown hair with golden highlights that marks the Hawkmour's. A man with an athletic build, broad shoulders and a trim waistline, he's fit and a commanding presence in any room when he chooses. His generally stern expression combined with those eyes is quite reminiscent of the Gyrfalcon that is his House's emblem. + |
| Dusa Iaso + | Soft, warm-toned sepia skin colors the dainty frame of this person. Most of the fat distribution seems focused on the lower body, affording some healthy curves, but leaving the upper with a flat chest and thin arms that end in delicate fingers. Wavy black hair frames the head, with almond-shaped hazel eyes painted upon the face with high-arched eyebrows above. Heavy eyelashes afford an almost constant aloof expression. + |
| Dustin Nidhogg + | A man shorter than his kin, with a compact and muscular frame that accentuates his profession as someone who carries heavy things and works with his arms all day. His skin is alabaster when clean but turns ash from working in the mines. Sunken light ashen gray eyes peer through bony facial features. His face free from the distraction of hair because his coal colored hair is kept shaved to the skin on the sides with a mound that ties into a small tail on the top of his head. Despite good hygiene, there is always dirt under his nails. + |
| Dycard Blackshore + | Lord Dycard Blackshore is a force of nature that just draws the eye when he walks in the room. The few scars he bears do nothing to take away from the chiseled jaw and noble features. Clearly this man spends more time in the sun than indoors because his sun-touch skin glimmers with vitality. His body is lean, muscled and has not a shred of fat. Ladies and men alike will find appeal in this one, as his wandering Cerulean eyes do not discriminate. There's a fine steel to his tone that's layered underneath the demeanor of a courtier as if his survival was hard won. + |
| Dylan Coldrain + | Tall, slender and muscular are terms coined for describing this man. He is clearly use to working and the build of the ma shows it. His face, though slightly weathered from the sun, is quite handsome. From the squareness of his jaw to his aquiline nose and well shaped lips. His eyes are a storm grey and his skin a tanned hue. His powerful build is complimented by a booming voice. + |
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| Eamon Darkwater + | A long, narrow and oval face, contoured pleasantly and topped with a crown of short-cropped, dark, curly hair dominate this man's features. Below his brow, eyes colored a few shades lighter brown than his skin stand sit prominently. The skin itself is darker than most, nearly a true black, the man or his heritage clearly coming from the Isles and somewhere with an incredible amount of sun, at that. A few thin scars mar the complexion, the peach color looking white in contrast, but none seem too damaging and his physical form moves with a confident stride. + |
| Echo Redrain + | Light-footed and with a slender frame, Echo doesn't stick out in a more traditional sense. Her snow white hair cascades to her shoulders and matches the overall coolness of her appearance. Pale skin with contrasting dark eyebrows and curled lashes make for an alluring beauty, accentuated by a body with generous curves and full lips that often pull into a wide smile. Echo often laments that her keen gray eyes and solemn features tend to make most others think twice about talking to her. Something about her intimidates despite her affable nature and generous personality. The cold gaze usually wouldn't last long as Echo is a very expressive woman: Wide hand gestures, telling eyes, constant shifts in her posture, and the occasional rosiness to her cheeks make her an easy read. There is a youthfulness to her entirety; big eyes, a round face, short stature, and a vibrant tone that can immediately shift to whatever suits the situation best. + |
| Ectorion Valardin + | Slender and muscular, this young man stands just over six feet in height. He has the look and bearing of a nobleman and a warrior, with sharp eyes of a deep blue shade that seem to constantly be observing the world around him. His hair is very fine, a pale blonde in color and straight, worn a bit longer in the front but more trimmed on the sides and back. His expression tends to be stern and focused, and he moves with a sense of purpose in all he does. + |
| Edain Valardin + | Handsome, square-jawed and broad shouldered, Edain fits all the dimensions of a knight that has stepped of the pages of a story book. It almost serves to make him disinteresting, if aesthetically pleasing to look at. He has taken to wearing a full, but neatly groomed beard and moustache to banish the youthful cast from his face, the strong lines of which he attempts to always hold in an expressionless mask. Despite this, it is rare that his hazel eyes do not betray him and his emotions. {w({nFor casual business in the city of Arx, Edain frequently wears plain but well-made silks without ostentation. He always wears the tabard of a Valardin knight, and could almost be mistaken for your average, ordinary, run-of-the-mill knight on any given day.{w){n + |
