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| Baldessare Velenosa + | It's body language that creates Baldessare's strong impression. He carries himself with driven confidence. His low voice is bold and resonant. His eyes are intensely dark, framed by absurdly long lashes beneath the thickness of well-defined eyebrows. His lips are more full than thin, mobile in the midst of the strong lines of nose and jaw. His skin is a dusky olive brown. He frequently keeps a neat, dark beard. The sculpt of his features could be the cast of a soldier's statue, but his face is too lively, his expression rarely still. Tall and lean, he looks like a swordsman, built on muscular lines that match the strength of his long fingers. + |
| Baldwin Fidante + | Tall and muscular, Baldwin is a somewhat handsome man, with a reserved outward demeanor. His coloring and features are those most prominent in the South, his hair black and ink and kept trimmed short, his beard trimmed, enhacing the well defined line of his jaw. His nose is straight and his eyes are a stormy blue, always watchful. His motions are guarded and always economical, as are his words. When he speaks, however, it is with a distinct baritone. + |
| Baltus Darkwater + | Tall, at just over six feet in height. His shoulder length mocha brown hair seems to have a mind of its own, the locks curling over his forehead and towards his ear from behind his neck. With his dark eyebrows and stubble, which runs primarily along his jawbone, leaving his cheeks smooth. Chocolate Brown eyes seem to stand out against his sun-kissed complexion. + |
| Barbrey Blackwood + | Barbrey is past her prime and into the winter of her life, and her weathered face bears all the wrinkles and deep lines one might expect of a woman of near sixty. A hard-lined, square jaw is framed by a mop of wild grey hair, with the occasional auburn streak harkening back to her youth in a faded, rugged Northern beauty. Tall for a woman, there is an alert and ready position to her posture, and when she moves, only the slightest slowness of age shows -- it seems that the years have at least granted her longevity. Her figure is still lean and muscled, and a perpetually wild look in her eye makes her seem ever-ready for combat. + |
| Barik Reed + | Barik is a broad-shouldered figure of lanky physique and a thin, frequently excercised waist. Naturally athletic, yet lacking in any hints of strength to assert him a warrior, he poses as an average figure, for an average people. Despite such, his physique remains coarse due to constant travelling, and being exposed to the outdoors. His hair is a raven black color, perpetually cut short to a natural swoop of a combover that inherently swings right. Disenchanting, muddy green eyes stare beneath two bushy, crowded brows, with a nose most certainly broken at least twice crookedly sitting between them. The appendages of his arms are wide; his fingers are long and rotund. + |
| Barric Grayson + | A perfect mix of Hero of Old and Charming Prince, Barric has the look of the most courtly patron, with the soul of a time where men viewed Duty and Honor as highly as Glory. Black hair, kept in a neat military cut gives his face a slightly severe look. His bright blue eyes shimmer with a life of their own, whether in the rare glimpses of boyish joy, or in their typical focused determination, evaluating a situation quickly. His smiles, though tending to be rare, are brilliant things, giving people pause to wonder. His strong jaw and broad frame are the things artist consider when creating art of the legends of old, with graceful movements and powerful motions. {w({nHe is completely clean-shaven, meticulously so, not a single hair to be found on his face or jaw.{w){n + |
| Bashira Ru-Taul + | Bashira stands at seven inches over five feet tall with a figure that is athletic but femininely so. And, of course, she has the face of an angel. Her complexion is lightly tanned. This is mainly due to her heritage and days spent in the sunlight. Her intelligent hazel eyes are emphasized by the long black lashes that surround them and by the ebon brows above them that lift expressively when she speaks. Her heavy, raven hair is a mass of unruly curls and wispy tendrils that surround her face like a secretive shadow. Her hair reaches to her waist and generally holds braids with shells and pearls within them. + |
| Basilio Cabral + | A leanly built youth cut of swimmer's muscles and laughlines. His shoulders have been made sturdy by ropes and riggings, telling of his time spent at sea. The sun has darkened his skin with a healthy ruddiness common to those from the tropics. Evidence of a colorful childhood decorates his complexion in scars here and there but the surefootedness of his gait suggests that these have been challenges he might even look back on fondly. Hair brown like coconuts is thick on his head, as are the expressive brows over his dark eyes. The knit of his features are pleasantly proportionate and warm, simplicity being his charm. His voice is a tenor coarse with the enthusiasm of a lad nearly past his teenage years. + |
| Bastien + | Bastien is all long limbs and graceful hands and lean, whippet lines to his frame. He can move with surprising grace and dexterity, and his carriage holds a certain hauteur that he hasn't exactly earned. He has an even, well-bred handsomeness to him, strong-jawed and straight-nosed, but it's often distracted by a sense of harried unkemptness from too many long nights at work. His hair is dark, his eyes a clear blue flecked with green, and he can vary widely from stubble to a full beard, depending on his current obsession level. + |
| Bastien Crown + | Bastien is all long limbs and graceful hands and lean, whippet lines to his frame. He can move with surprising grace and dexterity, and his carriage holds a certain hauteur that he hasn't exactly earned. He has an even, well-bred handsomeness to him, strong-jawed and straight-nosed, but it's often distracted by a sense of harried unkemptness from too many long nights at work. His hair is dark, his eyes a clear blue flecked with green, and he can vary widely from stubble to a full beard, depending on his current obsession level. + |
| Baz Thornburn + | Tall and slender, Baz is the epitome of nights without sleep, days without care and passion without check. There's a hunger to her pale gray eyes and her lean frame, a gauntness only offset by a pair of lips that, despite occasionally being chapped with neglect, are overfull, most often set in a caustic slant. There's a reserve and a wildness that battle for dominance in the neglect of her long and straight tawny hair, the rumpled and unkempt suits that sit on her insubstantial frame like castoffs. + |
| Beatrice Malespero + | Beatrice is a pretty young lady with exceptional facial features and a slim but feminine figure. She makes the best of her Lycene heritage, putting herself together in a carefully crafted way when she makes public appearances. Her coloration makes her a stand-out among nobles: with dark, thick hair, dark, thick eyebrows, tanned skin, and glittering coffee-colored eyes. She dresses to compliment her body, with the eye often drawn to her narrow waist and long legs. + |
| Beatrix Corsetina + | Beatrix is a fair-skinned, charcoal-haired, lithe woman of uncanny beauty and yet that is not what lured poets and warriors to call her the White Rose of Tor. The Corsetina's viridian eyes, holding secrets and torments, and her swagger give Beatrix irresistible airs of allure. Rarely needing to express herself with more than the faintest curl of her full lips or a shrug of her shoulders, she talks with her whole body before ever uttering a word, filling the room with her powerful voice. Her physique is slender and strong, feminine and flattering in its grace and elegance. + |
| Beaumont Valardin + | With a mane of soft, golden curls that just brush his collar, Beaumont is the picture of Valardin nobility. His fair, pampered skin is clear, as are his sky blue eyes. Long lashes and straight, youthful brows frame them as perfectly as any romantic painting, and his mouth is lush and just barely given to a melancholy downturn when he isn't grinning. Luckily, his shoulders are broad and his jaw is strong and chiseled in the perfect example of masculine beauty. + |
| Becka Honor + | %TSomber is the dark gaze of a young woman no older than eighteen years. Her caramel brown eyes seem haunted, distant and weary, yet in rare moments show a spark of life and hope. Freckles dance over the cheeks and across bridge of this young woman's nose, and her oval face is framed by wavy locks of the shimmering copper. Her nose is petit, lips full and her small chin slightly dimpled. Becka looks as if she must live on the street, for her face is at times dirty, and her clothing looks as if it could use a good wash. The pale blue dress hanging from her lithe frame could possibly be the only dress the girl owns. + |
| Bedivere Whitehawk + | Long and lean, Bedivere stands tall amongst any crowd, and carries himself in the ramrod-straight military manner. His straight nose is longer than average, perched above a square jaw, which is regularly shaven. His dark hair is of a middling length and touched with hints of silver. When he smiles, one can see how handsome he was in his youth - it's a shame, then, that he rarely does so. Of particular note is the nub where his right hand once was; the scarred arm it belongs to is usually pressed protectively against his body. + |
| Behtuk Sanna + | Behtuk is a tall, heavy man, with just enough grace to carry that mass of flesh without intruding upon others. His hair is thin, black, long, and straight. Unlike many from the North, his facial hair is sparse consisting of a drooping mustache and a braided patch on his chin. Though the muscles beneath his skin are not prominent, the strength beneath that full-figured frame is unmistakeable. + |
