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Amador Rafael +	Amador is a picturesque example of a man of Lenosia, a mop of rich chocolate curls fall with articulated "carelessness" to frame the similarly dark hue of his gaze. His figure is slender and best suited to be garbed in silk while his features are rigid giving him a natural forlorn stoicism by appearances alone. Amador carries himself with a regal air, his movements deliberate and practiced amidst their underlying grace.  +
Amalthea +	Her complexion is entirely fair, the white of an albino's skin almost a stark pale resembling snow, while her nose and lips shine a faint passionate crimson. Just like her skin, her hair appears to lack color almost being silvered from the dull blonde it was. Despite her pale skin, her lithe body is balanced and sturdy, heavy but thin.  +
Amalthea Crown +	Her complexion is entirely fair, the white of an albino's skin almost a stark pale resembling snow, while her nose and lips shine a faint passionate crimson. Just like her skin, her hair appears to lack color almost being silvered from the dull blonde it was. Despite her pale skin, her lithe body is balanced and sturdy, heavy but thin.  +
Amanda Morgan +	Amanda is decidedly beautiful. Divine, even. She's a few inches above average height, with a frame that's more lean than curvy, but not lacking in delicately feminine lines at her waist and hips. A cute little nose, full lips, and big chocolatey brown eyes are complemented by eyebrows a few shades darker than her hair. Her hair starts dirty blonde, then slowly turns to the color of wheat, ready to harvest, as it falls over her shoulders. Her posture is always poised and perfect, and she is almost always wearing a faint, polite smile.  +
Amanita Malvici +	With features reminiscent of an expensive porcelain doll, Amanita is delicate - almost frail given her thinness and height. One glance into her steely sea green eyes is all it would take to know that she is not so easily broken. Amanita has the sort of frame made for running quick and dancing all night, her limbs so long she can't figure out what to do with them unless in constant motion or sitting down. Her fine oval face is framed with long honeyed brown hair and her wide-set cat-like eyes are oft fixed in a cool gaze. A button nose, thin but inviting lips, and full, high cheekbones bless Amanita with a pleasing countenance that will likely be a babyface for years to come.  +
Amantha Harrow +	Amantha is not striking by the fashionably delicate standards of the upper tiers of society. Instead she's voluptuous, generously gifted with feminine curves that soften the obvious strength of her leanly muscled form and a face that might be considered unconventionally beautiful. Expressive eyes of a sparkling emerald are perhaps the most immediately memorable of her features. A slightly roman nose and full rosebud lips not partiularly given to smiles, porcelain skin and naturally angular brows a shade or two darker than her hair; all combine in a rather cool, austere countenance. Tall, though not toweringly so, she stands at perhaps 5'7 and moves with a graceful restraint that can only be the result of many years of practice; an air of calm in every motion. Her long, thick tresses would fall when loosed to her shapely, hourglass waist in a sweep of rich, autumnal crimson and copper. But she keeps it, more often than not, in a simple braid over one shoulder.  +
Amanthir Hale +	Tall, pale, and with unruly reddish-brown hair usually kept in a bun. His figure, athletic and toned from years of skirmishes and ranging, is concealed beneath a brown cloak and battered iron breastplate. Outside of a bow, quiver, and sheathed longsword, he keeps very little belongings on his person. If spotted in a populated city, one might mistake him for being impoverished and uneducated.  +
Amaranth Pravus +	A tumult of brown hair pours past this woman's shoulders, and frames her face, where two hauntingly pale blue-grey eyes storm with mischief. Soft pink lips in a sumptuous bow shape are given easily to knowing, and often sardonic smiles. Fine-boned facial features echo the slim, delicate shadow she casts, born of a slender body. There isn't much strength apparent on her form, as most of the lines of her physique are gentle and pliable rather than hard, unyielding dileniations in flesh. Nevertheless, there is something uncompromising about the way that she carries herself.  +
Amarantha Sanna +	Amarantha carries herself like a queen, confident and elegant in every motion. Her pale blonde hair frames a delicate, oval shaped face. High, regal cheekbones give her sharp features that contrast with her soft, heart shaped lips. Although her height is average, her body is not--possessing a slender build with generous curves and a fair amount of flexibility. The noblewoman's most striking feature is her ocean-colored eyes, bright and glimmering with faint flecks of gold in their depths.  +
Amari Keaton +	Dark brown hair falls in loose waves from a middle part to just past her shoulders. Streaked with a paler honied brown, her voluminous locks frame a narrow, delicately featured face. Her complexion is smooth and pale, save for some faint freckles that splay over her brow and along her cheeks. Large, keenly intelligent, hazel eyes are framed in thick lashes, bringing out the hints of green and gold within the irises. Her mouth is quite expressive, usually giving away her emotions unless an effort is made to disguise them. She is of average height, her build slim, almost willowy, which complements her innate elegance. Despite her poise, there's a youthfulness about her that lends an air of innocence, whether deserved or not.  +
Amari Redire +	Dark brown hair falls in loose waves from a middle part to just past her shoulders. Streaked with a paler honied brown, her voluminous locks frame a narrow, delicately featured face. Her complexion is smooth and pale, save for some faint freckles that splay over her brow and along her cheeks. Large, keenly intelligent, hazel eyes are framed in thick lashes, bringing out the hints of green and gold within the irises. Her mouth is quite expressive, usually giving away her emotions unless an effort is made to disguise them. She is of average height, her build slim, almost willowy, which complements her innate elegance. Despite her poise, there's a youthfulness about her that lends an air of innocence, whether deserved or not.  +
Amber Mondegreen +	Petite and softspoken, Amber would blend right into any crowd were it not for the beautiful waves of coppery-gold hair cascading around her in a carelessly loose fall. Her eyes are a warm, light brown, and they carry such genuine kindness. Along with her lush mouth given to smiling freely, her mien is so sweet and cheerful one might almost miss the sadness buried in those eyes.  +
Amelia Eventide +	As though conjured out of myth and legend, the Commander of the Eventide Collective exhibits a captivating aura of heroism and leadership, whether intentional or otherwise. Flawless honeyed olive skin appears to glow beneath the cultivating sun, her intrinsic majesty magnified with every long stride, sway of hips, and lift of her chin. Pitch black hair boldly absorbs the light, cresting her shoulders and spilling in gentle waves like the sea before a storm. Amber eyes possess such vibrant intensity as to be regarded as orange or red at a distance, or dangerously bewitching up close. Every melancholic utterance invokes a yearning for exotic locales and a past few ever truly uncover. {w({nA trio of micro braids plait gracefully through her otherwise free tresses, while dark kohl embellishes her gaze and coral pink stains her lips. Tied neatly at her throat, her hooded fur-trimmed green capelet rests open against her back. A brown sash folds broadly across her empire waist, atop both her sleeveless fur-trimmed green vest and white-sleeved green dress. Brown boots peek from the ankle-length hem, somewhat wet and muddy from travel. Lastly, exotically scented perfumes waft from her person, of herbs and spices very few Arvani might recognize.{w){n  +
Amelie Steelhart +	Standing five and a half feet tall, this brunette is somewhat lanky, tallish and thin, with long legs. She looks quite strong for her build, despite being soft to the touch. She has brown eyes that are on the reddish side, that can bring an intense gaze where ever it might fall. She is often standing straight with great posture, looking on the stuffy side. Despite looking quite stuck up, her face is one of youth, and naivety.  +
Amelie Wyvernheart +	Standing five and a half feet tall, this brunette is somewhat lanky, tallish and thin, with long legs. She looks quite strong for her build, despite being soft to the touch. She has brown eyes that are on the reddish side, that can bring an intense gaze where ever it might fall. She is often standing straight with great posture, looking on the stuffy side. Despite looking quite stuck up, her face is one of youth, and naivety.  +
Amerigo Pravus +	Blessed in the looks department, Amerigo keeps his hair short cut and professionally groomed, though to his nature, there's always a few rebelious strands that refuse to yield to the brush, giving his style its own character. A light goatee provides contrast to smooth skin that has clearly lived its life in area drenched in sun, yet not taken full advantage as it is colored but not as dark as some. His eyes, however, are the real jewel of his features, a pale blue that almost seems to shine in the right light and are the key to reading his mood.  +
Amieli Igniseri +	Her skin is a touch too dark for cream; her eyes a little too bright to be gray. Thick waves of warm brown spill well past her shoulders, typically tamed away from the roundness of her face. Large and expressive, the clean gray--silver--of her eyes is easily the woman's most striking feature, further accentuated by the healthy darkness of prominent limbal rings. Athletically toned and on the shorter side of five feet, from a certain angle, in a certain light, Amieli might be described as delicate, if delicate were the profile of a rapier blade. Hers is a silent, understated grace, a fluidity of movement and an awareness of it that suggests a marriage of shadowed silk and sharpened steel.  +
Amir Melaeris +	Amir was never small, not even as a child. Husky, tall, and built more like a pillar than a man--he cuts an intimidating figure. It matches his strong jaw, the line of it chiseled and sharp. Regal, high cheekbones add to his severe appearance. As does his short cropped, curly, black hair. It's a bit too stern to be considered classically handsome but to a Thraxian? He's quite the catch.  +
Amorria Arterius +	This young woman stands about average height, with long honey-blonde hair which falls to her lower back. The feathery-mane of hair has soft tinges of sandy-red streaks, which could make the actual color hard to tell when beneath direct light. Large amber eyes laced with thick lashes peer from beneath a feminine brow. Her shoulders are on the broad side for a woman, though her chest is on the smaller side. Her build in general is almost willowy, but without the sunken features of someone completely hitting malnourishment.  +
Amund +	The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly.  +
Amund Frost +	The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly.  +
Amund Honor +	The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly.  +