| Edda Greenwood + | Towering and thickly built, with muscle packed onto a broad frame, her heft is impressive and her bearing one of quiet despite her sheer size. She is built for the wilds and wears the part in her movements and manner. Her skin is tanned from a steady outdoor life, weathered at the hands and feet, and scarred in several places. Intense, clear eyes of a mossy brown are set in an angular face framed by a mane of thick brown hair, oft kept braided back; her brows are level above her gaze, overhead of a long, straight nose and a wide mouth on a long, square jaw and proud chin. + |
| Eddard Clement + | A stout young man, with squared off shoulders and a bit of height to him. He has a fair complexion and excessively red hair that glows violently in the sunlight. Hair that never really settles or combs very well, just quaint curls. Grey eyes fit his face well, even if the face is a bit wider and rounder than would be classically handsome. + |
| Edelma Pierce + | Neither tiny nor enormous, Edelma is a whipcord lean but muscular figure of medium height, hardily built but supple and sinuous, with powerful arms of gleaming muscle and a strong, sculpted back. Edelma's features are a blend of delicacy and strength. Her cheek bones are high and strong, the slanted planes of her cheeks angling inward towards the narrowing curve of her chin. Her mouth is wide and full, her nose broad between large, dark eyes. Her deep, dark eyes are framed by thick lashes, beneath the arch of high, dark eyebrows. Her head is shaved close, dark curls close-cropped to closely hug the shape of her skull. Her beauty shapes itself to the elegant structure of bone and dark, smooth mahogany skin. + |
| Edith Foxwood + | Other than large, muddy-hazel eyes and expressive eyebrows, there's not that much that stands out about Edith. She's got dark brown hair that falls well past her shoulders when not bound back, thick and a little wavy. Her skin's fair like so many others, with a splash of faint freckles. She's not particularly tall, and while her build is fairly athletic she's also slender. + |
| Edris Elwood + | Tall of stature and broad of shoulder, with an athletic build and a noble bearing, this man garners a double take by most people. Anyone who gets a look at bared skin or his face will see a man transformed. Though is face retains its balance and ruggedly handsome features prior to the change, his skin is a pallet of the verdant and dark greens of forest leaves, from evergreen to deciduous. His dark hair doesn’t hide the crown of leaves that sprout from underneath it, as do little tendrils of fern like leaves here and there across his skin. Raised small brown roots crisscross his body too, like scarring patterns might be. With a society newly awakened to obvious magic, his appearance often provokes strong reactions; shock, fear or suspicion, wonder. But whether the beholder assumes corruption, inhumanity, or even something good like a potential blessing of Petrichor, it’s likely to be an unsettling one at first. + |
| Edward Redreef + | Edward is a slim fellow with an athletic runner's build. He stands about 5'5" and has dark brown hair and blue colored eyes. Long days in the sun give him a tanned or olive toned complexion. He often favors clothing in light fabrics in green and blue tone colors, and a sturdy pair of boots when needed. + |
| Edward Stormbreak + | Edward is a slim fellow with an athletic runner's build. He stands about 5'5" and has dark brown hair and blue colored eyes. Long days in the sun give him a tanned or olive toned complexion. He often favors clothing in light fabrics in green and blue tone colors, and a sturdy pair of boots when needed. + |
| Edwyn Valardin + | %THe's of the usual male Valardin stock, which is to say Edwyn is tall, broad-shouldered, fit, fair of face, and hence easy on the eyes but fairly nondescript besides. There's little scarring to be found on his fair skin, but his stride and manner is lively when demanded - rarely does his gaze seem to truly light up with enthusiasm, however. He does care enough to keep the clean, angled lines of his face free of facial hair. + |
| Egil Frost + | Long, straight filaments of spun gold are tied in a tidy topknot atop the head of a towering brute. The tie is near to the back of the man's head, which is shaved, as are the sides. Beneath a broad forehead and blond brows, icy eyes are prone to staring with calculating alertness. Stubble shrouds his facial features, and the sides and back of his head, though it is thicker in a mustache beneath his nose, and where his sideburns stretch down to meet a tuft of hair on his chin. His lips are a pensive pink aperture, prone alike to displays of confidence or cruelty. He moves with confidence and brutal efficiency, his every move calculated and deliberate. + |