| Bell Cleck + | A skinny, even haggard man with sharp cheekbones and lips that tend crooked, Bell wears his hardships on his frame with more easy than he wears his ill-fitting clothing. His eyes are sharp and restless, but he moves with a swift and studied grace. That ill-fitting clothing doesn't entirely conceal that he's built to climb and to dart. + |
| Belladonna Pravus + | Undeniably beautiful, with her long flaxen locks, intensely sapphire eyes, and sharply gorgeous features, Belladonna combines her striking looks and sultry sensuality with a vibrant life in her to devastating effect. Her winsome features are those that will seem young, even when her hair has greyed, lightened by the challenging fire and daring sparkle that infests her eyes. Her lush lips are quick to smile, both in sympathy and understanding, and in a smirk of satisfaction that only seeing her enemies crushed before her can evoke. Her form is lithe and sinuous, slight of frame, but her infectious laugh and vibrancy makes her seem larger than she is. Many noblewomen tend toward fair skin, of those too important to endure the harsh suns, but Belladonna's richly tanned, smokey skin, common in the city-state of Setarco, sets her apart and lends her an exotic air. + |
| Bellamy Redrain + | Standing at a perfectly acceptable five-foot-six Bellamy is not the tallest, nor the shortest, Princess around. Her hair is a pale platinum that lingers just this side of white. Her eyes are a honeyed hazel color; green but with an amber ring around the pupil. Her lips are usually quirked up in a sweet smile below a dainty, upturned nose. Her lips are graceful and slender, lacking in muscle definition that many of the Redrain family might otherwise have. Her skin a pale that suggests she gets rarely any sun. + |
| Bellona Deucalion + | She is a strand of moonlight in the darkest woods who bears its wildness in every feature. Her hair, black as night, falls coarsely about her face, framing her pale visage in matts and twines. Despite the savagery it possesses, she wears it proudly like a crown; this unkept mane which has tangled the fingers of men both nameless and forgotten. A comeliness precedes the dirt and soot that often mars her pale skin offering the hint of woman beneath an otherwise crepuscular varmint. + |
| Benedetto Velenosa + | It's body language that creates Benedetto's dramatic impression. He carries himself with casual insouciance. His low voice is rich with laughter and invitation. His eyes are a liquid dark, framed by absurdly long lashes beneath the thickness of well-defined eyebrows. His lips are more full than thin, mobile in the midst of the strong lines of nose and jaw. His skin is a dusky olive-brown. He tends towards clean shaves. The sculpt of his features could be the cast of a pretty statue, but his face is too lively, his expression rarely still. Tall and slim, he looks like a dancer, built on agile lines that match the delicacy of his long fingers. + |
| Benedict Ferro + | Deep brown eyes and black hair are striking on this above average height male. Though ungroomed most of the time, his beard grows in as a goatee and connected moustache. His hair is kept short for ease of keeping, and his body is thick with muscle from years of armor wear and wielding and training with the large sword and armor. Broad shoulders and large arms connected to a thick torso, and legs large enough to carry all of him with ease plus much more. Caramel tanned skin and calloused hands from years of wielding a weapon and horse reigns. + |
| Benjamin Carver + | It might be the self-satisfied smile that his face finds at rest that draws attention first, or it might be the bright expressiveness of his amber eyes under the bold dark strokes of his brow and the way they seem to hold the world in such alert fascination. He has a fair complexion, well kept and shaved smooth to the skin. His hair, a dark shade of brown, is kept tidy and trimmed only to then allow it to do whatever the devil it feels like. He is built on a light frame, slender and not overly tall, with a comfortable finesse and fluidity to his movements. + |
| Benvolio Corvini + | Benvolio enjoys the trappings of his family's wealth and access to fashion in Arx. He prefers the ostentatious and colorful, and is never far from a sword or dagger. Benvolio wears a mane of long hair, left wild when possible, or bound to look presentable. His bright green eyes give him a sharp gaze. + |
| Berenice Velenosa + | Berenice is a creature of slim lines and subtle curves, her assured confidence lending her a statuesque air that her height doesn't quite earn. She is a classic Southern beauty, from the golden olive of her complexion to the high angle of her cheekbones to the rich darkness of her hair that falls in loose waves down to her lower back. The full pout of her lips is prone to mischievous curves. Her eyes are a dark, warm brown framed by thick lashes and given life and expression by the manicured arch of her brows. + |
| Berto Tiazza + | Berto isn't a particularly tall fellow, sort of stocky by nature. Nor is he particularly handsome, with an ill-healed broken nose from an old fight, a few scars here and there, and a copious number of little burns from various issues with brewing equipment. He makes up for it with a warm, white- toothed grin and long, dark lashes that draw focus to his bright, intelligent eyes. + |
| Bethany Mercier + | With a distant gaze softened by a well-arranged, amiable smile, Bethany is a strikingly pretty girl. A well-proportioned and willowy figure, carried with a practiced grace. A flawless complexion. She's the kind of young woman who is the product of a well-bred, well-lived life in the merchant class. Befitting that class, her clothing is of fine quality, but reserved -- she dresses older than she is -- and her tawny blonde hair is of indeterminate length, worn in a complicated coiled updo secured by a few fancy pins. Even though her demeanor is welcoming, there's always a sense that she holds something in reserve; her steel blue eyes are those of a woman whose soul is not easily touched. + |
| Bhandn Yvar + | Bhandn Yvar is a large man; he is an exemplar of physical strength. While his height is hardly lacking, a touch under six feet, his brawn eclipses that despite his increasing age. He is a man who trains his body in grueling ways: his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his back, and his legs are all very heavily muscled, and his clothing strains slightly to contain his powerful torso in particular. That clothing has failed in the past, as darning of various quality can be seen on the sleeves and shoulders, with other repairs done on his legs as well, including a slash on his left thigh that was sewn shut by a skilled hand. He keeps his silver hair cut short, but it is roughly done, lacking the finesse and uniformity of a trained hand. As such, his tanned face is fully visible, exposing his brown eyes and stubble for all to see. A small, thin scar exists near his right ear, as well as a nick in the lower lobe of the ear itself. Strapped to his large back are two scabbards, each with a crossguard hilt poking up over his shoulder. One bears the unmistakable signs of a peacebond, and a very thorough one at that, twice as much as necessary to meet the requirement. + |
| Bianca Wyrmguard + | Ethereal would be an apt adjective to describe the young Wyrmguard scholar. Often mistaken as a potential twin to her cousin Damon, Bianca maintains a certain sort of irrefutable beauty not often found beyond ancient fairytales of Arx. Shock white hair, sylph-like stature and crystalline gaze all command attention when the woman enters a room. + |
| Bjorn Grimhall + | This blond young man is about average height and fairly unassuming. His hair is cropped at his shoulders and he keeps a neatly trimmed goatee. The square jaw and defined cheekbones give him a strong appearance and often make him seem menacing even when he is simply calm. What really stands out about him is the fact that one eye is pale blue and the other is golden-green. He has a lean and athletic figure speaking to quickness as opposed to brute strength. + |
| Blacktongue Artiglio + | A man approaching his middle years, Blacktongue has kept most of the jet black hair, with only the barest hints of grey at the temples. He keeps his beard and moustache trimmed neat, almost stylish, though dyes it with whatever bright color suits his fancy that day. His eyes, sharp blue, pierce through the best defenses of the court, getting to the root of a person. His lithe build lends itself well to a mocking gait, or a graceful dance, usually choosing what will surprise someone the most. His smile on anyone else would be charming, but the inky hue of his tongue makes it nothing short of unnerving. + |
| Blair Elricks + | Blair is a shorter girl, standing closer to five feet. Her form is slim, small and compact. Not at all like a giant like her family. But what she lacks in sheer size, she makes up for in an ever burning smile. The bright, young girl is often smiling or laughing. Intent on spreading joy when it's needed. She has longish red hair, curly, but often tied back. And her eyes are a emerald color, pure pools of it that shine bright. Her voice is a pleasant, soft one. Youthful and full of energy. + |
| Bliss Whisper + | Despite her loose, windspun brown curls looping around an oval face, there's something so sharp about her; a bearing that shifts from cocky to outright impudent when she's flashing a particularly challenging smile. It's a sweetly bowed mouth, and she's on the tall side (if just), with an adorably upturned nose and slender shoulders. Her graceful carriage gives her an air of delicacy anchored by athletic legs and wide hips. + |