Amund Masque +	The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. {w({nHis hair has been cut just above his shoulders.{w){n  +
Amund Monrosa +	The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly.  +
Anabelle Lyonesse +	A few inches taller than average height in Arvum, Anabelle exemplifies Oathlander nobility. Slender in all the right places, her build is slightly more generous than usual to the neverending consternation of her tailors. Her hair reaches to her shoulders, a tantalizing mixture of golden brown and honey blond strands to create a dazzling amber effect, and is always styled to perfection. Fine, delicately arched brows are set over an almond-shaped pair of blue-gray eyes that would be chilling if they weren't so filled with warmth and zeal. Her nose is slender and straight, flaring out just a touch towards the end. Lastly, she has a full, generous mouth capable of great mobility in her smiles.  +
Anastajia Mercy +	Anastajia is a young girl who always has a smile on her face. She has waist length ash blonde hair, which is usually kept in a braid dangled over her left shoulder. Her youthful skin radiates as if she were a porcelain doll, dusted lightly with freckles. Her pale blue eyes give off the impression that you can look straight into her soul.  +
Anders Nightcove +	Lord Anders Nightcove cuts an impressive figure, but it's not based entirely on size. He's tall, yes. But more leanly muscular than bulky. His frame is whipcord, athletic and built for speed. His bearing would be rigid and unyielding, were it not for the constant suggestion that he's simply coiled energy incarnate. With an often stern and disapproving suggestion, it doesn't seem likely that anything truly brings the man pleasure. He's handsome, in a sharp and severe fashion with high cheekbones, clean jawline and alert eyes of vivid hazel. His hair is brown, sandy. His skin tanned from years in the sun, with lines around his mouth and his forehead.  +
Andreas Donatti +	A soft, dark brown, tousle of hair - sprinkled with silvery accents, and often begging to be touched, tops the head of this handsome fellow just right to ear length. His masculine complexion, tanned quite neatly by the sun, features a chiseled jawline and high cheekbones - characteristic of the Donatti's; as well as those gorgeous clever blue eyes that lay idle beneath two thick dark brows. A well trimmed beard makes him seem even more experienced and debonair. The perfect face for the brawny and tall gentleman. Whom, just like his siblings, also has the build of a runner; and, is typically clad in top-notch tailored attire, rather than rubbish rags or armor.  +
Andrel Monteaux +	Andrel is a powerfully built, heroic man. A natural build for martial combat, however it is complemented by his well-groomed stature. Indeed, the man clearly bathes heavily, and takes great care in ensuring that his handsome face in particular is clean-shaven and maintained, including taking great care of his blonde, neck-length hair.  +
Andrina Thornburn +	The first thing one notices about Andrina is usually her hair; gentle waves of glossy tresses the color of spun copper that hang near her hips when let loose. Second might by the fullness of her not-quite-bow shaped mouth and the natural redness of her lips. A close third might be the stormy gray color of her eyes; like heavy rain clouds gathered in the summer. Otherwise they might notice she's tall for a woman, and quite slender. Her skin is peaches and cream toned though broken with the abundance of freckles.  +
Andromeda Leporidae +	Tall, imposing and darkly beautiful, Andromeda has a slender frame and lithe limbs that move with barely contained power. Her hair is the color of rich honey, and her gaze a pale blue that pierces to the bone. Some might say she possesses a classical beauty with her high cheekbones and full lips that are equally likely to offer a mild smirk or purse in discontent. Her neutral expression just isn't, though it doesn't quite peak the summit to that of a permanent scowl. The Southeastern Saffron native has skin brazenly kissed by the sun, bronzed in a most flattering fashion and a thoroughly impressive physique as already mentioned. Usually the woman carries herself with a quiet confidence - letting deeds speak as much as words. Typically, when not commanded to by her Praefecta to wear something more enticing, the woman wears her Proscipi segmenta - clearly more comfortable in armor than she is wearing a dress. Although she does look quite charming wearing one, though.  +
Andry Bayweather +	Toned and slender, this man's size suggests, average, or just above! Of average height and a build that suggests exhaustive activity but not heavily musceled to be sure. His muscle is toned and lithe, someone that favors agility far more over brute strength. His skin is sun kissed, scars dotting his lean body from head to toe. He has a handsome boyish charm about him, often keeping a touch of brown scruff resembling a beard along his jaw and lips. His hair is of the appearance to be messed and as if no attention was given to it when very likely, there was a degree of effort there. His gray eyes often blur between hazel and very light blue depending on the light.  +
Angelica Sanna +	This woman is tall and powerfully built, with warm brown skin and dark eyes that gleam with intelligence. She's efficient with her movements, never taking up more space than she has to, sculpted in muscle with wide hips and powerful legs. Her hair is black and thick, dropping just past her shoulders in waves when loose. Shoulders are squared when she stands, spine straight, confidence written in every line. Oval face with wide-spaced almond eyes, full lips, and a squared jaw, she's clearly a woman in her prime but there's nothing that suggest laugh-lines. If anything, her neutral expression has given the impression of a smooth complexion.  +
Angelo DiFidante +	A classically handsome man, Angelo bears a deceptive softness to some of his masculine features. His full lips bow to form an almost imperceptible smirk, however in a moment of rare brilliance, his smile could light an entire room. Dark brown hair is often charmingly disheveled by the unconscious rustling of his fingers while deep in study. His expressions are often measured as he is known for being a serious man, yet his eyes have the ability to stare into one’s soul while maintaining his own mysteries. Tall and lean, he carries himself with quiet distinction, becoming of a nobleman of his status.  +
Angelo Fidante +	A classically handsome man, Angelo bears a deceptive softness to some of his masculine features. His full lips bow to form an almost imperceptible smirk, however in a moment of rare brilliance, his smile could light an entire room. Dark brown hair is often charmingly disheveled by the unconscious rustling of his fingers while deep in study. His expressions are often measured as he is known for being a serious man, yet his eyes have the ability to stare into one’s soul while maintaining his own mysteries. Tall and lean, he carries himself with quiet distinction, becoming of a nobleman of his status. {w({nA simple copper ring is worn on his left index finger, nothing fancy but clearly worked on with care.{w){n  +
Anisha Whisper +	While her height is thoroughly average, Anisha strives to be exceptional in every other regard. Her limbs are slender and graceful, her frame shapely curves that she all but always dresses to flatter. Mercurial, her hair's shape and length - and sometimes even colour - is always changing. Her eyes are an intense pale blue, bordering on grey, and she uses make-up to great effect to accentuate that. She has been blessed with dramatic cheekbones, alongside full and sultry lips. Anisha presents a carefully calculated image of herself to the world - from a warm and inviting voice with a love for wordplay, to her expertly applied wardrobe and accessories, she is rarely anything but sculpted towards perfection. After all, she's a Whisper. A role model. A mirror, for all the things the world wants and wants to be.  +
Ann Redrain +	Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road.  +
Ann Rivenshari +	Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road.  +
Ann crovane +	Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road.  +
Annabella Grimhall +	Just barely lucky enough to be considered of noble blood, Annabella never much cared for that life. Instead, she truly found herself within the tomes of old, learning about medicine and the art of healing. She doesn't sleep much, as indicated by the moderate bags often seen under her green eyes. Despite this, she is still a noble and thus usually makes herself look presentable when in public: hair perfectly combed and swept behind her back with a single braid hanging over one shoulder. She's rather soft spoken.  +
Annika Navegant +	Undeniably a beauty in her youth that still shows now, but also displaying the vivid attractiveness that comes with age and experience as her journies in life are written in laugh lines around her mouth, or the crow's feet at the corner's of her eyes. She's average in height, hands strong and well-cared for in the way of someone who feels their lively-hood comes from those hands. Her bright blue eyes still shine with a sharp mind and the inquisitive, caring nature of someone that has not been drug down by life's journey. If there is a little grey in the mink brown of her hair, it is worn with the pride of someone whose life has been full of joy, laughter, but also sadness, each one earned.  +
Ansel Telmar +	Ansel is gifted with light blue eyes, and the dark, expressive brows to make good use of them. His scowls are as gloriously stern as his smile can be youthful and bright, and he has the endearing misfortune of wearing his every feeling on his attractively chiseled face. Tall, but not remarkably so, and strong and fine, if not remarkably so, Ansel is a study in the exceedingly pleasant average; a palate cleanser of a man.  +
Ansgar Blackram +	A bear, that best describes this massive man. Looking at Ansgar, he appears to be a man on the softening side of a strong body. He is still straight-backed and has heavy powerful arms and shoulders, but a thick waist and slow moving joints show his prime is good and gone. Thick black hair covers Ansgar from head to heel, the hair atop his head has gone more silver than black in the last 10 years, his mustache is still as black as it ever was, but his beard is as white as the driven snow. Hair pops out from the neckline of his shirt and around his wrist if he's not wearing gauntlets. Ansgar's gold-specked green eyes look more youthful than what his body shows, as if his mind feels like it were still 20, even if his body screams 60.  +
Antea Mazetti +	Of average height and slender to the point of looking coltish, Antea is a woman of sharp angles and severe countenance. For one so young she wears a serious expression, though it doesn't seem to detract from the elegance of her features. A wealth of dark chocolate hair frames her face, pinned up neatly to keep it out of the way. Her skin is smooth and has a dusky edge, though the undertone is somewhat pale, as if she doens't see as much sun as she probably should. Her eyes are sepia-toned, and always seem to bear a calculating look.  +