| Egon Maw + | Unusually blanched skin, akin to that of bleached bone or burnished alabaster, encapsulates the strapping figure of this youth. No worry lines, cicatrices, pockmarks, or any other such significant disfigurements mark his flesh, leaving him with a strikingly clear complexion. Tumbles of champagne-blonde hair surmount his head, ending in cirrus-like tendrils that, when left to grow out, can frame his visage and reach far to his shoulders. A pair of effulgent, spectral violet eyes, set beneath finely-threaded brows, hold the world in a nebulous gaze, like bottomless pools that reflect nothing but a vacuous darkness from within the spacey apertures of his pupils. Thin, pinkish lips lay shadowed by a narrow nose. His countenance possesses the qualities of a refined patrician whilst also being imbued with certain sylphlike aspects: hard angular contours suffused with more slender features. All these facets of his physiognomy juxtapose against the decidedly brawny physique the man possesses: thewy arms, robust shoulders, sturdy chest, and a well-knit frame constitute him. + |
| Eilonwy Blackwood + | Petite, Eilonwy stands at five feet tall. Her brown hair hangs in curls to the middle of her back and frame a thin, fine boned face. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. She wears simple clothes, chemises and layered skirts with her lined, long cut vest to keep of the chill of northern weather. + |
| Eilonwy Thunderoak + | Petite, Eilonwy stands at five feet tall. Her brown hair hangs in curls to the middle of her back and frame a thin, fine boned face. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. She wears simple clothes, chemises and layered skirts with her lined, long cut vest to keep of the chill of northern weather. + |
| Einarr Charon + | This warrior stands 6'5" and is nearly 4 foot wide at the shoulders. He is broad and well developed. This is a person who has spent his entire life training, fighting, and working on his body. He is hirsute and has bright red hair all over his skin. His face is strong, prominent cheekbones are covered by a massive beard that runs down the front of his hide armor with a braid. His nose is wide and flat, obviously broken once, perhaps more. His hands are calloused from rough work in all manner of weather and his feet are bound in a bear hide set of boots with the fur on. He has hide armor and a battleaxe for each hand. He wares a mantle from a great Grizzly Bear as his helmet and cape. {w({nEinarr is dressed in a plain linen shirt, untied at the neck and a pair of brown hide pants. He has on his boots, black leather with steel plates on the shin, embossed with the head of a bear on each. He has his hair braided and hanging along each side of his face and chest. His beard is also braided, the braids all held with copper rings, that hangs down the center of his cheest.{w){n + |
| Eiran Laurent + | Here is a portrait of Eiran Laurent: sprawled long-limbed and flung out in an attitude of perfect despair, dark hair unkempt and limpid eyes full of deepest wist. No; here he is, lean and strong in a forward charge, a shield on one muscular arm and a mace swung up in the other, his even features written with battle-mad delight. Try again; swaying forward on his toes, mesmerized by an enchanting beauty in one face or another, his lush lips pouty with earnest need. All of these are Eiran. His dynamism is what makes him striking, rather than any perfection of his looks, which are pleasant but unremarkable -- except for the languid depths of those clear and velvet eyes. + |
| Eirene Malvici + | Time has finally caught up to this woman, the just reward for a long and full life. There's more salt than pepper to her dark hair now, with two signature white streaks framing her face. Age lines cluster around the corners of her full lips and wrinkles spider delicately outward to further accentuate her deep blue eyes, the aftereffects of decades spent smirking and narrow-gazing. Still, she's far from 'old,' and there's a visual refinement to her now that runs contrary to an otherwise oft-blunt demeanor. Her build is thin, softer than it is muscular. Her posture either slopes in lazy comfort or embodies a military-like stiffness - there's no in-between. + |
| Eirik Coldrain + | The very tall man has a large build and has similarities to a lion. His mane of brown hair with golden highlights descends to a few inches below his shoulders, he has a full, thick beard that is kept well trimmed and maintained which is also brown with blonde highlights.Dark brows hang over dark blue eyes with wisps of light gray. His sun-kissed skin indicates a man who spends at least some time outdoors. + |