| Blossom Corsetina + | So very far from those noble women who fuss over their looks, there lies Blossom Corsetina. Undeniably pretty and seemingly completely unaware of it, she keeps her dark, curly hair in a short, messy cut to keep it out of her way. It's even money every day whether she'll have a splotch of brightly-colored paint somewhere on her cinnamon skin or the dress she's wearing. Hazel eyes bordering on brown... it's difficult to tell, because they never stay still long enough to focus on anything that isn't a painting. She's short and slender, gifted with her family's curves, but unlike her cousins, those hips will never be a danger to anyone but herself. + |
| Blush Prismatics + | The strange allure of this man is bred from the marriage of hard and soft in his features. A chiseled jawline, strong nose, and expressive mouth couple with the intense cyan blue hue of his eyes and the delicate pink tint of his wavy hair to weave beauty and brawn together in one being. An artfully kept scruff of facial hair appears effortless along his cheeks and chin. His smile is quick and easy, mirroring his seemingly natural charm, but beneath the surface is a brewing storm which he further guards through flamboyant fashions, all manner of colors adorning his lean frame. + |
| Bonibel Barleycorn + | Shortish and of average build this ginger-haired woman's appearance is held more in her personality than her modest features. Wide hazel-green eyes are shrewd and expressive with heavy auburn lashes. A full-lipped mouth bears the start of lines at its corners from the constant display of emotion. Her thick hair is long and oft partially braided to keep it back off her oval face while the rest of it hangs down her back curling just above her tailbone. + |
| Bonnie Shepherd + | Bonnie's got the kind of smile that makes folk nervous. Not because it lights up a room (though tis bright), but because it's so big. She keeps her lips rouged, and that wide grin shows off her white teeth and honestly looks a little like she might be considering taking a bite out of something. Or someone. It speaks of a hint of edge that is belied by her sweetly round face and big, warm eyes. Her hair is red-haloed dark and curls and waves wildly to her shoulders, and her skin is sun bronzed. She's got a strong nose with a button tip that is just a touch crooked, as if it has been smashed once or twice in her life, and a swagger to match her statuesque frame. This is no willowy woman; thighs and arms stacked with compact muscle she has no qualms about showing off. + |
| Bors Keaton + | One cannot help but notice Bors Keaton when he enters a room. There is a presence to him, a severity, from the pristine, razored pate of his bald head, to the lantern jaw and bulldog neck of him. His features are blunt without being coarse, chiseled in broad planes and angles. A wide brow is bisected by dark brows that rest low over a pair of deep set brown eyes. His nose has been broken more than once, his lips full, though they are most often set in a thin line that speaks of little patience for silliness or time-wasting. He is a tall man, thick with muscle, skin pale given the frequency with which he wears armor. He is meticulous in his neat appearance, further evidence of his martial nature. + |
| Bosco Caputo + | Here's a man who is probably younger than he looks. Haunted might be a good word to describe the vibe he emits; a little too hard around some edges, a little scarred and calloused on others with an oft-times far-away look when there's nothing demanding his attention. He carries himself with a posture that is at times prouder than would be suggested by his station in life. Blue eyes are pale, with a colour that feels faded and dull, lending him a hard gaze. His olive skin is no stranger to the sun, nor to injury with a catalogue of small insults writ there from blade, fire and molten metal. For all these flaws, he's not unattractive and is obviously no stranger to demanding work and effort, with an impressively sturdy build that's matched with an artisan's dexterity. Black hair is kept short but achieves a reasonable level of kemptness. + |
| Brace Din + | A delicate creation of pleasing curves and slender limbs, the svelte woman carries a history told in tattoos from the neck down-- nary a spot of flesh uninked. Her hair is long; heavy and thick, desperately dark at the roots with the added detail of sun-bleached tips. And then, there were her eyes, as unflinching as a shark's black stare despite their pleasing color, lined in midnight kohl to further draw attention. All other facial details are obscured beneath the intricate chains of her mask, visage revealed only to those who can afford it. + |
| Braden Laurent + | The young Laurent looks as attractive as most nobles do. A fine bone structure ensuring he has a handsome face, but given how little he seems to worry about shaving and keeping his hair perfect, he doesn't exactly fit in at high society gatherings. He always has a bit of a mischevieous smirk on his face, behind his short beard, as if he is always looking for something to get in trouble with, but in times of need, the seriousness he takes in keeping other people safe can be seen in his eyes which seem to shift colors depending on the current lighting. {w({nHe has a peppermint stick either in his mouth or in his hand, or at least so very close by.{w){n + |
| Brady Grayhope + | It's hard to stay mad at that face, you know? Melting brown eyes, lips a soft pout, an impossible sweetness summoned up with the flash of his teeth -- there's a shade of the long vanished cherub in the fullness of his cheeks, in the high sweep of his eyebrows. His hair is the burnished reddish richness of polished wood, but in texture a thick, luxuriant fluff, falling in loose waves inclined to rumple. There's a reedy height to him, limbs a little overlong and matched to the leanness of his frame and the youthful innocence of his features, that lends him more of that young, unfinished look. Adulthood has surely set in, and he sometimes cultivates it by flirting with a downy mustache or beard, but there's just something about his looks that makes it hard to translate youthful scoundrel shenanigans into anything more dire. + |
| Braelynn Deepwood + | Of average height and build, Braelynn is lithe and wiry. Her movements are precise and dextrous, and she seems ideally suited to long-range scouting or walks owing to her lean, healthy build. She moves with a controlled sort of grace which bespeaks a high level of activity, and her eyes rarely fail to notice important things around her. But the nigh-perpetual smile on her face gives the impression that she's not judging so much as just taking it all in. Her hair is most often pulled back in a braid or a ponytail, favoring the practical over the dramatic every time. + |
| Braith Mazetti + | Clouds of black hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers. + |
| Braith Sanna + | Clouds of black hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers. + |
| Bran Ravenseye + | Tall and broad, Bran might not have the same spry quickness he had in his younger years, but his strength and heartiness certainly don't look diminished in the slightest, even if there are a few extra pounds that weren't there a decade ago. Long, straight hair frames a bearded face, starting to grow gray with age. He has laugh lines around eyes that seem to always be assessing those his gaze lands on, and scarred hands from years of a hard Northern life. His clothing tends to the rustic, betraying his Prodigal background quicker than any accent ever could. Furs, and hides, and sturdy northern twill make up his garments, chosen for warmth and robustness rather than ostentation. + |
| Branan Dominici + | While not an overly handsome man, Branan Dominici is not exactly unattractive, with angular and aquiline features. Anxious energy and a keen attention to detail contribute to a gaze that never seems to rest unless the man is writing. Pale blue eyes are often shrouded by a fall of unkempt blondish-white hair, which complete the perpetually disheveled look he embodies, no matter how finely dressed. Dark ink stains line fingernails chewed to the quick, slender hands likewise stained. Despite spending almost all his time indoors, his Lycene heritage shows in a dusky tone to his skin. + |
| Branimir Eswynd + | The first thing one can tell when they lay eyes on this hulk of a man is that he's lived. Shoulder length hair is snow white shot through with lines of black, skin is worn from long exposure to the sun. A black leather patch is worn over his left eye, the ends of a deep scar showing above and below it. The rest of him is marked with tattoos, brands and scars, a biography of flesh telling the tale of a life lived to its fullest. While age had taken some of his muscle from him, the Prodigal is still a formidable man who towers over others. + |
| Brannen Harthall + | The young man with sun-kissed skin is often seen wearing an alert, possibly even stern, expression on his face. His face is framed by a mane of crisp, light brown hair and facial hair ranging from scruff to a well-trimmed beard in the same color. Working as a Knight of Solace includes spending time on the training grounds, wearing armor, and patrolling the roads. As such, he seems to bear the weight of his steel armor well, yet he does not appear overly muscled. Within the city of Arx, his appearance usually seems well-groomed and taken care of. + |
| Branwen Stormfeather + | There is nothing particularly outstanding about Branwen, but that is the way she likes it. A squared jaw, long auburn hair that is typically swept up in a bun or a twist, and an athletic build. Her attempts to capitalize on that anonymity are dashed when she smiles though; it lights up her whole face. + |
| Brass Not anymore + | Existing in the sort of ageless limbo that could be late twenties or early thirties, this man is possessed of several fine and serviceable features rendered attractive and compelling by the personality that infuses them. His face is a touch long and narrow, and the harmoniously vertical flow of its planes towards his close-goateed chin is broken by expressive eyebrows and the wide slash of his bright grin or unamused frown. Rangy-tall, not overly muscular, he nonetheless moves with an unrestrained and lively energy. + |
