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| Amador Rafael + | Amador is a picturesque example of a man of Lenosia, a mop of rich chocolate curls fall with articulated "carelessness" to frame the similarly dark hue of his gaze. His figure is slender and best suited to be garbed in silk while his features are rigid giving him a natural forlorn stoicism by appearances alone. Amador carries himself with a regal air, his movements deliberate and practiced amidst their underlying grace. + |
| Amalthea + | Her complexion is entirely fair, the white of an albino's skin almost a stark pale resembling snow, while her nose and lips shine a faint passionate crimson. Just like her skin, her hair appears to lack color almost being silvered from the dull blonde it was. Despite her pale skin, her lithe body is balanced and sturdy, heavy but thin. + |
| Amalthea Crown + | Her complexion is entirely fair, the white of an albino's skin almost a stark pale resembling snow, while her nose and lips shine a faint passionate crimson. Just like her skin, her hair appears to lack color almost being silvered from the dull blonde it was. Despite her pale skin, her lithe body is balanced and sturdy, heavy but thin. + |
| Amanda Morgan + | Amanda is decidedly beautiful. Divine, even. She's a few inches above average height, with a frame that's more lean than curvy, but not lacking in delicately feminine lines at her waist and hips. A cute little nose, full lips, and big chocolatey brown eyes are complemented by eyebrows a few shades darker than her hair. Her hair starts dirty blonde, then slowly turns to the color of wheat, ready to harvest, as it falls over her shoulders. Her posture is always poised and perfect, and she is almost always wearing a faint, polite smile. + |
| Amanita Malvici + | With features reminiscent of an expensive porcelain doll, Amanita is delicate - almost frail given her thinness and height. One glance into her steely sea green eyes is all it would take to know that she is not so easily broken. Amanita has the sort of frame made for running quick and dancing all night, her limbs so long she can't figure out what to do with them unless in constant motion or sitting down. Her fine oval face is framed with long honeyed brown hair and her wide-set cat-like eyes are oft fixed in a cool gaze. A button nose, thin but inviting lips, and full, high cheekbones bless Amanita with a pleasing countenance that will likely be a babyface for years to come. + |
| Amantha Harrow + | Amantha is not striking by the fashionably delicate standards of the upper tiers of society. Instead she's voluptuous, generously gifted with feminine curves that soften the obvious strength of her leanly muscled form and a face that might be considered unconventionally beautiful. Expressive eyes of a sparkling emerald are perhaps the most immediately memorable of her features. A slightly roman nose and full rosebud lips not partiularly given to smiles, porcelain skin and naturally angular brows a shade or two darker than her hair; all combine in a rather cool, austere countenance. Tall, though not toweringly so, she stands at perhaps 5'7 and moves with a graceful restraint that can only be the result of many years of practice; an air of calm in every motion. Her long, thick tresses would fall when loosed to her shapely, hourglass waist in a sweep of rich, autumnal crimson and copper. But she keeps it, more often than not, in a simple braid over one shoulder. + |
| Amanthir Hale + | Tall, pale, and with unruly reddish-brown hair usually kept in a bun. His figure, athletic and toned from years of skirmishes and ranging, is concealed beneath a brown cloak and battered iron breastplate. Outside of a bow, quiver, and sheathed longsword, he keeps very little belongings on his person. If spotted in a populated city, one might mistake him for being impoverished and uneducated. + |
| Amaranth Pravus + | A tumult of brown hair pours past this woman's shoulders, and frames her face, where two hauntingly pale blue-grey eyes storm with mischief. Soft pink lips in a sumptuous bow shape are given easily to knowing, and often sardonic smiles. Fine-boned facial features echo the slim, delicate shadow she casts, born of a slender body. There isn't much strength apparent on her form, as most of the lines of her physique are gentle and pliable rather than hard, unyielding dileniations in flesh. Nevertheless, there is something uncompromising about the way that she carries herself. + |
| Amarantha Sanna + | Amarantha carries herself like a queen, confident and elegant in every motion. Her pale blonde hair frames a delicate, oval shaped face. High, regal cheekbones give her sharp features that contrast with her soft, heart shaped lips. Although her height is average, her body is not--possessing a slender build with generous curves and a fair amount of flexibility. The noblewoman's most striking feature is her ocean-colored eyes, bright and glimmering with faint flecks of gold in their depths. + |
| Amari Keaton + | Dark brown hair falls in loose waves from a middle part to just past her shoulders. Streaked with a paler honied brown, her voluminous locks frame a narrow, delicately featured face. Her complexion is smooth and pale, save for some faint freckles that splay over her brow and along her cheeks. Large, keenly intelligent, hazel eyes are framed in thick lashes, bringing out the hints of green and gold within the irises. Her mouth is quite expressive, usually giving away her emotions unless an effort is made to disguise them. She is of average height, her build slim, almost willowy, which complements her innate elegance. Despite her poise, there's a youthfulness about her that lends an air of innocence, whether deserved or not. + |