| Eirlys Greenmarch + | While of a height with many men and possessed of an athletic yet unmistakably feminine frame, what draws attention to Eirlys is the way she moves. Her natural grace has more in common with a prowling forest cat than with the average noblewoman. No less distinctive are her striking ice-blue eyes, framed in a heart-shaped face that is fair of skin. Her full lips are turned up in a smile more often than not, lighting up her features. She customarily wears her raven-dark hair in a long, intricate braid that is both elegant and functional for the Greenmarch prodigal. + |
| Eithne Thornburn + | If there is a single word to describe Eithne, it is wild. From the untamed mass of russet red hair that tumbles down her back in curls and waves, to the dangerous swagger and sway of her hips, there isn't a single part of her that is subtle or calm. She is loud and proud and isn't afraid to get in someone's face when they deserve it. A small fireball just waiting to explode! Stormy grey eyes are often telling of what sort of mood Eithne will be in. Beautiful and expressive, they are framed by a thick fringe of dark lashes. Her nose is slender and straight and sits above her lush mouth; Not that it matters since she always seems to be bragging or boasting about something! She has a hearty laugh that is supposedly inherited from her father, a skilled armorer from whom she's learned her trade. Countless hours in the forge have given this vivacious woman her slender yet strong physique. While there are feminine curves in all the right places, it's the level of physical fitness she's attained that she's most proud of. + |
| Elara Helios + | Dark auburn hair would fall in waves about Elara's oval face if it weren't done up in a crown braid about her head. It also indicates that her hair is long and that, perhaps giving the coils of braid, she has never cut her hair. Her skin is a golden tan color telling of time spent in the sun. Thick lashes and dark brows frame piercing blue eyes the color of the sky. Full lips are often thinned in a scowl, but turn beautiful during a rare smile. She is tall and lithe, her movements graceful and instinctively quiet. Easily eye-level with most men she stands about 6'1". She is more willowy than athletic with a soft hourglass figure. + |
| Elara Kennex + | Dark auburn hair would fall in waves about Elara's oval face if it weren't done up in a crown braid about her head. It also indicates that her hair is long and that, perhaps giving the coils of braid, she has never cut her hair. Her skin is a golden tan color telling of time spent in the sun. Thick lashes and dark brows frame piercing blue eyes the color of the sky. Full lips are often thinned in a scowl, but turn beautiful during a rare smile. She is tall and lithe, her movements graceful and instinctively quiet. Easily eye-level with most men she stands about 6'1". She is more willowy than athletic with a soft hourglass figure. + |
| Eleanor Allenatore + | Of average height, she has the rough and tumble build of an agile, active woman. When she moves, she moves with a purpose, when she speaks her hands emphasize her words. Straw blonde hair is bleached even further from time spent outside training, and her soft brown eyes are watchful and miss nothing. She may be young but she's determined, as the set of her jaw confirms when she gets that stubborn, some say mulish look in her eyes. + |
| Eleyna Velenosa + | While Eleyna is still considered fair and delicate in coloring, with her alabaster skin and pale golden hair, she seems more substantial now than the creature of fragile beauty that arrived to Arx years ago in the wake of her aunt's death. Perhaps it is the curviness of her figure granted by the birth of her children or perhaps the gravity of her new position, but the Archduchess exudes presence whenever she walks into a room, with every half-smirk she grants or lift of her exquisitely shaped brows. + |
| Elfriede Waters + | There is a steely, ineradicable hardness entrenched upon the thin; the doe-shaped, curled and lightly squinted gaze of this Thraxian, her eyes framed in a thicket of dark eyebrows and eyelashes naturally darker than the beige blonde of her hair's coppice. Its roots are even darker still, resembling a near-black much like that of said longbrows. Her features are shaped like a heart's romanticized curl, her nosebridge lightly crooked and scarred beneath some sort of fel blow that made it askew, its surface sodden and leathery. Her lips are rosy, meagerly plump and often dry; often crusty and made unfavorable by cold and heat alike. What plumpness and stoutness once ran through her family has been attenuated beneath the life of hardship this woman has chosen to live; she's skinny - to a gaunt degree - and the leave of meat and fiber has left for a strained; an almost muscular capacity that outlined veins and bumps of lackadaisical thew spread thorough her fighting shape. Those hapless few remanded to see her bare, will find no short supply of flaws and scars marring her northern physique. + |