| Braxas Songweaver + | Tall, almost seven feet in fact. Braxas is a lean figure, his body covered in subtle muscle tone. That pale skin is well cared for and the only real flaw to see is the scar, the one under his right eye that reaches down his cheek and up his temple. Grey eyes peer out from under arched black eyebrows the same shade of black as his long hair. That hair reaches his mid back but is cut into shorter layers in the front around his angular oval shaped face. He has a dark sort of beauty to him, the lower havlf of his face covered with a neatly trimmed and expertly groomed beard. + |
| Breccan Malere + | Skin is tan from the sun with a dusting of freckles patterned here and there across the finely sculpted lines of a handsome face - large thick lashed eyes house light blue irises that border on a ghostly grey given the light. Falling loosely just beneath the nape of neck is hair of a golden auburn shade that is either kept in a tail when long or cut short with a troublesome strand or two falling before sky warm gaze. Body is tapered and cut for one who is keen on survival, back and shoulders are muscled in such a way that would suggest deft skill with a bow and legs toned to indicate swift knowledge over difficult forest terrain. Hands were lightly calloused, as if periods of labor come and go but don't always stick. There are several scars upon his body, all hidden easily beneath clothing but the most prominent that might reveal itself along his forearm is a parallel mark that looks as if something was trying to be removed. + |
| Bree Harthall + | Relatively tall, this brown haired woman is of an obvious athletic frame though she still has retained some womanly curve. While she is not bulky by any means, she certainly has a good amount of muscle, toned and athletic throughout. Her skin is sun-kissed, goldened and tanned from many days under the beautiful light. A set of bright blue eyes rest at the center of her picturesque face. Young and pretty, she is generally seen with a radiant smile that really pronounces her beauty. Her gleaming smile may very well be deemed the most beautiful thing about her, and it is often on display. + |
| Breidaia Ferchyn + | Blonde hair cut on an angle sweeps around her shoulders, a mixture of bleached bone and softer traces of faded straw. She parts her hair offset, and her windblown strands are usually pulled back off her striking face with a scrap of sea-bleached cloth or some kind of leather thong. Individually her features might be overpowering: strong mouth, patrician nose, a chin tapering to a pert, firm point. The sum of them is fascinating, a collaboration that speaks to the inner spirit of the woman. She delivers fearless, direct looks through eyes almost too fair and light to really quantify blue in any sense, the traces ringing her irises a bold shore of darker colour. By no means is Breidaia short or weak, and her body is a testament to an active lifestyle, with timelessly defined musculature and toned limbs that radiate fitness. + |
| Brianna Halfshav + | When flattering bards sing of 'the wildfire of sunrise tresses,' they might mean Lady Brianna Halfshav. Popular southern songs singing of northern women tell how the cold north cannot contain the fire of their beauty, or the blaze of their vitality, and she fits the ideal of the songs perfectly. Her fierce blue eyes entrance, reflecting one's own soul in their intense mirth or fury. Her lush lips accentuate the rampant joy or dark fury that her lovely eyes hold. Her frame is the muse to many an artist, with soft curves and graceful lines. She takes the breath away entering a room, then fill it again with a sense of life and delight that no one can match. When one catches a glimpse of her alone, they may see the deep sadness she lets through where no one else can see. + |
| Briar Marjawn + | Most of his family are tall and dexterous and Briar is no different. Long of leg and limb with a lean strength in his young body. Long pale golden hair falls down his back and he has a darker golden goatee that is often rather rough and overgrown. Broad shoulders are strong from a youth spent hauling wood and other hefty chores. He has a rugged handsome look, but is still growing fully into his tall body. + |
| Bridget Pravus + | Bridget is pleasant on the eyes, but she also isn't the definition of beauty. She has a nice enough smile, but one would objectively say she is bit too tall and lanky, her eyes are a bit more gray than blue, her nose a bit too large while her breasts aren't large enough, and her straw colored hair is a bit too thin and becomes frizzy far too easily. She has fair, pale skin, and soft, uncalloused hands that distinctly indicates her noble upbringing. + |
| Brier Crovane + | This woman is born of the strong stock of the North's blood, towering over most women and some menfolk by standing a few inches more than six feet tall. Her build is strong and thick, but still maintains some femininity to it. Her skin is pale and there is a scattering of scarring on her. The most notably being one by her left shoulder, and several aged cuts and burn marks of varying shapes and sizes covering her arms and hands. On her hands, there are also a number of calluses that are the aftermath of a life of hard work and dedication. Her face is round and while her eyes have a weary look to them, time has still been kind to her and keep her features gentle. Her eyes are a shade of blue that invokes thoughts of the ice and cold, and her blonde hair is bright like the sun, especially when it catches the light. It could easily reach past her shoulders and down her back. Bronze ringlets contain very loose braids and bunches of her hair that are meant to help keep it restrained and out of her face. + |
| Brigid Inverno + | It was hard to miss the tall, lean figure of Lady Moore as she was a striking vision in knee high boots and clothing littered in horse or hound hair. Statuesque, the comely curvature of form was hard worked and the muscle evident throughout was a testament to lack of idleness. Skin that perhaps should have been touched by the sun given her times out of doors was a luminous ivory, hands were met with various callouses as long graceful fingers often held knicks or scars. The color atop head was a river rock sable, where light striking through highlighted soft copper tones. Being a woman of few words, most could perhaps recall the tempestuous blue of eyes holding a serenity in the swirling stormy mixture, thickly lashed to conceal many a thing that had not the right to settle on her tongue. A handsome face, liquid lines of good breeding and with a lush mouth given to the rare winsome smile complete the physical aesthetics of the Horsewoman. + |
| Brigid Moore + | It was hard to miss the tall, lean figure of Lady Moore as she was a striking vision in knee high boots and clothing littered in horse or hound hair. Statuesque, the comely curvature of form was hard worked and the muscle evident throughout was a testament to lack of idleness. Skin that perhaps should have been touched by the sun given her times out of doors was a luminous ivory, hands were met with various callouses as long graceful fingers often held knicks or scars. The color atop head was a river rock sable, where light striking through highlighted soft copper tones. Being a woman of few words, most could perhaps recall the tempestuous blue of eyes holding a serenity in the swirling stormy mixture, thickly lashed to conceal many a thing that had not the right to settle on her tongue. A handsome face, liquid lines of good breeding and with a lush mouth given to the rare winsome smile complete the physical aesthetics of the Horsewoman. + |
| Brigida Fidante + | It's hard to tell where the blonde in Brigida's hair ends and the white begins. She keeps it short, a round, shapely cut that fluffs little around her head like the aureole of a silvery dandelion when she does not comb it back. Her eyes are a deep green, leafy, that sometimes shows a tiny gold fleck, like sunlight dappling through the forest. What was once a rubenesque youth and beauty is now a soft rounding of age, etched with minimal lines but cast in deep grooves that highlight the strength of her cheekbones. Her nose is slightly broad, slightly flattened. Her eyebrows are a darker blond arch over her vivid eyes. She might have once been taller, but now stands rounded and small and with immense gravitas, sometimes carrying a stick. + |
| Briseis Morgan + | All small things cast great shadows, and the sabre-like rigidity steeled into Briseis Morgan's posture demands the point. Petite, slight, and slender, at first glance she is disarmingly tiny, but a deeper truth betrays her in slips and glimpses: the burdened frame of her shoulders, the age alleying her young features, and the immovable set of her jaw. Dark, wavy hair crowns her head, bound in some elaborate plait, and her symmetrical face is dominated by dark, pool-like eyes -- as if the rest of her features had gathered there to drink. Her austere, immaculate appearance slouches into the entropy of her temperament -- for she is an irrepressible young woman, with fierce looks and flying hands, her hair tousled from too much touching, her sleeve hems loosened by constant adjusting. Fix, fix, fix. She is here to fix something, something big. + |