Anton Kennex +	Lanky would likely be the first word to come to mind upon spotting Anton, his tall and attenutated frame looking rather insubstantial - but long, thin fingers bear callouses that show a man used to working with tools and drawing instruments. Brilliant, blue-grey eyes framed by arched, black brows peer curiously from his suntanned visage where they sit over a hawkish nose. Spare and trimmed, his facial hair consists of little more than a mustache and some stubble down the jaw. A dark, chocolaty brown, the Kennex's hair is kept in wavy ringlets that are combed back and allowed to spill down past his ears and onto fairly narrow shoulders.  +
Antonia Amadeo +	Meticulous and intentional defines her appearance. Her glossy hair is neatly-kempt and her complexion fresh almost dewy. Her fern green eyes are rimmed with dark inflections along the iris. Her hands are manicured and clean. The state of dress is fashionable but not a statement, each stitch in place and each adornment planned. She is below average height and makes herself even smaller by keeping her eyes typically lowered, chin frequently inclined out of respect.  +
Antonio Velenosa +	Antonio is a very handsome man, if not classically so. His hair is a dark, sooty brown, his eyes a warm honey shade, and if his mouth is a bit narrow, it's also fetchingly bowed and prone to lazy smiles. His style and manner are self-possessed and exceedingly easy. If it took him time to arrange his shoulder-length hair to best emphasize the sun-lightened streaks, you'd never know it. His skin is slightly weathered from sun, wind, and sea salt, giving him a decidedly rugged appeal.  +
Anwen Ravenseye +	Somewhere between plump and wiry, this woman is neither slight nor curvy, but rather possesses a predilection towards the latter that is tempered by great activity and a boistrous nature. Her skin is tanned and freckled by much time spent out of doors and her autumnal hued auburn hair is streaked with copper and gold from hours in the sun. Her almondine eyes are a deep cobalt shade of blue, lined with a thick fringe of lashes. She has a pleasant curve to her cheeks, a fullness to her mouth, and an almost grecian turn of nose that cast her features in a classical air.  +
Anze Malvici +	Black hair roughly chopped short meant to be out of those dull green eyes and out of the way of reaching hands. A dark beard kept close to the face and sometimes cared for. He's tall, over six foot, though not a giant by any means. His body has the sinewy look of someone who has spent most their life outside working rather than playing and with the calloused hands of someone who lives and dies by the blade. On his right arm the tattoos begin at the wrist, intertwining and working up until disappearing somewhere under his shirt.  +
Anze Redrain +	Black hair roughly chopped short meant to be out of those dull green eyes and out of the way of reaching hands. A dark beard kept close to the face and sometimes cared for. He's tall, over six foot, though not a giant by any means. His body has the sinewy look of someone who has spent most their life outside working rather than playing and with the calloused hands of someone who lives and dies by the blade. On his right arm the tattoos begin at the wrist, intertwining and working up until disappearing somewhere under his shirt.  +
Aodhan Crovane +	Aodhan is a relatively tall man, standing at almost 6 feet tall. He possesses a strong, athletic physique that is stained with the scars of the harsh environment of which he was born. He has black, shoulder length hair that comes to a soft curl and sports a light, scruffy beard that adds to his overall charm. His eyes are a beautiful green, reminiscent of an emerald jewel. He possesses an intricate tribal tattoo that covers the entirety of his right arm, his right pectoral, and the back of his right shoulder, a sign of his upbringing that he wears proudly.  +
Aonghus Seliki +	Well-built and solid, Aonghus cuts an impressive, heavily muscled figure. He is dark-haired, with tawny skin and ice-bright, pale blue eyes that fairly leap from his face by contrast. Those striking eyes are softened by his oft-smiling expression, shown in laugh lines and crow's feet. He has a very calm presence, accentuated by the assurance he moves with - neither slow nor fast - but implacably and with focus.  +
Apollis Malvici +	Apollis is slender and sinewy with pale skin and platinum blonde hair that borders on being snow white. He has chiseled features including a thick dark skeptical brow, a strong square chin, and high aristocratic cheekbones. His hooded eyes are emerald green, piercing and impassive. He has full pouty lips and a wide smile that overtakes the entirety of his steely face. He has wavy short hair worn swept back and slightly tapered ears. He carries himself with a quiet confidence and speaks with a creaky, honeyed, and perpetually sleepy tone.  +
Apollo Malespero +	He is a spare man, of middling height and weight and a lean, lanky build. He's handsome, his features pleasing in an unassuming sort of way. He might not be the brightest star in the room, but there is a charm to his features that draws eyes back to him. A thick brow and serious eyes rest under a mop of dark curls, sometimes cropped, sometimes nearly to the shoulder. His hands are large and show the signs of hard work; small scars from old knicks from sharp tools, calluses along the base of his fingers and on the pads of them as well. There is an air of distraction about him sometimes, an absent-mindedness that adds to that strange, muted charm.  +
Apollo Oakwood +	He is a spare young man, of middling height and weight and a lean, lanky build. He's handsome, his features pleasing in an unassuming sort of way. He might not be the brightest star in the room, but there is a charm to his features that draws eyes back to him. A high brow and serious eyes rest over a nose that adds character to his face. His hands are large and show the signs of hard work; small scars from old knicks from sharp tools, calluses along the base of his fingers and on the pads of them as well. There is an air of distraction about him sometimes, an absent-mindedness that adds to that quirky and understated charm. {w({nWearing a tidy bandage on his right hand.{w){n  +
Appolonia Seraceni +	Appolonia is visually catching, if at odds with the image of the perfectly beautiful woman. Her ebon hair and olive skin show her Pravus roots. Her slate blue eyes give her an air of staring. A high forehead, naturally dark and hollowed eyes, and a thin jaw make her look darker and younger than she truly is. She moves with an easy and casual grace, with the physical demeanor of a perfect lady even if some of the details may be... questionable.  +
Arcadia Leary +	In form, Arcadia 'Cady' Leary is a slight-framed girl, a slender blonde with short, tousled hair and eyes of a bluish gray; but without the dynamism of motion, she leaves little impression. In life, she leaps eagerly from branch to branch; even in stillness, her weight balances on her toes, ready to spring into action at any moment. The flash of her dimpled smile, the quick gleam of her bright kohl-lined eyes, the infectiousness of her ready enthusiasm: these are the sparks that make her memorable.  +
Arcadia Stahlben +	In form, Arcadia 'Cady' Leary is a slight-framed girl, a slender blonde with short, tousled hair and eyes of a bluish gray; but without the dynamism of motion, she leaves little impression. In life, she leaps eagerly from branch to branch; even in stillness, her weight balances on her toes, ready to spring into action at any moment. The flash of her dimpled smile, the quick gleam of her bright kohl-lined eyes, the infectiousness of her ready enthusiasm: these are the sparks that make her memorable.  +
Arcelia Navegant +	A voluptuous body with soft curves creates the pleasant portrait of a youthful noble woman who wears her heart on her sleeves, a smile on her face, and carries an air of contentment all around her. Arcelia is known for her alluring eyes, big and vibrant blue irises that draw attention to a hidden depth that is veiled behind her youth, giving her an air of mystery. When she speaks she is often animated, using her toned arms and small hands to gesture in assistance to aid the flow of meaningful conversation. Beautiful and melodic laughter escapes the beautiful woman frequently, the sound filling rooms with the sincerity of her personality. Her lips are luscious and pink, a row of clean white teeth revealed behind a nearly ever present smile that reaches up to soft, rosy cheeks. Her long dark brown hair is a curtain of silk strands that curls up near the ends, gently springing around her shoulders and back as she moves with the ethereal grace of the naturally talented and passionate dancer she is. The clothing that adorns her body tend to come in deep colors that are accented with earth tones. Long flowing sleeves cascade down her arms while cotton or silk wraps around her body and drops to the ground in waves. She favors simple embroidery or bead work over extravagance but the rich colors and detail give her a simplistic but lovely fashion sense without overpowering her natural beauty.  +
Arcelia Saik +	A voluptuous body with soft curves creates the pleasant portrait of a youthful noble woman who wears her heart on her sleeves, a smile on her face, and carries an air of contentment all around her. Arcelia is known for her alluring eyes, big and vibrant blue irises that draw attention to a hidden depth that is veiled behind her youth, giving her an air of mystery. When she speaks she is often animated, using her toned arms and small hands to gesture in assistance to aid the flow of meaningful conversation. Beautiful and melodic laughter escapes the beautiful woman frequently, the sound filling rooms with the sincerity of her personality. Her lips are luscious and pink, a row of clean white teeth revealed behind a nearly ever present smile that reaches up to soft, rosy cheeks. Her long dark brown hair is a curtain of silk strands that curls up near the ends, gently springing around her shoulders and back as she moves with the ethereal grace of the naturally talented and passionate dancer she is. The clothing that adorns her body tend to come in deep colors that are accented with earth tones. Long flowing sleeves cascade down her arms while cotton or silk wraps around her body and drops to the ground in waves. She favors simple embroidery or bead work over extravagance but the rich colors and detail give her a simplistic but lovely fashion sense without overpowering her natural beauty.  +
Archene Clearwater +	This young man seems to be on his early 20s. He is about 5'9" tall and while his body cannot be said to be athletic, it certainly lacks any considerable amount of fat. His skin is light olive, strangely well-kept and unmarred. His eyes have a gentle hazel brown color while his facial features are gentle. His raven black hair is well-kept and wavy, reaching slightly beyond his shoulder length.  +
Archeron Tyde +	This young man is tall and a lanky, his youthful frame showing the promise of a beefier build that he has yet to fully grow into. His dark hair is typically cropped short for practicality rather than aesthetics, showing off his coffee colored skin and chiseled features; the most striking of these are his unearthly blue eyes, so bright and almost unnatural seeming amid the rest of his earthy hues. Those eyes seem to miss little around him but the rest of the young Tyde lord remains rather reserved and stoic. When his limbs are bared an interesting rope of thick white scar wraps around his right arm from wrist to elbow and the same along the length of his left leg.  +