| Elgana Redrain + | Willowy height and long, lissome limbs are not the sole source of Elgana's easy grace; much of it comes in her controlled motion and her attention to fashion. Yet grace is hers to command in almost any situation. Loose, her hair falls to mid-back in a gleaming cascade of rich mahogany; up it piles in twists, swept back from her high cheekbones and cool, creamy skin. Her lips are full and soft, inclined to a natural, wistful pout that she can only ameliorate with deliberate smiles. Her eyes are dark and magnetic, easy to get lost in up until the point where she winks. + |
| Eliana Steinmaison + | Eliana stands at barely 5'3" in height, and wears very inexpensive, basic clothing. Her dress is a little threadworn, and her boots have tell-tale worn threads and heels. She's obviously not very wealthy. Yet, despite the lack of expense in her clothing, she has beautiful, long thick and lustrous black hair that is often bound in a single braid down the small of her back. Her eyes are a bright blue, wide with inquisitiveness and a burning curiosity at almost all times, yet always filled with a cheerful disposition and a sparkle of joy. Her body is slender, with soft curves that are more hidden than not by the loose and threadworn clothing she wears. Overall, she's a little ball of sunshine, petite and overly curious. + |
| Elias Leary + | On the taller side of average, Elias cuts a handsome figure, his frame toned from hunting and marred with the occasional biting scar. A soldier by trade, those calloused hands are ever expressive, often sweeping through the dark hair that has been grown out; usually disheveled and wild without care, unlike that of his beard -- Always neatly trimmed. Easy-going and quick to laugh, Elias is frequently seen with at least half a smile on his lips, with sharp and bright blue eyes that are just as expressive. + |
| Elio Tortorici + | A solidly built man of broad shoulders and a strong frame that moves with the slight swagger of someone used to time spent in a saddle. His skin is the olive tone frequently found among the southern Lycene isles and his dark hair and eyes serve to further give away his likely heritage. A masculine jaw is covered with a well trimmed beard and his hair equally tended to and swooped to the side to frame a handsome face. Scars are here and there along his body to mark him as a man familiar with being on the receiving end of a blade. + |
| Elise Whisper + | Tall for a woman, she is a lanky ghost of a person. Her dark red eyes contrasted against her pale visage and white hair. Despite her somewhat awkward looking frame, she moves with a certain grace. Her movements fluid and with purpose. Her face is one of youth, but her eyes show signs of experience well beyond her years. Her face has soft, feminine features, but she lacks the curves many of her gender have. Despite her tall, thin build, what muscles she has appear to be very well toned. + |
| Elisha Falle + | Thick, braided pigtails bob and sway from Elisha's head to his mid-back, though they occasionally creep in front of his skinny shoulders to jounce against his chest. His glossy black hair, however, is the healthiest-looking thing about him. His skin is pitted with the pox-scars of a childhood illness, his cheeks often flush as if with fever, and beads of perspiration commonly gather at his brow. He moves with the twitchy watchfulness of beaten dog. Despite all that, though, he's not entirely unhandsome. While his posture is usually hunched defensively, his proportions are fine--if underfed--and his smoke-stained fingers are sensitive. His eyes, though often glassy, shine with a warm brown light. His chin is strong and his lips are oddly lush on his otherwise ascetic face. + |
| Eliza Lavann + | Eliza is a pale young woman with a slender but feminine figure. But her most striking feature is her vibrant red hair, which spillis in fiery curls about her shoulders. Her attractive face is gently dusted with freckles, and her eyes are of an almost startlingly bright blue, alive with a flame of passionate curiosity about the world. + |
| Elizabetha Grayson + | Just shy of six feet, she seems to flow, languid and swanlike in motion. The lines and curves of her taut, svelte body pronounce a flawless symmetry, toned at her core and throughout her willowy limbs with the sleek muscle of a dancer. Her silken hair, the deep blonde of burnished gold, ripples down her back in a voluminous sheet to sway at the flare of her hips. Large, liquid eyes the color of cognac smolder beneath dark gold lashes and heavy lids, flecked with notes of earthy ochre in their limpid depths. Perfectly centered upon her round face, a pert nose upturns jauntily above the plush, expressive bow of her coral lips. Her ivory skin glows with a sun-suffused radiance, as a constellation of freckles drifts across her high cheekbones, down the slope of her nose, over the column of her throat and along her collarbones and shoulders. Around her left forearm from elbow to wrist twines an argent lacework of flowers and vines, the blossoms popping in pinks, blues, reds and purples. Up her right, a stranger, sharper motif of whorls and angles spirals in abstract, inked with subtle blacks and silvery whites to effect a chiaroscuro. On the nape of her neck is the silhouette of an aureate swan in flight. + |