| Brogan Nightgold + | Brogan the Brawler is, for lack of a better word, big. Broad shoulders, massive biceps, big and bearlike from the bulk of his chest and back to the sturdy trunks of his legs, he looks like the kind of man who drinks from a keg and then smashes the keg over his head. His eyes are pale beneath bushy red brows, often lit by joy, drink, or a kind of affable, fighting rage. He wears his hair long, a flowing mane of deep, burnished auburn streaked with bronzey light. His features are a little fine and clean for the rest of his frame: a fine straight nose, softly bowed lips, only one chipped tooth. His beard is a luxuriant affair of silky auburn red, full and plush and sometimes braided when he feels especially dressy. + |
| Bron Aisling + | A tall Northerner who's genetics have been slightly watered down over time, he has a crop of sandy brown hair on his head which nicely complements his hazel eyes. Tanned skin suggests a life outdoors as do the rather tightly bunched muscles on his broad-shouldered frame. Chiseled cheek bones and a wide jaw give him an impressive smile which he uses often. + |
| Bruce Valardin + | Standing a head above most other men, big and thewy, this man's stout frame speaks of a hard, tumultuous life. His rounded skull has been shorn close, dusted by a cropping of light-brown hair. Thick, short, darker hairs crest the ridge of his brow; a pair of long jagged scars cut vertically through his left brow, pale with the passage of time, but still marring his flesh forever. Below, his eyes are olive green orbs, a dark green with tinges of yellow spiralling throughout. Rugged and squared, a defined jawline and flat, dimpled chin mark the boundaries of his craggy visage. His nose is a bit small for his face, straight bridged and upturned, set above pale, fleshy lips. His skin, though naturally light and fair, has for the most part been tanned evenly by the sun during his many days in the field. He sports the sort of frame you'd expect from a farmhand, thick limbs and hard muscle hewn by years of extensive training and conditioning. A bullish neck, bluish veins visible, expands into the broad of his shoulders and the sheer width of his chest and solid torso. Powerful arms lead into a pair of meaty and calloused hands which are littered by countless pale scars and dents. Dense thighs and athletic calves taper down into his feet, supporting the man's sheer bulk. + |
| Bryndis Nightgold + | Regal, everything styled and carefully cultivated to perfection or wild and experimental. Long pale hair is well taken care of, and the style it is worn in changes from day to day, sometimes from one part of the day to another as the whim takes her. While her features are classically attractive they are often schooled into a thoughtful expression, full mouth not prone to easy smiles, and instead inclined more towards a thoughtful frown. Pale blue eyes are inquisitive, always seeming to pay attention to what is going on around her, and a true window to her moods, something that she's never seem to be able to control. + |
| Brynja Blackwood + | Brynja is a tall, solidly built woman who walks with predatory grace. The shape of her face is triangular, angular cheekbones tapering down to a small pointed chin. A pair of cool, tilted blue eyes study her surroundings intensely underneath her dark arched brows. Her golden blonde hair is held back in tight braids running over her scalp, with her tresses falling down to the small of her back. Though clearly feminine, their are only slight curves amongst the sinew and muscles comprising her body, giving her an androgynous appearance underneath the layers of her armor. Numerous small scars mar the rust red tribal tattoos which dance down her arms and legs, but her young visage has remained unscathed from the brutality of battle and untouched by the ravages of time. + |
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| Cabrera Godsworn + | Both long and lithe, Cabrera is a man of wiry, ropy muscle, a live wire of energy that finds stillness only rarely. It's hard to say what his features would look like in stillness, except maybe when he's asleep; in sleep, boyish innocence softens the lean angles and hard edges of his face, lashes thick and dark against the deep sepia tone of his skin. Awake, he is lively and animated, his black eyes bright beneath the high sweep of thick, dark eyebrows, beneath the cropped curls that crown his head. His smile is wide, his lips full, his teeth brilliant against the dark backdrop of his skin. His muscles are those of a runner, a leaper, a swimmer, a dancer, a man who fights by wit and speed as much as strength. He has long fingers and even when otherwise still, his hands are moving. + |
| Cade none + | A young man having strong masculine features, with above average height and a muscular build. Cade's appearance is somewhat of a direct contrast to his personality, except for his blue eyes, which is often described to be as cold as he is. He has long raven black hair that reaches his shoulders and is usually tied by a leather thong. + |
| Cadenza Fidante + | Clad in nothing but her streaming hair, Cadenza's lean, muscular body would be a story blended of scars and sensuality, but few are so fortunate as to know that. Her sartorial tastes are deeply practical, muting the fullness of her not insignificant curves and permitting her as much freedom to move as possible. Her hair is black as midnight, and though, loose, it falls in a cascading cloud to her shoulder-blades, it is usually braided and bound. Her features are fine, delicate, with high, thinly dark eyebrows, and high, narrowly angled cheekbones. Her eyes are a brilliant, intense blue, large and framed by a dense thickness of eyelashes. Her skin is dusky gold, her lips dusky rose and full and soft beneath her fine straight nose. + |
| Cadenza Velenosa + | Clad in nothing but her streaming hair, Cadenza's lean, muscular body would be a story blended of scars and sensuality, but few are so fortunate as to know that. Her sartorial tastes are deeply practical, muting the fullness of her not insignificant curves and permitting her as much freedom to move as possible. Her hair is black as midnight, and though, loose, it falls in a cascading cloud to her shoulder-blades, it is usually braided and bound. Her features are fine, delicate, with high, thinly dark eyebrows, and high, narrowly angled cheekbones. Her eyes are a brilliant, intense blue, large and framed by a dense thickness of eyelashes. Her skin is dusky gold, her lips dusky rose and full and soft beneath her fine straight nose. + |
| Cadern Blackwood + | Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk. + |
| Cadern Ravenseye + | Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk. {w({nA particularly flowery hat today.{w){n + |
| Caelis Malvici + | Standing at five feet and six inches tall, there are certainly shorter women than Caelis. With raven black hair that drinks in the light and dark blue eyes, she's a lovely sight. Unlike her cousins her skin is a tanned honey hue from her time under the sun at sea. Lithe muscle give her the ability to move with poise sword in hand or in a ballroom. She has classic features, arched brows, full lips, heavy lashes and a nose that sports a small bump from a break at some point in her training. She wears a chemise with a toughened leather corset stamped in red birds. While she might where skirts or dresses at home, at sea or working, she prefers sturdy trousers that hug her legs and soft soled boots covering her knees. + |
| Caelis Valardin + | Standing at five feet and six inches tall, there are certainly shorter women than Caelis. With raven black hair that drinks in the light and dark blue eyes, she's a lovely sight. Unlike her cousins her skin is a tanned honey hue from her time under the sun at sea. Lithe muscle give her the ability to move with poise sword in hand or in a ballroom. She has classic features, arched brows, full lips, heavy lashes and a nose that sports a small bump from a break at some point in her training. She wears a chemise with a toughened leather corset stamped in red birds. While she might where skirts or dresses at home, at sea or working, she prefers sturdy trousers that hug her legs and soft soled boots covering her knees. + |
| Caera Tortorici + | A mocha dark complection is framed by loose curls of dark brown hair with streaks of black fall down to her shoulders, curling up at the very end. An oval face with soft yet angled lines has a chin that curves forward just so. While her dark brown eyes are alert, they are darkened as if by make up or not having slept well. She smiles with a coy smirk that dances on the end of her lip on the left side. Standing 4'8", her athletic form and modest curves are unaccented by her clothing, usually left loose. When she moves, it is with a smooth deliberate action that seems preplanned. She wears a long canvas and cotton coat that hangs to her knees at the back, cut to her waist in the front. A green vest is buttoned over a loose cotton blouse with sleaves that have a touch of lace, albeit, a bit worn and bare. Her dress is more pantaloons that are loose on the legs but give her mobility, yet blend fairly well in noble company. The shoes are of less well made leather, but stained and oiled a dark brown to look better than they are. + |
| Caerdroc Woodbine + | Young-looking for his age except for the shades of lines around his eyes, Caerdroc's features have an androgyne cast: a softness to the lines of his jaw, a fullness to his lips, that make it take a second glance to be assured of his masculinity, particularly because he wears his long hair, most often, in braids. Yet the corded strength of his frame, his rangy height and the sturdy strength of his arms suggest startling feats of strength. His eyes are deep, a murky green-hazel that suggest the shadows of the forest he loves, offsetting the dark warmth of his smooth skin. + |
| Cahal Blackram + | Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face. {w({nLately his hair has grown long enough to be swept back into a stubby ponytail and he boasts a full, but close-trimmed, beard.{w){n + |
| Cahal Lyonesse + | Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face. + |