Archibald Kitt +	An old man, Archibald's face is twisted in a permanent scowl. He has a distrust of everyone, made all the more evident when they interact with him. Despite this he carries a sense of importance even in squalor, having collected some wisdom in his lifetime. He has a long beard and hair that has long since gone grey, long ago given up covering the baldness on the top of his head. His eyebrows are likewise long and arched, growing in an erratic mess over his hateful grey eyes. He usually walks with a crutch, and has an obvious limp from a permanently lame leg.  +
Ardee de Lire +	Large, almond shape eyes of piercing blue are the first truly noticable thing about Ardee. Thin, delicately arched brows are perched above, expressive and a shade or two darker than the golden blonde hair that waves well past her shoulders and down to mid-waist. The woman is around five foot five, with shapely curves and fair, smooth skin that doesn't appear to have suffered a day of hard work toiling in the sun. The woman moves with effortless, languid confidence, expression inviting and warm.  +
Ardoin Valardin +	Long of limb with a wiry frame corded with muscle, he possesses the body of a warrior - and all that comes with it, such as the diagonal scar that runs from halfway down his fair-skinned forehead to where it cleaves his left eyebrow in two, marring his otherwise youthful good looks. Sapphire blue eyes observe the world around him with open curiosity, sitting squarely above his aquiline nose, thin lips, sharp cheekbones and a neatly trimmed beard on his pale face. Sandy blond hair is kept short and more often disheveled than not. Still, he carries himself with a proud stance as befits a knight of the Valardin family, broad shoulders back and face tilted up just so.  +
Argos Seraceni +	Argo is not that imposing of a man until you see him fight. Skill, raw force, and talent all mixed together. His personality matches his fighting style as he cares little for politics and would rather follow orders. He is known for not smiling often at all. He has tattoo of a red dragon on his right arm that's tail and wings wraps around. Scars all over his chest, back and arms. Argos is a fairly warm to most people even though he keeps most people at arm's length until he can trust them. He can be found at taverns during his off hours, drinking only water as drinking booze goes against his code.  +
Ari Corsetina +	Standing 6'3" in his bare feet with a wirey, rangey build this man looks as if he has seen some fights. This olive skin is more than lightly weathered and deeply tanned. His full head of jet black hair is often messily styled, and curls ever so slightly at the ends. His deep amber eyes are are mercurial; shifting from bright to almost black with his moods. He keeps a neatly trimmed beard and mustache of the same black color of his hair.  +
Aria Gilden +	Arianna is a slender young woman who is around the age of twenty. Fair features, pale skin, long limbs and a slender build give her a confident appearance, in keeping with her height of five feet without shoes. She has honeyed blonde hair and wide blue eyes. Their brilliant azure is the most distinct feature on a pale, largely unblemished face set with a petite nose and thin, pink lips. Aria's honeyed hair is predominantly straight, framing her face, and kept just long enough to reach the small of her back.  +
Arian Brand +	Tall in stature and broad of shoulder, Arian stands a head above most other men. His dense musculature is obvious, most prominent in the width of his chest, the rise of stacked delts and rippling traps, and the sheer thickness of bulging biceps and chiseled triceps. He has a healthy amount of fat, never wanting for a meal, fair flesh smooth and largely unblemished. However, his waist is relatively trim and leads into a rock-hard, well defined midriff. His visage is a charming combination of masculine strength and boyish good looks. A strong, squared jaw frames his face, drawing up into thin, pink lips that often quirk at the corners, and a proud, slightly upturned nose. Ice blue eyes would catch your attention. Depending on his mood, they either hold a cold pallor; a daring, wolfish gleam; or a rippling storm of thought and emotion. Crowning his head, golden blond hair, verging on platinum, reaches down to the bottom of his ears. With a strong part down the middle, the fine, fair strands act as curtains.  +
Arianna Fireviper +	Arianna is quite fair possessing an ethereal beauty. Her skin is milky and pale without being translucent. Long ashen blonde locks flow down her back and touch her rear and she often wears it down. Arianna is fond for all manner of white and silver accents in her choice of clothing. Her fashion sense is very well developed and seems to change depending on the current trend. Although she is very slender, her height makes her appear even more so. Lending to a certain delicate air about her. Her eyes sparkle with a certain liveliness and she has the most breathtaking smile. The young diplomat chooses her words carefully and when she speaks it is with a soft, clear pitch that captures the interest of those around her. If she were a bit older, or depending on her manner of dress for the evening, one might consider her to be innately a very sensual girl. She possesses delicate facial features with full pouty lips that wordlessly promise some sort of carnal pleasure. Most astounding however is that she is always fresh in her style and likes variety in her wardrobe, never wearing the same thing twice. Arianna loves jewelry and has made more than one friend through gifts of gems and precious stones which she sends to her family's craftsmen back home to refine into stunning accessories.  +
Arianna Pravus +	Sensual doesn't begin to cover this woman's countenance. She's pale but shines with a radiance that belies her good health and while her skin is milky during winter seasons it holds a tan quite well it during the sunnier times of the year. Lengthy tresses of pure Setarco gold flow around her shoulders after having been freshly cut and are often worn down. On the occasions that the Pravus noblewoman has her hair pulled back her high cheekbones and angular, feminine jawline are more apparent to the eye and lend an exotic quality to her features. Sapphire blue irises sit in almond-shaped eyes that sparkle with flecks of bright emerald green when a certain liveliness or mischief is piqued. Her waistline is small but her hips and rear are quite curvy, both traits often on display in lycene silks that leave little to the imagination. When she speaks her voice holds a soft, gentle cadence, or cold edge depending on whom she's addressing and full, pouty lips wordlessly promise carnal delights and fun times to be had for those adventurous enough to approach the Pravosi woman.  +
Arianna Stonewood +	Arianna is quite fair possessing an ethereal beauty. Her skin is milky and pale without being translucent. Long ashen blonde locks flow down her back and touch her rear and she often wears it down. Arianna is fond for all manner of white and silver accents in her choice of clothing. Her fashion sense is very well developed and seems to change depending on the current trend. Although she is very slender, her height makes her appear even more so. Lending to a certain delicate air about her. Her eyes sparkle with a certain liveliness and she has the most breathtaking smile. The young diplomat chooses her words carefully and when she speaks it is with a soft, clear pitch that captures the interest of those around her. If she were a bit older, or depending on her manner of dress for the evening, one might consider her to be innately a very sensual girl. She possesses delicate facial features with full pouty lips that wordlessly promise some sort of carnal pleasure. Most astounding however is that she is always fresh in her style and likes variety in her wardrobe, never wearing the same thing twice. Arianna loves jewelry and has made more than one friend through gifts of gems and precious stones which she sends to her family's craftsmen back home to refine into stunning accessories.  +
Arianwen Grayhope +	Whether obscured by a Lower Boroughs coating of grime or the rare application of expensive cosmetics, her natural beauty cannot be denied. Passion and hard-earned experience radiate from her gaze, those dazzling orbs an uncanny gradient of deep amber out to mesmerizing greens and vibrant blues. Long lashes and cupid's-bow lips serve to compliment skin as pure and pale - features as soft and delicate - as a lily petal dipped in sunlight. A harmonious symphony of honeyed brown and gold hues flow in voluminous waves, framing the graceful lines of her defined hourglass figure. Coupled with an air of casual confidence, her light and lyrical voice demands attention from even the most jaded listener.  +
Aric Keaton +	At just over six feet tall, the man is what would be considered by most woman, with a drink or two in them, to be ruggedly handsome. He has shoulder length dark brown hair parted on the left side with his hair falling to each side of his face. Deep green eyes are brightened by a ready smile, alight with some joke that is hiding just behind them. His face is scruffy with not enough hair to call it a beard, but something that could grow to it if left unattended. He wears a tunic, leggings and boots of Oakhaven leather, finely oiled with a great attention to detail on every piece.  +
Ariel Darkwater +	When one looks upon Ariel the first thing you might notice is her almost milky white skin, her soft ginger curls that dance along her shoulders, or all the freckles that cutely decorate her face. Her eyes are a rich dark caramel color that have naturally curling eyelashes. Though below her eyes is a perfect nose and a soft and full lips. She's a short little thing standing only at 5' and has very luscious curves upon her form with a small waist.  +
Ariel Stonewood +	When one looks upon Ariel the first thing you might notice is her almost milky white skin, her soft ginger curls that dance along her shoulders, or all the freckles that cutely decorate her face. Her eyes are a rich dark caramel color that have naturally curling eyelashes. Though below her eyes is a perfect nose and a soft and full lips. She's a short little thing standing only at 5' and has very luscious curves upon her form with a small waist.  +
Ariella Igniseri +	Slender but strong, everything about Ariella suggests speed, from her streamlined slimness to the short cap of black curls that crowns her head and frames her face. Her skin is a warm-toned dusky gold, darkened and weathered by long exposure to sun and salt, with a tendency to freckle mostly around her fine straight nose. The dramatic amber-gold of her eyes lends an almost lupine edge to the flash of her quicksilver smile in the spread of rose-dark lips.  +
Arielle Rivera +	At a few inches over five and a half feet tall this woman looks to be fairly young still. Her body is full-figured with obvious but not over the top curves. There is a youthful enthusiasm in her pale blue gaze that is also visible in the dramatic motions of her movements. Fair toned skin is smooth and light in its hue. Honey blonde hair is waist length and silky looking. An oval shaped face with subtly rounded cheeks and full lips gives her a soft distinctly feminine look. {w({n  +