| Elloise Leary + | There is an exuberance to Elloise than cannot be contained, her tiny form ever in motion. Dark curls spring forth from her head like an explosion and her buoyant locks bounce-bounce-bounce along because she is hardly ever at rest. Nimble and quick, she seems to always be doing ten different things at once and her pale grey eyes are wide and filled with wonder. Her features are decidedly cute -- dimpled cheeks, a button nose, cupid bow lips -- and are made all the more so by her infectious enthusiasm for, well, everything! Her eyebrows are uncommonly short though; it looks as if they have been burned off one too many times and have only grown back little more than halfway. + |
| Elloise Stormbreak + | There is an exuberance to Elloise than cannot be contained, her tiny form ever in motion. Dark curls spring forth from her head like an explosion and her buoyant locks bounce-bounce-bounce along because she is hardly ever at rest. Nimble and quick, she seems to always be doing ten different things at once and her pale grey eyes are wide and filled with wonder. Her features are decidedly cute -- dimpled cheeks, a button nose, cupid bow lips -- and are made all the more so by her infectious enthusiasm for, well, everything! Her eyebrows are uncommonly short though; it looks as if they have been burned off one too many times and have only grown back little more than halfway. + |
| Elonso Pravus + | Slight of frame and narrow of hip, there's something bendy as a willow wand about Elonso's graceful carriage and long, elegant hands. Long, wavy hair falls in a black cascade to just above his shoulders, framing the angles and planes of his cheeks and partly obscuring the shells of his ears. His lush lips are mobile and expressive, full and soft, beneath a neat black mustache and above a landscaped black goatee. His eyes are liquid brown, their hue somewhere between whiskey and chocolate, and by far his best weapon. His looks suggest an ingenuous youth, an openness and a sharing warmth that gleams in those liquid brown eyes. + |
| Elora Ravenseye + | Elora is the image of soft femininity, with dark blue eyes and a warm, expressive mouth. Ivory skin is accented with long, pale gold curls that are often unbound, falling to just above the woman's waist. She stands around five foot four with an exaggerated hourglass figure, shoulders matching her wide, rounded hips. + |
| Elora Whitehawk + | Elora is the image of soft femininity, with dark blue eyes and a warm, expressive mouth. Ivory skin is accented with long, pale gold curls that are often unbound, falling to just above the woman's waist. She stands around five foot four with an exaggerated hourglass figure, shoulders matching her wide, rounded hips. + |
| Elpenor Ru-Taul + | Is a tall man. He has long blond hair that is a bright gold. He is covered in scars both from his past as a thrall and his work as a pirate. He is muscular from his work on a ship and from using longbow with a heavy draw that he uses to shoot long distance from ship to ship. He has a tattoo of a wolf head on his back that him and his crew all have as mark of service to the ship. + |
| Elrych Holzfahller + | Piercing blue eyes accented by dark brows. They are cold and calculating. Long dark hair of raven black, slightly yet naturally curly which cusps his strong and angular face. He is massive, both in height and muscle. A man who is clearly a warrior of some kind and has scars to prove it. His skin is white, almost pale, covered in scars here and there. There are a number of tribal marking, tattoo's on his arms indicating a possible exotic ethnicity or culture. + |
| Elsa Shepherd + | Elsa is a handsome woman, filled with a warmth and vibrancy that lends her a youthful air. A love of the outdoors has enhanced her complexion, granting her a tawny golden tan and a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. A crop of thick dark hair tinged with the faintest hints of dark auburn cascades in loose waves and curls to just below her shoulders. Eyes with a vaguely catlike slant to them are a vibrant forest green dappled with flecks of gold and ringed by the same, making them seem to almost glow in certain lights. Her figure is compact, athletic, and lithely muscled; a woman far more suited to the wilds, though she wears the silks of her station well and without complaint. + |