| Cai Falken + | Tall and lean, Cai posses the marks of a man who has spent a lifetime outdoors. From the weathered skin, to the scars on his face to the grey-silver mane of hair that's usually kept tied back and the beard that tends to be more trimmed and short than unruly and wild. Eyes are the color of amber jewels, almost yellow in some lights to dark gold in others. His usual bearing is one that suggests a bit like someone who constantly looks like he's annoyed, even if he's the exact opposite. His steps carry the air of a man confident in his own abilities, but doesn't shout them outloud for all to see. + |
| Cailean Grimes + | Cailean is just a bit over six feet tall. His skin is a clear, smooth brown. His hair is jet black and long, just below shoulder length and thick. His eyes shine a golden brown. He has a carefully groomed goatee that complements his pointed features. + |
| Cain Crown + | There's a roguish charm found in Cain's enigmatic amber eyes that perfectly matches the beguiling smiles that he often graces others with. His hair is dark brown, with a touch of wildness as it flows down to his shoulders. A masculine straight nose ends above a stubble of a mustache, with his pointed chin also peppered with facial hair. Gifted with an athletic build, he doesn't seem overly strong, but remains fairly toned. When he moves, it's with a casual deftness, and the confidence one would he expect of a man that acts like he knows all that will happen next. + |
| Caith Thrax + | Caith has a wind-whipped style, an elegance, and a softness to her motion, the poise of someone who is always on the edge of dancing. She wears her fine champagne-blonde hair loose in stylistically tousled waves to her shoulders, and tends to have at least one article of clothing that she can whirl about, be it skirts or a filmy scarf. Her nails are perfectly manicured, frequently carefully painted, maybe to distract attention from the signs of calluses about her fingertips. Her eyes are large and deep green, with a bright luster, and she can pull off just a killer wink. Her hand with makeup is subtle and elegant but for her habit of reaching for lip color just one shade too dark for her fair skin and soft gold hair. She is slight and slim, with fine bone structure and high, aristocratic cheekbones in her slightly narrow, angular face. + |
| Caius Valardin + | He is a tall man, lean with broad shoulders and a rangy build, a body made of heavy bone and ropy tendon rather than an abundance of flesh. His hair is thick and dark and at some time his nose has been broken. Deeply set hazel eyes are shadowed by brows that are often drawn together thoughtfully over his broken beak of a nose. His features are marked with a myriad collection of small scars, most easily glimpsed on the battered knuckles of both hands, creases here and there of flat scars that ache in damp weather, especially dense across his shoulders and right side. His scars and a sprinkling of grey in his close-cropped hair and beard mark a more weathered passing of years. + |
| Calandra Culler + | Her presence is an invigorating one: all richly colored skin and hair, smooth feline grace, and a voice that dives from songbird trills of laughter to depths of shadow and smoke. Her eyes are a deep, soft black -- warm, like obsidian left to soak up the sun on a summer afternoon. Her face is sculpted of long, graceful lines and sharp angles; a strength in her features that is framed by loose, inky curls. Her hands are remarkable, fine-boned and long fingered. She gestures with such easy elegance one can only assume she spent ages at practice, to appear so effortless. + |
| Calarian Grayson + | Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive. + |
| Calarian Wyrmguard + | Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive. + |
| Calathane Drumenach + | Broad shoulders and a ruggedly-muscled body, the life of a hunter, warrior noble works exceedingly well to have added to the rich protein diet of the Northmen. Blue eyes with a speckle of green hint at more than the stoic face that smiles so easily, within there is a intellect that gleams from the shadows of a deep, guarded glen. A brad nose and lips hidden by a naturally shaped, trimmed down beard moving down to a longer bead that hangs from the chin. It is the same light brown as his hair that flows in twirling braided conformity, even when beads aren't present to keep it wound up tight. + |
| Calaudrin Estardes + | There is a reedy quality to Calaudrin's height. He is swarthy, lean and a little unfinished-looking. He tends towards five o'clock shadow by two'clock in the afternoon and there's a thready gleam of silver that tousles readily in his short dark wavy hair. Weathered and brown with heavy, skeptical eyebrows, his eyes are clear and sharp and black, gleaming with a keen and unshakable intelligence. His lips are thin, his nose a hawkish hook. The bones of his face are sharp, softened sometimes by the darkness of a beard he only sometimes remembers to shave off. + |
| Calevaro Stars + | This man's most recognizable feature is his hair: It is of a fiery red collor, falling down all the way to the midle of his back, appearing to be soft and silky. His body is toned, autough not overly muscular, the result of years of training and hard work. His features can be considered attractive to some people: Soft, intensse green eyes peer at the world, along with an angular, almost cimetrical, face. He moves confidently when in a crowd and, while in converssation, his eyes always look at the person to won he speaks. + |
| Caliban Assacu + | Caliban is not without muscle, but the overall impression of him is slender, somewhat ill fitted to the confidence he carries himself with, as if he were unaware of the existence of larger, stronger, more dangerous people. His facial features are also a bit of a contradiction. They can best be described as 'soft angles', their appearance almost delicate, yet his skin is rough and slightly weathered, with a smattering of dark stubble along the jaw and chin that he doesn't seem particularly interested in bothering about. His eyes are a sort of muddy hazel, mostly brown shot through with edges of green that are only truly noticeable in warm lighting. Two slightly raised scars, one per cheek, trace from cheekbone to ear, so thin and straight that it's a bit of a mystery whether or not they were inflicted intentionally or as some twist of chance in the heat of combat. A determined individual might settle on "about thirty" when trying to guess at his age, but he has one of those faces that seem merely caught at "not old". + |
| Calista Fidante + | Effortlessly, Calista exudes an aura of sultry trouble, a wicked glimmer in her dark eyes, an unconscious swagger in her step. Always dressed and groomed impeccably, there is always a sense of chaos around the young noblewoman. Beautiful, beyond a doubt, her dark hair falls in a tumble of thick lush waves about her slender face, accenting the Tehom-may-care grin ever present on her lush lips. The curves of her figure remain one of the great wonders of Arx, which she flaunts or covers based on her own whims. Her laugh is quick and musical, but never cruel, and the sparkle in her eye may hold infinite mischief, but never true wickedness. + |
| Calithex Thex + | One could not call Calithex handsome. He is striking, utterly: tall and sleek and carved. Chiseled, each angle and line of bone beneath skin is graceful and bold -- but though he does not look the least bit feminine, the only word for him is beautiful. His mismatched eyes are full of death and darkness, and incomprehensible amusement, respectively. One is a vivid icy blue, the other a deep, dark green. His hair is silver, often kept neat and on the shorter side, slicked back to show sharp-tipped ears. Sometimes, it is painted in colors. Sometimes, he ignores it for centuries. For all this, the life in his face lives mostly in his wide, thin-lipped mouth. The angle of each curve of that mouth could be used to calculate the lifespan of entire cultures. + |
| Calla Vaevici + | A saffron waterfall of sun-glazed locks spill in luminous, fiery hues past Calla Vaevici's shoulders, the palette of crimson hues extremely rare among the scions of House Vaevici and the Countess' pride and joy. Expressive amber eyes reprise some of the colors from her hair but glint with mischief of a woman who always has something to say, even if she might not share. Calla's fair skin is unmarked by the sun, the rose in her cheeks reflecting the pattern of her summer palette. Her pale, pink mouth rests in a natural pout, but rouses easily to the full spectrum of smiles. Willowy in build, she lacks any sign of a laborious life other than the minimal amount of muscle tone that comes with daily morning exercise, the contours of her figure the very character of elegance. + |
| Calliope Grimhall + | Calliope is of average height, and small build. Long brown hair, with auburn hues, surrounds her delicate features. Eyes of dark green peer out of her pale face, most often hidden by strands of hair falling in front of her visage. She's dressed in current fashions, but never seems to be a trend setter, simply current. + |
| Calyana Vinekeep + | A statuesque beauty who seems to be in a perpetually sorrowful state. She has silky blonde hair which exposes delicately pointed ears when drawn back. She has transfixing green eyes that remind one of a forest in summertime. Her features would be perfect if they weren't so often downcast with only the rarest sign of humour. + |