Arik Halfshav +	A tall frame and muscular build conspire to make this man seem even more massive than he truly is. Broad shoulders, a square jaw, and an imposing presence lend him the air of a warrior from tales sung in the icy North, and indeed the scars on his calloused hands tell tales of their own. His features would be easy to describe as ruggedly handsome, were he ever to shave the formidable beard that covers the lower half of his face. Still, there is no hiding the glint of confident, casual violence in his pale gray eyes, nor the subtle, nigh-perpetual smirk that promises the same.  +
Arion Harrow +	The first thing one notices about this young man is his hair. A step darker than copper its a deep and rich crimson, kept at waist-length and carefully brushed and cared for to the point where it seems to be a mark of pride. Bright emerald green eyes softly sparkle from their position on a gentle looking face. While far too soft looking to be considered traditionally handsome there is no denying that there is a certain charm to his appearance all the same. He has yet to show even the slightest hints of facial hair despite clearly being of age, his face remaining smooth and soft looking. His body is lithe and fair skinned, possessing next to no muscle tone but instead favoring smooth looking movements that show a natural sense of grace. Delicate hands with long fingers show a certain nimbleness as well, hinting that he may often work with his hands. Either way his nails are kept neatly trimmed and clean in a similar fashion to the rest of him. {w({n  +
Arman Velenosa +	Arman Velenosa is tall and stately; he was quite obviously handsome once, years ago, and his youth has settled into gravitas. He cuts a foreboding figure for he is tall and towers over most people. Arman is fastidiously neat, as careful in his appearance as he is in his words. When he smiles, it never quite seems to touch his eyes. When Arman enters a room, he does so softly - but is no less intriguing for it. Eyes seem drawn to him, but as he favors shadows, he is never quite fully seen.  +
Armand Farshaw +	Tall and darkly handsome, Armand presents an attractive tableau. Broad-shouldered, with the muscular build of a swordsman often fighting beneath plates of steel, he makes for a particularly fit specimen whom nonetheless displays a certain grace of movement, a natural agility closer to cat than a bear. He keeps his jet black hair short, leaving his face clear save for the beard he keeps trimmed short. The effect brings attention to his dark eyes, intense and at times full of mirth, sorrow or fire. His voice, a sensual baritone of bewitching depths, share the same nature. Indeed, Armand can be said to be many things, but empty and cold? Never.  +
Armani Gilden +	This woman is an inch or two over five feet and is quite compact. She has dirty blonde hair that bears subtle waves and it frames her face, drawing attention to the pale green of her eyes and the fact that her otherwise ivory hued skin is tanned by the sun. The figure of the woman is quite shapely, she is well blessed with a feminine physique and it is well toned.  +
Armel Godsworn +	Even when he was a younger man, Armel would have been hard-pressed to be called 'handsome', wide of face and with a lantern jaw, he was more the sort one would be worried would ram a sword in your gut for your purse in appearance. And a life of hardship and violence have not changed his looks for the better. With long hair that flows freely in chestnut-colored locks to frame his bull-dog face, his most notable feature is the vicious scars that cover most of the right side of his face. He has suffered from a rather horrible assault in the past, and his skin is mottled and raised and marred with an unsightly scarring from temple to jawbone and with one ear barely more than a nub on that side. The rest of him, from his chocolate-brown eyes to his bronzed, weathered skin (on the rest of him), holds a somewhat straight-backed bearing, strong and powerful and almost as broad as he is tall, with the thick legs and muscled back of a man who travels long and fights hard when he gets there.  +
Arn Telmar +	He is not tall, perhaps close to half a head shorter than most of his contemporary knights. There is a stiffness in how he moves that betrays that youthful grace has left him and is usually replaced with pain and discomfort, but his build is thick and powerful and his big, knobby hands look like they can pack a painful wallop. His face is weathered, and scarred and painted in stern lines. He wears a full beard that is pepper grey and his eyes glint like steel. {w({nHe looks tired.{w){n  +
Arta Fatchforth +	Arta Fatchforth is a woman with a sandy hair and slate blue eyes. She has strong sinewy limbs and prominent cheekbones. Her build is rather stocky with a small nose and a pair of ears decorating her head. Her complexion is fair and leaning on the pale side of skin. Her flattering strong physique is intimidating yet approachable.  +
Arthen Dayne +	Arthen Dayne is lean and tall, with a rangy sort of way about his subtle strength. It's easy for the eye to mark him as someone who has been around and seen more than a few things. Still, though he isn't without lines of care to mark the occasional furrow of his brow and the determined set of his mouth and jaw, his even and masculine features retain most of the grace of his not-so-distant youth. His skin is fair, but warmed by the weathering of the sun and the wind. His chestnut brown hair is clipped neat and short but for the curling wisps of his bangs, and his baby blue eyes carry a shade of intensity from above his bold nose and the softer set of his mouth. Most often he's a man dedicated to a clean shave, but not so dedicated that he's above a five-o'-clock shadow some days.  +
Arthur Russo +	This handsome man looks like he is in his early twenties or so. He is 6'2" and powerfully built, with strong shoulders and a chiseled frame. He has the form of a man who does some form of labor for a living, but also does the work to shape that muscle into something appealing instead of just being a brick of a man. His skin is tanned, and he has a few small scars here or there. his hair is dark brown, with one or two strands of very early grey. His eyes are incredibly bright and blue, and can easily be considered his most notable feature. His hands are calloused, and he has long, dexterous fingers.  +
Artorius Magnotta +	Standing at six feet, four inches tall, Artorius is certainly of a tall stature. He sports shoulder length black hair, with a light beard and blue eyes reminiscent of the ocean. During most of the seasons, he remains a fair pale complexion, but darkens in the summer to a tan. His strong, athletic physique seems to naturally counter his handsome visage to even standard With a strong bearing in his walk, he carries himself like the noble knight he is. He possesses classic, simple features such as his arched eyebrows, ordinary lips, an unnoticeably small nose with a very normal ridge. Previous battles have given him a single scar that rides from a tad over his left jawline down to his collarbone on the same side, which bears a charm of its own.  +
Artorius Malvici +	Standing at six feet, four inches tall, Artorius is certainly of a tall stature. He sports shoulder length black hair, with a light beard and blue eyes reminiscent of the ocean. During most of the seasons, he remains a fair pale complexion, but darkens in the summer to a tan. His strong, athletic physique seems to naturally counter his handsome visage to even standard With a strong bearing in his walk, he carries himself like the noble knight he is. He possesses classic, simple features such as his arched eyebrows, ordinary lips, an unnoticeably small nose with a very normal ridge. Previous battles have given him a single scar that rides from a tad over his left jawline down to his collarbone on the same side, which bears a charm of its own.  +
Artur Redrain +	Artur is narrow, slender and lanky, with a sharp bite to the angle of his hips. Everything about him is long: long legs, long torso, long arms, long, slim fingers. Energetic, dynamic in motion and closely muscled, his lanky height is wiry and tight, rather than built heavily or bulky. Freckles spatter his high-boned, sharply angled features. His brown eyes are striking in clarity and color, their warm hue suggestive of cinnamon. His hair is kept short, neatly trimmed and darkly golden. There's a suggestion of coltish youth and abounding energy to his body and carriage.  +
Arturo Grayhope +	A lanky, slender beanpole, this man is rises to a decent height, looking all skinnier because of it. His pale ivory flesh is littered with pitch-coloured tattoos, inked designs of birds and flowers covering most of his torso. He is of a plain face, having a long, slender nose, and narrow chin, covered by a short, patchy beard. Slim lips conceal pearly teeth, though they are rarely shown. Eyes of a piercing cerulean-blue are his most noticeable feature, their stare conveying the majority of what little emotion he shows. His dark, carob-hued hair is normally shorn close to his head.  +
Arya Gilden +	Fiery red locks cascade to mid-back, framing a visage of mischievous youth. Her pale green eyes sparkle with unspoken amusement, and the quirk of her full, soft lips invite others to smile as well. A light dusting of freckles span the bridge of her slightly upturned nose and high cheekbones, accentuating the porcelain hue of her skin. Her lithe build makes her seem to stand even taller than her already considerable height, while a naturally cinched waist and subtly curved hips keep her frame decidedly feminine.  +
Asger Crovane +	Standing tall, he is set with a powerful frame, broad shoulders, strong musculature, and a fair complexion. Pulled back in a loose braid, his dark auburn hair falls just below his shoulders. Set beneath two dark thick brows are his hazel green eyes and a noble aquiline nose that while fairly straight, shows signs of having been broken in the past. His hands are rough and calloused, showing numerous scars both new and old along the knuckles and backs.  +
Asha Espina +	Tall and lean, Asha has the build of a Champion. Her bronze skin marred with the odd scars, the most noteable along her cheek, lower lip and right temple creating stark silvery lines. Comely but lacking in the true beauty often associated with those of a higher station, which she seeks to make up for in charisma and showmanship.  +
Asher Grayhope +	Average weight and height, and build, and clothes... This man looks so very bland. A commoner, easily; no flair, no sense of fashion. Deep brown fabric, with dust and possibly mud. Hair messily kept and a boring, dull brown. His eyes flash a peculiar blue - peculiar compared to the rest, that is. They stand out as mischievous and possibly intellectual. In another life he could be a scholar, perhaps someone important. But he very clearly won't get much attention for very long.  +
Asher Morrlin +	Average weight and height, and build, and clothes... This man looks so very bland. A commoner, easily; no flair, no sense of fashion. Deep brown fabric, with dust and possibly mud. Hair messily kept and a boring, dull brown. His eyes flash a peculiar blue - peculiar compared to the rest, that is. They stand out as mischievous and possibly intellectual. In another life he could be a scholar, perhaps someone important. But he very clearly won't get much attention for very long.  +