| Amari Redire + | Dark brown hair falls in loose waves from a middle part to just past her shoulders. Streaked with a paler honied brown, her voluminous locks frame a narrow, delicately featured face. Her complexion is smooth and pale, save for some faint freckles that splay over her brow and along her cheeks. Large, keenly intelligent, hazel eyes are framed in thick lashes, bringing out the hints of green and gold within the irises. Her mouth is quite expressive, usually giving away her emotions unless an effort is made to disguise them. She is of average height, her build slim, almost willowy, which complements her innate elegance. Despite her poise, there's a youthfulness about her that lends an air of innocence, whether deserved or not. + |
| Amber Mondegreen + | Petite and softspoken, Amber would blend right into any crowd were it not for the beautiful waves of coppery-gold hair cascading around her in a carelessly loose fall. Her eyes are a warm, light brown, and they carry such genuine kindness. Along with her lush mouth given to smiling freely, her mien is so sweet and cheerful one might almost miss the sadness buried in those eyes. + |
| Amelia Eventide + | As though conjured out of myth and legend, the Commander of the Eventide Collective exhibits a captivating aura of heroism and leadership, whether intentional or otherwise. Flawless honeyed olive skin appears to glow beneath the cultivating sun, her intrinsic majesty magnified with every long stride, sway of hips, and lift of her chin. Pitch black hair boldly absorbs the light, cresting her shoulders and spilling in gentle waves like the sea before a storm. Amber eyes possess such vibrant intensity as to be regarded as orange or red at a distance, or dangerously bewitching up close. Every melancholic utterance invokes a yearning for exotic locales and a past few ever truly uncover. {w({nA trio of micro braids plait gracefully through her otherwise free tresses, while dark kohl embellishes her gaze and coral pink stains her lips. Tied neatly at her throat, her hooded fur-trimmed green capelet rests open against her back. A brown sash folds broadly across her empire waist, atop both her sleeveless fur-trimmed green vest and white-sleeved green dress. Brown boots peek from the ankle-length hem, somewhat wet and muddy from travel. Lastly, exotically scented perfumes waft from her person, of herbs and spices very few Arvani might recognize.{w){n + |
| Amelie Steelhart + | Standing five and a half feet tall, this brunette is somewhat lanky, tallish and thin, with long legs. She looks quite strong for her build, despite being soft to the touch. She has brown eyes that are on the reddish side, that can bring an intense gaze where ever it might fall. She is often standing straight with great posture, looking on the stuffy side. Despite looking quite stuck up, her face is one of youth, and naivety. + |
| Amelie Wyvernheart + | Standing five and a half feet tall, this brunette is somewhat lanky, tallish and thin, with long legs. She looks quite strong for her build, despite being soft to the touch. She has brown eyes that are on the reddish side, that can bring an intense gaze where ever it might fall. She is often standing straight with great posture, looking on the stuffy side. Despite looking quite stuck up, her face is one of youth, and naivety. + |
| Amerigo Pravus + | Blessed in the looks department, Amerigo keeps his hair short cut and professionally groomed, though to his nature, there's always a few rebelious strands that refuse to yield to the brush, giving his style its own character. A light goatee provides contrast to smooth skin that has clearly lived its life in area drenched in sun, yet not taken full advantage as it is colored but not as dark as some. His eyes, however, are the real jewel of his features, a pale blue that almost seems to shine in the right light and are the key to reading his mood. + |
| Amieli Igniseri + | Her skin is a touch too dark for cream; her eyes a little too bright to be gray. Thick waves of warm brown spill well past her shoulders, typically tamed away from the roundness of her face. Large and expressive, the clean gray--silver--of her eyes is easily the woman's most striking feature, further accentuated by the healthy darkness of prominent limbal rings. Athletically toned and on the shorter side of five feet, from a certain angle, in a certain light, Amieli might be described as delicate, if delicate were the profile of a rapier blade. Hers is a silent, understated grace, a fluidity of movement and an awareness of it that suggests a marriage of shadowed silk and sharpened steel. + |
| Amir Melaeris + | Amir was never small, not even as a child. Husky, tall, and built more like a pillar than a man--he cuts an intimidating figure. It matches his strong jaw, the line of it chiseled and sharp. Regal, high cheekbones add to his severe appearance. As does his short cropped, curly, black hair. It's a bit too stern to be considered classically handsome but to a Thraxian? He's quite the catch. + |
| Amorria Arterius + | This young woman stands about average height, with long honey-blonde hair which falls to her lower back. The feathery-mane of hair has soft tinges of sandy-red streaks, which could make the actual color hard to tell when beneath direct light. Large amber eyes laced with thick lashes peer from beneath a feminine brow. Her shoulders are on the broad side for a woman, though her chest is on the smaller side. Her build in general is almost willowy, but without the sunken features of someone completely hitting malnourishment. + |
| Amund + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