| Calypso Malvici + | One could be forgiven for seeing an angel in Calypso's graceful curves and fine-boned aristocratic features, but the intensity in her round rime-blue eyes is a reminder that angels are also terrible. Her full lips and oval face cannot mask the intelligence and calculation in her gaze. Her smiles range from generous to cruel, but quiet confidence animates every expression. She often keeps her blue-black hair away from her face and out of her way. Her toned form, with its rounded silhouette, is capable of filling out the fashions of the Lyceum or bearing the weight of battle armor, as the situation demands. Her melodic mezzo-soprano voice is usually brisk and businesslike. Above all else, she embodies professionalism, for she is an officer and a lady - in that order. + |
| Cambria Mazetti + | Possessing a delicate countenance, Cambria nevertheless has been described as having a particular look. One that says, 'If can master this, I can master anything this world might bring.' Blue eyes, cold and bright, with a kind of knowing deep inside them. Part of what makes her beautiful is her carriage, for she stands straight as a spear and overflows with confidence. Where others might demur, Cambria offers grins that can trap men like animals. There have been many women just as lovely, and easily thousands who were worthier, but since the world was weaned, it's doubtless there have been many quite so unforgettable as she. + |
| Camilla Pravus + | Camilla is eerie sensuality, a simple glance to her gait and eyes warning a passerby the Suspire is not one they should want by their side or on their bed. And yet, the dark beauty of Setarco is hard to resist, clad in a mien of shadow and mystery. Camilla is feral swagger and sinister allure that is enhanced by gifted looks and artful use of words. More than a tryst, the courtier is the promise of something unforgettable. Physically, Camilla is notable for her pale, dotted skin and ever shifting mass of obsidian-colored hairs. Her eyes, pools of deep onyx, invite a brave one to gaze upon her soulful self, drawing attention away from her perfectly sculpted, chiseled angular features. Where most would coast on their heritage's blessing to seduce, Camilla intoxicates with airs and moves, sways and subtle quirks of brow and the corners of thick lips. Camilla's body is a dangerous hybrid of lean muscle and dramatic curves, serpentine grace gifted to her by the blood of Sins making the courtier's sensual flesh a lethal weapon in the hands of a deadly duelist. + |
| Canaan Savantis + | Crowned by hair of a moderate-to-light blond color, this undeniably male figure stands somewhere around average height. Something around six feet if one had to make a guess. His posture is not particularly great, either. The hair atop is head hangs down to about the placement of an angular jaw, and is sometimes tucked behind his ears. His blue eyes are somewhat beady and subtle cracks of age show faintly around them. His left cheek sports two thin diagonal scars. A somewhat hooked nose is prominent on his face, seemingly to have once been broken, set over thin lips and a rather stout chin make up his features. His weathered skin does a good job of making him as someone near or over 'the hill' of age and the usual stubble upon his face does nothing to assist. His hands sport light callouses and a few scars, prone to tucking themselves into pockets when available. + |
| Candace Corvo + | Candace is a woman of mature years set upon the path of aging gracefully, but the athletic young woman she was is still there if you know where to look. Her golden tresses have faded to ash blonde locks that she keeps chopped to shoulder length. Intense green eyes have become seawater jade, though they are no less discerning than they were way back when. Decades of adventuring have left her erect of posture, with the strong limbs and spare frame that are the hallmarks of such a life. Where others her age may have become elegant and refined, Candace is handsome and fit. Eminently practical, she always dresses for the task that needs doing, not to be seen doing it. + |
| Candido Orata + | Candido is on the taller side for a man, with a naturally angular, long-limbed build that martial training has beaten away from awkwardness and given definition and grace. He's closer to thirty than twenty, though there's a boyishness to his features and lightness to his brown eyes that can make him seem younger. His brown skin is tanned dark still from a good deal of time outdoors, and he has dark hair given to fly-aways and stray curls whenever it gets longer than strict military tidiness. His face is open and expression, with high cheekbones, a prominent nose that's clearly been broken a time or two, and a short, dark beard that he plainly takes care to trim regularly. When he speaks, his accent marks him plainly as a son of the Lyceum, with a drawl specific the commons in Lenosia for those who know such things. + |
| Cantus Crown + | Tall and broad, with bright green eyes and short blonde hair, Cantus a sense of barely-contained energy, like a rope pulled taut. He has the wiry build of someone who does a lot of physical labor, and the smattering of small scars across his face and arms lend further weight to that image. Quick to both smile and frown, though rarely do either touch his eyes. + |
| Capri De Lire + | Brown haired and green-eyed, standing at a bit over six feet in height, this man could probably best be described as rakish. He has a square jaw and his nose has been broken twice, and there is a small scar from some fight beneath his left eye. His mouth is almost permanently resting in a confident grin. He has broad shoulders and a swordsman's build, with calloused hands and an ambling gait. + |
| Caprice Artiglio + | She has about her a warmth of color -- in her firelit copper hair, in her richly complected skin. She has high cheekbones, delicate, slightly gaunt cheekbones, and above them big, bright green eyes. Those brilliant eyes are distant, her smiles elusive, beautiful. For all her loveliness, she is built like a bird: elegant in her own way, but entirely too thin. Because of her weight, perhaps, she moves lightly, each step graceful and airy, effortlessly so. + |
| Cara Ashford + | A mediocre poet once compared this woman to a pearl, a far more apt description than his talent might suggest. While her skin, at least, is reminiscent of the gem in question, her features are too angular and coloring too dark to lay claim to the similarity, save in one respect: she is the product of a youth in near constant irritation, composed and lovely despite originating inside the familial-equivalent of a mollusc. Her smile is serene and offered rarely; her brows are straight as arrows and prone to lowering in concern more readily than frustration. She moves gracefully and deliberately, rarely startling, and has a habit of tangling her long pale fingers together when she's thinking deeply or fighting strong emotion. + |
| Cara Grayson + | A mediocre poet once compared this woman to a pearl, a far more apt description than his talent might suggest. While her skin, at least, is reminiscent of the gem in question, her features are too angular and coloring too dark to lay claim to the similarity, save in one respect: she is the product of a youth in near constant irritation, composed and lovely despite originating inside the familial-equivalent of a mollusc. Her smile is serene and offered rarely; her brows are straight as arrows and prone to lowering in concern more readily than frustration. She moves gracefully and deliberately, rarely startling, and has a habit of tangling her long pale fingers together when she's thinking deeply or fighting strong emotion. + |
| Caras Wyrmguard + | A large man, darkly handsome and with a confident and regal bearing. Well over six feet tall, he is a physically imposing figure. Most notable after his build and presence are a pair of scars on the left side of his face. One begins at his brow and mars the tanned skin of his forehead, proceeds over his eye and is lost in the scruff of his five o'clock shadow. The other bisects the left half of his mouth and curves down over his strong chin. His hair is dark and straight, flowing down just past his ears. Eyes are gray and often kind. When neutral, his face seems almost haughty but when lit up with a smile or during conversation, it is easy to see that he is a man of compassion and fellowship. + |
| Carilova Nowak + | There was no shortage of peers and commoners that exhibited equal parts regal charm and everyday good-nature. Carilova was no exception, but there was a natural easiness to the way she blended and dressed for occasions. Whether it was somewhere in the lowers where clothes would be less flashy or somewhere in the wards of the great houses with dresses and gowns of the priciest fabrics, she was also dressed to leave an impression. She was blessed with a long and slender frame with curves in the right places, sleek lines in others. + |
| Carissa Malespero + | Lush, loose red curls fall partway down this fair maiden's back when her hair is loose. A smattering of freckles keep her looking young, although her dark brown eyes hold a solemnity that someone her age shouldn't have to bear. She's seen much. She usually has her hair pinned into a neat bun, with a few wisps of hair escaping despite her best efforts. She moves with a careless grace, unable to help herself as she walks with her head down, humbled by life, and grateful for the pieces she's picked up. + |
| Carita Darkwater + | Graceful and statuesque, Carita is a dream of snow and ice, neatly hewn as though she was created by a sculptor or jeweler. A figure of subtle curves that are built of moon bones and milky flesh in a way that may make one take pause, in a way that may make the breath catch in one's throat. Long, white-gold hair falls in soft waves down her back - not pale enough to be called platinum - with the faintest hint of lingering color. It's an ideal frame for her features, delicate and refined, that seem little more than afterthoughts with her mouth touched fragile petal pink. Her eyes are the deepest crystalline blue, like the coldest seas, contrasted only by the warmth of her smiles and the fire of her temper. + |