Ashkyr Elensar +	A broad shouldered figure packed with sturdy muscle made up Ashkyr's sturdy frame, a frame that was originally built and used aboard a ship. His hands were rough to the touch, calloused heavily from a lifetime of hoisting sails, and kept in their condition by his martial craft. Dark brown hair crowned his scar-less features, the most prominent of which were his strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a nose that had clearly been broken more than a few times. Overall, he was handsome in a rugged sense, and looked capable of defending himself in melee combat, no matter the weapon.  +
Ashlinn Speare +	Ashlinn is tall, and not 'for a woman', but just in general. She's pretty, with dark hair and eyes, but with the bluff face and open demeanor of a commoner originating far from the city of Arx. Her hair is nice and wavy and so damned thick it defies any style more complicated than a long, heavy braid and may very well eat any combs that try to do something fancier. Dark brown eyes don't miss a thing, but don't do much to hide, either. Sun-dark skin is marred here and there with scars picked up from a life spent first working in a field and then later fighting in one. Given a slight crook in its bridge it's likely her nose has been broken once or twice, and given a slight crook in her smile it's as possible that her jaw has as well. Still, the smile is there as often as not.  +
Ashlyn Velenosa +	Fair ash blonde hair falls about her in long, wispy curls that frame a pale face with ice blue eyes and soft pink lips. Her ivory skin and small, slender frame make her reminiscent of a doll. She is desirable but there's a hint of something devious in those eyes. She's got delicate curves, enough without being overly endowed with a thin waist and pointed face with sharp eyes and high cheekbones. Her nose and lips are the softer of her features.  +
Ashlyn Velenosa/Reflection +	Fair ash blonde hair falls about her in long, wispy curls that frame a pale face with ice blue eyes and soft pink lips. Her ivory skin and small, slender frame make her reminiscent of a doll. She is desirable but there's a hint of something devious in those eyes. She's got delicate curves, enough without being overly endowed with a thin waist and pointed face with sharp eyes and high cheekbones. Her nose and lips are the softer of her features.  +
Ashur Sanna +	Strong, lean and built for speed. Ashur had spent so much of his life slipping through cracks in caves, ducking beneath fallen timbers. He had no time to get fat and no need to get muscular. He was rugged in some ways. He looked a little more aged beyond his years from so much time in the sun and from winds on the seas, but there was a spark within him; a light fueled by curiosity, determination and possibility that could be seen through his eyes, darkened some personal haunting.  +
Aslaug Winge +	Painted with an earthy pallet, Aslaug is more striking than beautiful. She's taller than most women, and while lean and smooth in her movements there is a certain easy confidence in her steps and an ownership of the space around herself. Her hair is long, the same mahogany as rain soaked redwood, just as often brushed as tangled and most often left hanging down around her shoulders and back. Her eyes are the same crisp blue as the winter sky. Her skin is a sun warmed tan, though much of it is covered by her typically well worn attire. Her features are angular, a bit too sharp to be called pretty. Often some sort of charm, or feather or animals tooth can be found hanging around her neck or wound up in her hair.  +
Asphodel Leary +	First is the stretch of ruin scarred deeply into her pale face's right half. Beginning above the brow, furrowing through the eyeless socket - the eyelid's skin sunken in sightless folds over the hole to heal shut in irregular joins of flesh like melted wax - and devastating down to cleave the right corner of her upper lip, a grievous scar is the memory of what must be an axe's wound dealt with terrible force. Aside the brutal wound there are vestiges of beauty. An oval face once held a pleasing symmetry, with large, wide and icy gray eyes, their color making a stark palette with hair a pin-straight, lustrous black. Her nose slopes finely to a smart little ball-tip above full, lush lips and a soft, rounded chin, a collection of youthful and doll-like features that would make a picture of innocence if not for the cruel chasm splitting her visage.  +
Asralyn Venac +	Asralyn is tall, splendidly shaped, and lithe. In her movements is evoked the ease of grace seen in panthers and mountain-cats. But she has a thick, full mane of dark brown hair cut from the shadows that ripples down to her shoulders, reveling in the slightest breeze. Her sharp, narrow eyes glint with hazel-hue and on occasion the slightest touch of kohl is used like a whetstone to keep that edge.  +
Asriel Darkwater +	Asriel Darkwater is lean in the way of a man who will occasionally forget or forego a meal, but his height chases away any notion that he's truly inappreciable of build. The unruly hair which crowns his head is sometimes tamed, and though he's come into his middling years it is as night-dark as it was in his youth even if some strands of moonsilver have gathered near each temple. Age has stripped some of the polish from him that many might have come to expect from a member of the Peerage, but it is an age he has settled into quite admirably and it has done little to dull the fierce intelligence that shines within his brown-black eyes nor the often tempestuous looks he no doubt learned from the very weather itself around his ancestral home of Darkwater Watch.  +
Asterion Havmarke +	A wiry man of average height, Asterion looks as though he may have been rather hale, perhaps even handsome, in his youth. Today, though, a pale complexion and pockmarked, weather-beaten face give him the look of a stern and severe middle-aged man. Wrinkled cheeks frame a narrow, angular nose, and lips drawn into a near-permanent scowl rest inside a beard that is manicured only enough so that it might truly be called 'groomed'. Gray has begun to discolor coppery-brown hair which is kept long enough only to be combed to the side. His most striking feature, likely, is a pair of viridian eyes that carry the weight of careful consideration and no small degree of judgment.  +
Astor Larrant +	This man stands just a few inches above average for a man, and he has a fit physique that one could describe as athletic. Coppery hair cut at shoulder-length combines with a not-quite-clean-shaven, freckled face that leaves some scruff on his chin and stubble on his jaw to give him a rugged visage. His arms and legs are fit in the way someone constantly required to labor away on one's own two feet would be fit, and his chest and back show decently-developed muscles as well. He bears no serious scars though; just some callused hands from regular exertion.  +
Astraea Redrain +	Astraea, like her mother and twin sister, is mostly without pigment of the flesh or hair. With skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, rosy cherubic cheeks and heart shaped lips these distinctive features are often some of the first things passerby might notice. The silken white tresses that frame her face and flow around her airily adds an unearthly quality to her person. Astraea stands at middling height, average in that regard but somehow her presence is almost that of someone twice her size even if she is trying to avoid scrutiny. She is delicate of limb but possessing a well toned frame that belies her athleticism and her arms and legs terminate into delicate appendages. Her nails are often manicured and colored according to whatever whimsical fancy she desires. Subtle curves are still padded with baby fat, her voluptuous figure otherwise filled out in delightfully alluring proportions and being that her cerulean blue eyes are flecked with golds and yellows it's easy to see how someone might call her exotic.  +
Astraea Valardin +	Astraea, like her mother and twin sister, is mostly without pigment of the flesh or hair. With skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, rosy cherubic cheeks and heart shaped lips these distinctive features are often some of the first things passerby might notice. The silken white tresses that frame her face and flow around her airily adds an unearthly quality to her person. Astraea stands at middling height, average in that regard but somehow her presence is almost that of someone twice her size even if she is trying to avoid scrutiny. She is delicate of limb but possessing a well toned frame that belies her athleticism and her arms and legs terminate into delicate appendages. Her nails are often manicured and colored according to whatever whimsical fancy she desires. Subtle curves are still padded with baby fat, her voluptuous figure otherwise filled out in delightfully alluring proportions and being that her cerulean blue eyes are flecked with golds and yellows it's easy to see how someone might call her exotic.  +
Astrid Ulbran +	Astrid can be found with a broad and welcoming smile in all but the most serious of conversations. It's this smile that sets off the rest of her features, from the high cheekbones to the warmth of her chocolate brown eyes. Confidence is seen in her sure movement and stately bearing to give her a presence that's hard to overlook in the short package. Sun-darkened skin either speaks to heritage or a ample time of out doors and mixes with ombre hair in loose curls past her shoulders to paint the whole of her in the radiance of dark golds and warm browns.  +
Astyr Vanha +	The brightness of Astyr's smile disarms as skillfully as a swordman's parry; the warmth of her voice is a riposte that strikes clean. She has a warm and effortless manner, and if at times she gives herself airs, she catches herself, and pulls herself back from the edge of arrogance. She's lovely, but it's the enthusiasm and the determination that light her features that make her beautiful. It's rare that shadows cloud her features, but when they do, her sorrow is profoundly felt. She's a creature of passions, but she's careful to cultivate the right ones.  +
Aswin Ulbran +	Bright blue eyes gaze forth from beneath a pair of dark brows with an alert inquisitiveness for the world around this man. A dusky tan complexion from hours spent beneath the sun graces a face blessed with high cheekbones and a strong jawline kept clean shaven every morning. He possesses a roguish quality that manages handsome, but there is an undeniable quality about him that speaks of a hunger and intensity fostered by a life of survival. His black hair is worn closely cropped in a neat style. His attire is simple and functional. A set of darkly colored breeches of a fine leather covers his lower half and are tucked into a set of well worn leather boots, while a dark blue shirt can be seen beneath the leather body armor that covers his chest.  +
Athaur Rivenshari +	Athaur is a river ravashari used to sailing the water and living in the wilds, with narrow shoulders and lean muscle of years of manning the boats. His sharp mocha eyes, twinkle with mischief, miss little and reflect whatever the situation demands. His easy smiles are used to put others at ease. His long chestnut hair tied back so that it doesn't get in his way. Neatly trimmed goatee gives him a rakish flare. His voice has a musical quality that makes people want to listen. While he may seem lazy to those that underestimate him, his body moves quick like a viper when trouble occurs.  +
Atherton Galeren +	It's clear that the man before you has seen his fair share of violence. Dark red hair well-streaked with gray is tousled over his head, long to nearly his shoulders and cut jaggedly. His face wavers between stubble and a very short beard, depending on the day. His skin is tan and leathery, hands as calloused as a poor farmer's. Scars abound in numerous places but none of them vital; he still has both hardened hazel eyes that tend to squint and furrow as a natural state of rest.  +
Atreylan Hollowood +	Atreylan has no great stature, no height or width of note. He is of a decidedly average frame, the sort of man who remains thin purely due to the occasional missed meal rather than any labor. His features are sharp, and narrow, with dark-hued green eyes and pale lips. Brown hair is neatly shorn atop his head, long enough to run his fingers through, but little more. His nose, while short, could take an eye. Ink has stained his fingertips, likely to the bone, and his nails are permanently marred by too many long days with a quill. Little in the way of a hard life has marked him, smooth fingers noting that he's lead a life of at least some privilege.  +
Atria Ulixes +	Atria is a woman made attractive through the culmination of her flaws. Her forehead is just a little too tall. Her ears are just a little too big. Her nose a tiny bit too small for a face where the jawline is more pronounced than the cheeks can give it balance. But together it all works, giving her something of an exotic look that's helped out by eyes of molten silver ringed on the outside by a milky jade. Of course those eyes are also have slitted pupils running vertically. Her hair is long, neary waist-length, and formed of strands of silver ranging from bright pewter to tarnished argent. Taken on the whole, it just works, taking her from cute to striking.  +
Atrid Darkwater +	Atrid is a tall man around 6'5" and weighing in at about 285lbs of muscle. His Hair is black and cascades down to around his mid back. Generally he keeps his hair tied back to keep it out of his face. His eyes are almost a molten gold in color and his skin tone is more of a mocha coloring due to his time outside in the sun regularly he tends to be even darker than his normal mocha complexion. He tends to dress in comfortable and yet practical clothing mostly in tones of black and reds and blues.  +
Auda Crown +	Sandy hair falls around her shoulders in streaks of brown and sun-bleached blonde, wild and roughly curly. Her eyes are vivid emerald, jewel-toned and crystal clear. Honestly, they're probably the most beautiful part of the entire girl, set as they are in a sun-kissed, freckled face. Dark circles often rim her eyes in a beautiful shade of bruise, whether from violence or sleep deprivation, and the bright red of her painted lips so rarely succeeds in distracting. Auda's athletic by necessity, thin by circumstance. Meals are often skipped, and unlike knights or soldiers, she doesn't actually -work- at her physique.  +
Auda Florin +	Sandy hair falls around her shoulders in streaks of brown and sun-bleached blonde, wild and roughly curly. Her eyes are vivid emerald, jewel-toned and crystal clear. Honestly, they're probably the most beautiful part of the entire girl, set as they are in a sun-kissed, freckled face. Dark circles often rim her eyes in a beautiful shade of bruise, whether from violence or sleep deprivation, and the bright red of her painted lips so rarely succeeds in distracting. Auda's athletic by necessity, thin by circumstance. Meals are often skipped, and unlike knights or soldiers, she doesn't actually -work- at her physique.  +
Auda Waters +	Sandy hair falls around her shoulders in streaks of brown and sun-bleached blonde, wild and roughly curly. Her eyes are vivid emerald, jewel-toned and crystal clear. Honestly, they're probably the most beautiful part of the entire girl, set as they are in a sun-kissed, freckled face. Dark circles often rim her eyes in a beautiful shade of bruise, whether from violence or sleep deprivation, and the bright red of her painted lips so rarely succeeds in distracting. Auda's athletic by necessity, thin by circumstance. Meals are often skipped, and unlike knights or soldiers, she doesn't actually -work- at her physique.  +
Audgrim Veilandir +	Tall and fit, he has amber eyes framed by long lashes, a classically handsome face with a scar across one eyebrow, and short dark hair. There is stubble most days, shaving not a daily occurance. He is an athlete, shown in the way he moves with control and confidence, and he has a guarded and careful way, without having an unfriendly air.  +
Audrey None (formerly Valardin) +	Once Audrey was thought to be a beauty for the ages, but the years have been unkind to the reviled Oathlander. Her stunning blue eyes are sunk in her face, and her cheekbones are pronounced in a mix of aristocratic features and poor diet. Her blue eyes are windows into the mind of a woman wrought of sheer willpower who just won't quit, and at the same time reveal a need for kindness that is rarely visited upon her. Tall, lanky, deadly are all words one would use to describe the warrior, her once lush silvery mane of hair cut so it won't get in the way of fighting, kept short and spiky and her skin tan from the endless hours of riding she must do every day.  +
Audric Crown +	While not precisely an epitome of masculine godhood, Audric has a certain roguish charm that makes one think he probably invented the term. Dark hair, tousled on the very best of days frames an angular face. A scar, generously described as vicious by someone trying to get on his good side mars his left cheek, from the outside corner of one deep blue eye to just above his lips. It can be hard to tell if he smiles or sneers in the politest way possible, and his nose is crooked just enough to lend him an air of authenticity to his rough roots. He carries an athletic build well, moving like he knows how to use a sword, but practices an economy of movement, only expending the minimum amount of energy necessary to accomplish his task. Whether it's to hide his intentions, or sheer laziness, it may be the greatest mystery of the Lower Boroughs.  +
Audric de Lire +	While not precisely an epitome of masculine godhood, Audric has a certain roguish charm that makes one think he probably invented the term. Dark hair, tousled on the very best of days frames an angular face. A scar, generously described as vicious by someone trying to get on his good side mars his left cheek, from the outside corner of one deep blue eye to just above his lips. It can be hard to tell if he smiles or sneers in the politest way possible, and his nose is crooked just enough to lend him an air of authenticity to his rough roots. He carries an athletic build well, moving like he knows how to use a sword, but practices an economy of movement, only expending the minimum amount of energy necessary to accomplish his task. Whether it's to hide his intentions, or sheer laziness, it may be the greatest mystery of the Lower Boroughs.  +
Augustus Grayson +	Tall, at over six feet in height, this man has the bearing of elegance and refinement. He is an older gentleman, looking quite well for his age. Sandy-blonde hair, much of it turning to white, brushed back over his head to reveal a dashing widows peak. He has a short, well maintained beard that wraps around his mouth and extends up both sides of his jaw to form sideburns that meet his hair, with his cheeks kept clean shaven. His nose is rather aquiline in appearance, a traditionally noble masculine feature. His eyes are a deep blue-green colour, and are almost always totally devoid of humour, there is always a clear, cold and calculating intelligence hidden behind those eyes.  +
Aurelia Pravus +	Aurelia's sunkissed skin never darkens more than a few shades past pale, and constellations of freckles erupt in erratic patterns across her form. Although most concentrated about her shoulders and arms, a few wayward motes color the apples of her cheeks and the curving bridge of her nose. Fair brown hair spills to mid-back in a tumble of subtle twists and curls that assert themselves near the end of their lifespan. She has a narrow, delicate face with bright green eyes that seem to thirst for a light to make them sparkle with mischief. Thin, tender lips share color with pale pink coral. Although slender and slim bodied, her lean legs and narrow waist lend the contours of her hips a loftier presence contrasted against the gracility of her silhouette.  +
Aurelian Valardin +	Standing at five feet eleven inches (1.8 meters), this young man looks to be in his early twenties with bronzed skin, dirty-blonde hair, and strikingly pale blue eyes. His skin tone appears to be the result in time spent outdoors rather than nature, and his hair is left at jaw-length but well groomed and clean.  +
Aureth Grayhope +	Once wiry and lean, the basic concept of Aureth's frame remains the same, but years and privilege have made inroads the slim lines, thickening about his waist. His fair hair is lighter than once, dusty gold lightened by pale silver to a spun sheen of electrum in bright light, worn long and thick. His eyes are gray, hinted with blue if he dresses for it. His thick, defined eyebrows and neat, well-kept beard match the sllvery blond of his mane. His skin is a little weathered, marked by lines at the corners of his mouth, crow's feet crinkling the corners of his pale eyes. His fair skin tends to freckle. He has a strong jaw and a bold nose, and the faint pinch of a frown at his brow rarely entirely fades. When it does, it is to a wide, brilliant smile that transforms and youthens his face, and invites the observer to join him.  +
Auriela Malvici +	Sculpted elegance. The Lady Auriela Malvici holds herself and her appearance to a high standard at all times. A face and posture that has been well cared for like a fine Lycene Red, the Lady Auriela's features exude the meticulous care that she has put in. Tumbling locks of rich brown hair kiss upon her shoulders and chest to frame her wide-set icy-hued eyes. Well kept eyebrows are drawn over her eyes, a small angular nose. Full red lips spread across Auriela's mouth, cheeks toned in slight drawing across to a small flat chin. Slender in arms, rakish in hips, there is not a touch of fat to the body of the elegant Auriela.  +
Aurora Thornburn +	Curly wisps of rich red auburn hued hair frame Aurora's heart shaped face, casting an approachable appearance to the woman's already sociable demeanor. Her emerald eyes take in her surroundings with an air of naivete, a sense of wonderment and excitement projecting from her gaze at any new things she may come across. Her eyes, matched with her full lips, leaves very little hidden as to what sort of mood the woman may find herself in.  +
Aurus Wyrmguard +	A tall and austere man, he may well have been broken from a block of august marble. Well defined cheek bones, a square cut jaw, and aquiline nose lend to the strict, classically distinguished look that tends towards the severe. Vibrant blue eyes, the color of rich ultramarine, his eyes are flecked with silver and fill a sharp, attentive gaze. His fair complexion is smooth alabaster, with almost absolute lack of pockmarks or scars. The most distinguishing feature, however, is his shocking golden ash-blond hair, cropped close and styled carefully in a kempt sweep above his forehead. The muscles of his well-toned upper body are starkly delineated, as are the honed cords of muscles in his legs, suggesting an extremely well-honed physique.  +
Austen Ferron +	A man of tall height and physical rigidity, Austen is imposing for someone so young. His set of rust brown eyes beneath tufted brows seem to look right through a person, carrying within them an eerie amount of intensity. His dark hair is cropped close to his scalp, longer on the crown of his head and tapering shorter on the sides. His nose is slightly crooked due to having been broken and healed awkwardly, but otherwise his facial features are unblemished, if not considered plain. He has the lean, muscular appearance of somebody accustomed to hard training.  +
Austin Goddard +	Austin isn't the most handsome branch of the...branch...bunch? Bunch of branches? Sure. We'll go with that. He definitely fell far, far from the top of the ugly tree. And he sure hit plenty of ugly branches along the way. It's pretty unfortunate, really. He looks pretty unfortunate. He's naturally lanky and spindly, like a bean pole, but looks like he does a lot of push-ups to compensate. Only a more ambitious upstart would think to try his luck against him. Especially coupled with his natural swagger and cartoonishly confident smirk. But his face, it's really too bad--to start, a poor mouth-to-face ratio, accented by caterpillar eyebrows and snaggleteeth that turn into a jack'o'lantern whenever he grins. Which is often. He really needs to do something about those teeth. As per his dress, he wears common clothing day-to-day, but keeps it unusually well-kept and properly fitting; it looks like it was tailored specifically for his figure.  +
Avak Zadarra +	This tall man stands 6 feet 7 inches, and is lightly muscled. His body is verry scared, with 1 long scar on his forarm, 2 on his palm and a small one on his left wrist. He has short black hair with hints of red, and his skin is quite tan from exposure to the sun. His eyes are a bright blue, and his eyebrows are quite bushy. He has long limbs, and his fingernails are well trimmed.  +
Avaline Velenosa +	A critical evaluation of the young woman would describe her form as compact and efficient; petite in height, and comprised almost entirely of lean muscle. Though softer in their construction, her facial features seem similarly sculptured; high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a delicate aquiline nose. Avaline’s full lips rest naturally upturned, giving the sense of a constant secretive smile, which only amplifies the curious spark in her eyes. Her hair is a nod to fashion and function, the great length of the large soft curls of hair swept off her neck in braids and twists, yet never managing to fully confine the long bangs that frame her face.  +
Avary Ashford +	Only slightly veering on the side of short rather than tall, this woman nevertheless manages a regal bearing with lean, sharp lines of limbs and pale ivory skin. Her hair is a golden blonde that touches to platinum in the light, kept in loose curls to her shoulders and framing a strong face. A high forehead and thick, arched brows frame wide, hooded eyes that shift from blue to green. Her cheeks are full above a blunt, square jaw. Bowed lips are pink and her nose is small and short.  +
Avasyn Culler +	The first thing you see of this woman is her gleaming white hair, reflecting the light radiantly. It cascades right down to her lower back and over her shoulders in gentle waves and curls like a waterfall, with stray strands sweeping across her brow over contrasting dark eyebrows. Her large eyes, framed by full dark lashes, hold ones attention, dragging them down into their sapphire blue depths, filled with strong emotions of melancholy and cold reservation. But her face seldom gives off emotion, constantly neutral besides for the occasional arch of a slender brow or mild frown. Dark pink, full lips stand out on her pale unblemished skin, her face graced with gentle features. She lacks the confidence to be stunning, and the frequent appearance of dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep mars her features, but she still carries a mysterious and gentle beauty about her. Perhaps it's her hair, which seems almost ethereal with its strange colour. Her body is slender, lacking in any form of muscle tone, and padded enough to give her feminine curves but not overly large breasts. She seems weak, perhaps overly so, hinting to some kind of illness. She doesn't talk much, but when she does her voice is musical and gentle, never raising to a shout as it remains cool and nonchalant. She moved with fluid grace, and she carries the aroma of many herbs from working.  +
Averie Ashford +	An athletic musculature on a wiry frame makes up the core of Averie. She has long, flaxen blonde hair that ends at mid-back, the tips slightly darker than the roots. Her cornflower blue eyes are a dominating feature of her face, fiercely angelic, but the thin slash of her mouth makes apparent the determined nature deep within. Her nose bridge is small, ending with a pert tip, and her face shape is a sensible oval.  +
Aviana Bertram +	Aviana is a beautiful girl, with a full face, and cascading dark brown hair that seems to naturally curl. Hazel eyes, and her common serious look are often able to transfix those she watches. Standing at 5'3", she is not very tall but seems to be well built for her size and age. She's got well sculpted curves, in all the right places, giving her a serious, but mature, womanly figure.  +
Avita Seraceni +	There is an air of mystery and intrigue about her fine features and smoldering amber gaze; a glint of mischief in those curious, attentive eyes that's easy to miss and hard to ignore all at once. The impish image cultivated there loses nothing in the coy curl of lips in suggestive smirk, or charming devil-may-care grin so commonly worn. Her skin is youthful perfection, the colour of over-creamed coffee, free from blemish of battle or sign of senescence, her cheeks rosy with a fetching blush of life. Her hair is a tumble of warmest black, loose curls that shine with a healthy luster until they meet their terminus just above the hip's swell, often decorated by precious metals and over-precious gems meant to catch the light and the eye alike. She is a graceful figure, tall and long of limb with the dignified stride of a dancer taking the stage, and a presence that suggests the show is about to begin.  +
Avovorinth Seraceni +	Avovorinth is a very androgynous looking young man. He has long black hair with strands coming in as a deep and dark red. He has facial painting in red dye. Many consider him to be pretty, but with his cursed vision all he see's is a monstrous horror. He is a lithe and graceful person moving with precision and dexterity. Despite this he often twitches in a full bodied panic for moments at a time.  +
Axel Culler +	Fair skinned and standing at about average height, Axel seems to be lean and fit enough to take care of himself on the streets, but not enough to impress anybody. His gray eyes, while not as piercing as the brighter shades, make up for it with the inquisitive gaze their owner usually holds, and his thick, striking eyebrows draw all the more attention to them, only adding to the effect. The right eye has a large scar going over it, starting from the edge of his hairline, all the way down to his cheek. The black hair of his beard is, generally, somewhat well-kept, unlike the messy ponytail that covers his head. His lips are somewhat thin and often curl into a curt smirk, instead of putting on a smile. Overall, his facial features are relatively simple, but when put all together, they make for a rather handsome individual.  +
Azhan Arrynfield +	Set above his hawkish nose are a pair of large bright grey eyes that are narrowly-spaced from each other. His facial features are generally gaunt and spare, with high-set cheekbones that are accentuated by his thinness. Reaching the nape of his neck is wavy dark hair that looks to be ever tousled, completely covering his forehead. Thin lips stretch across this young man's face, and when revealed, his teeth are nearly neatly aligned with a little crowding on the bottom half. Holding his head aloft is a rather slender neck that shows a large Adam's apple jutting out. Long, wiry arms stretch out from his pinched-in shoulders, with his hands bearing calluses. He is of a severe thin frame, with his ribs poking out and most movements of his body showing tendons twitching or just bone. From his slender hips are a pair of tenuous legs, bearing enough strength to carry his weak body.  +
Azolla Nightgold +	Soft ebony hair frames the young woman's heart-shaped face and it has been delicately braided with adornments of charms and beads. Dark lashes accent her emerald eyes and soft rosy skin. She has the frail frame of someone who suffered childhood illness. She moves with an alluring grace and is often times found undertaking some new artistic endeavor.  +
Azova Darkwater +	There is a subtly elfin quality to Azova's features: high, thinly angled bones, with a delicate point to her chin and her nose a pert snub. Her hair is fine, too, a silky fall of amber, gossamer and straight. Her eyes are large and bright, a clear blue whose brilliance suggests sea and sky in the frame of thick, pale eyelashes. Her mouth is thin and pink, and the apples of her cheeks flush with some frequency due to the treachery of her fair, fair skin. Prone to alert, gazelle-like stillness, Azova can often be seen looking up and away, listening, before plunging into a dynamic flurry of activity, leading with swift certainty in her slim, long-fingered hands.  +
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Babette Grayson +	Red-gold hair has been swept back away from her face in a simple ponytail, allowing her large green eyes to take everything in. Her skin is pale from a lack of sunlight, likely due to spending hours in doors. She is of average height with an athletic build and a nearly ever-present smile on her face.  +
Baelor Keaton +	A man of some height and strong bearing, Baelor isn't one to slouch in public. Coming from good Oathlands stock means he is burly and wide chested. But something skewed him and set him apart from his brethren, near platinum white blonde hair is pulled back from his face and wound at the nape of his neck. When he moves, there is a stiffness to him as if he hadn't made it free of his battles without his own share of injuries  +
Baelos Redrain +	Baelos is unmistakably northern in features - fair skin, deep auburn hair, and clear blue eyes. He wears a full beard that is a deeper red than his hair, which disguises both a strong jaw line and his expression when it serves him. He often flashes a devil-may-care smile, which wins over both northern and southern alike. Tall and athletic, he moves with a self-confident bearing that borders on swagger.  +
Bahiya Mathali +	There are no hard edges to Bahiya. Feminine and soft, she moves with a dancer's grace and economy of movement. Golden skin and abundant curves, with dark gray eyes and a mane of thick, dark brown hair, she is both dignified and inviting in her manner. Sightless eyes are sometimes unfocused when she shifts her attention, her expressive features are quick to light up with a smile, and her neutral expression one of warmth.  +
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.  +