| Carmen Harol + | This woman stands over six feet tall with vibrant green eyes and pale coppery blond hair. It is most often pulled back into a single braid and coiled on the back of her head. Strong features make her striking rather than pretty with sharp cheekbones and a rounded chin. Tall and muscular she looks like she is fully capable of picking up a soldier in full armor. + |
| Carrick Squallborn + | Carrick is a taller man with medium length auburn hair that reaches to his shoulders. His hair is slightly wavy curling up near the ends. On the side of his head he tends to have a braid or two just to keep his hair from his eyes. He has a thick beard that is kept short and trim. While his moustache is kept much shorter than what is normally seen. In his left ear is a gold ring that barely circles his ear lobe the only piece of jewelry that can be seen on the man. His eyes are a blue green that have warmth to them. His skin is tanned due to all of the time he was out of sea. He has a powerful build due to all of his training and sailor days. The clothes that he favors tend to not show this instead just being worn due to how comfortable they are. + |
| Casiar Cross + | Casiar is a moderately tall pale-skinned human male. He stands roughly five feet and nine inches in height. His shoulder-length deep red hair is wel kept. his eyebrows are thin and gently arched, over clear, intense soft green eyes. His nose is on the smaller side, but does show signs of having been broken a couple of times, giving it a gentle hump in its slope. His lips are full and form an understated cupid's bow. His shoulders are not particularly broad, but neither are they skeletal-thin. His arms are average for his height, other than the concentric circular tattoos running down from both of his shoulders and forming what appears to be a well inked fractile pattern on the back of each hand. Though his hands are smaller than average, and would be considered girlish, they are well kept and clean, his fingernails perfectly manacured. On his left hip, there is a fairly large scar that is roughly the width of two fingers. The scar begins in the center of his lower back, and curvs around his entire hip. It is clear that what height he has comes from the length of his legs. + |
| Casimir Acheron + | Dark hair falls just past the nape of Casimir's neck in a tousled sweep; just a little too long, just a little unkempt, it's the kind of hair that perpetually needed a haircut a few weeks ago. His skin is winter pale beneath the scruff of a short and neatly trimmed beard that frames a thoughtful mouth. His eyes are bright beneath the dark lines of his brows. His irises are a cool gray flecked with the palest gold. He is lean, and not over-broad through the shoulders, though with a trim build that suggests he lifts a lot of heavy books. His hands carry an elegant strength, dextrous and clever, as well as ink stains on his first two fingers. + |
| Caspian Artiglio + | Clean, young athleticism defines Caspian: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth dusky warmth of his skin, his broad, imposing frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if you could get him to hold still for five minutes. He is dynamic and rarely still, driving motion through life at high speed. His wavy black hair is worn thick and long, his sloe-dark eyes often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Caspian Ru'Taul + | Clean, youthful athleticism defines this man: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth, dusky warmth of his skin, his broad frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if he would hold still for five minutes. Despite his bulk, he is light on his feet, movements imbued with the elan and dynamism of a lifelong dualist. Bound by an ebon leather cord, his thick, jet-black hair brushes his shoulders in a low ponytail, with several strands braided from front to back along the closely shaven sides of his head. A few unkempt bangs escape to frame his face, while stubble shadows his mouth and jawline. His sloe-dark eyes are often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Caspian Wild + | Clean, young athleticism defines Caspian: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth dusky warmth of his skin, his broad, imposing frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if you could get him to hold still for five minutes. He is dynamic and rarely still, driving motion through life at high speed. His wavy black hair is worn thick and long, his sloe-dark eyes often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Cassandra Laurent + | Tall and lean with corded muscle, Cassandra cuts a stark figure, composed and controlled. She carries herself like a weapon, with pride and strength in every stride. The bone structure of her face is both hard and elegant, with a fierce strength to her jaw beneath the planes and angles of her face. Her cheeks and the bridge of her nose reflect a fine dusting of tiny freckles. The slash of a scar is written across her cheek and jaw, further emphasizing the angles of her face. She keeps her dark hair clipped short, the roundish shape of its cut tapering to a feathering over her ears and at the nape of her neck. + |
| Cassia Mercier + | Slightly above average height for a woman she stands with a slender built that causes her to look a touch willowy. Long blonde hair is sun-bleached to the color of a golden wheat field. Her eyes are such a light blue they almost appear to be made of glass. Her mouth is wide and her mouth lush, but it is usually pressed into a thoughtful moue or curved into an annoyed frown. + |
| Cassian Crovane + | Cassian is the sort of man always seen with a knowing smirk, mirth dancing in his cool blue eyes. His coppery red hair sparkles in the sunlight and makes him easy to pick out on deck of his ship, especially with his long red beard. His clothes are simple and practical, but well made and durable, showing a use of money for more than just showing off. + |
| Cassim Sanna + | A younger man, of light brown skin tones and grey-blue eyes that seem to hold a certain distance to them, as if he's constantly looking out to a greater more bigger picture on the horizon. His hair is kept long, braided in places with tiny bits of bone, beads, and other such accutruments. He has a beard of shorter, but similar style. One particular trait of his is he's wildly shorter then most Sanna men at a little over five and a half feet tall but built like a rock. Along one side of his face, is an intricate web-like pattern that comes down his temple and just across his eyebrow. + |
| Cassima Thrax + | Whether her cloud of dark curls falls long and loose in a tumble to the midst of her back or is carefully confined into twists and braids, is remains her most dramatic feature: knotty, full-bodied, silky black, it is a riot of curls, an untamed monstrosity of curls, or a delight of curls, depending on how much effort Cassima has been wiling to undergo in what feels like an endless war with her sometimes glorious hair. Her skin is a warm, light brown, smooth and without visible blemish. Her frame is slight, cleanly angled and youthful, her curves modest. Her lips are full, almost too full for her face, beneath the soft snub of her nose. Her eyes are a deep green, dark and framed by an intense profusion of black eyelashes. Her eyebrows are thick and dark, but nicely shaped, lending expressiveness to eyes that already express much. + |
| Cassimir Inverno + | On the whole, Cassimir is in complete possession of himself. His posture is strict, his attire is comprised of the finest fabrics and fashioned to the current trends, and each wavy hair upon his head has been tamed and shaped to sculpture-like perfection. He is relatively tall, broad of shoulder, and lean in frame. Irises are soft jade in hue, though others might not necessarily recall it. His eyes are ever trained upon the ground he moves, thinks, and sometimes when he speaks. + |
| Cassiopeia Leporidae + | Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips. + |
| Cassiopeia Proscipi + | Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips. + |
| Cassiopeia Vaevici + | Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips. + |
| Cassius Nightgold + | Cassius tends toward the lighter side of typical Northern coloring, with red-touched blonde hair and ice-blue eyes so frost pale they're almost gray. His jawline is classically squared, but he's less handsome than the sum of his features. Broad of shoulder and quite tall as well, Cassius is built for violence, despite what he would have people think. There's something simply off with the intense focus of his gaze, the tightness of his jaw, the rigidity of his posture, as if he's constantly on the edge of losing his temper. + |
| Cassius Pravus + | Cassius tends toward the lighter side of typical Northern coloring, with red-touched blonde hair and ice-blue eyes so frost pale they're almost gray. His jawline is classically squared, but he's less handsome than the sum of his features. Broad of shoulder and quite tall as well, Cassius is built for violence, despite what he would have people think. There's something simply off with the intense focus of his gaze, the tightness of his jaw, the rigidity of his posture, as if he's constantly on the edge of losing his temper. + |
| Castiel Thrax + | This man seems to be in his early twenties at most, long haired and bronze skinned. His eyes are a pale grey, inquisitive and often engaged in long stares at whatever occupies his attention, not quite frowning yet rarely openly emotional. His features are classically handsome, with a well shaped face with its fine bone structure and ears partially concealed under the strands of ebony hair that contrasts with his pale complexion. He stands at just over six feet of height all in all, carrying it with effortless and practiced ease. Right now he's wearing tight leather pants over a pair of heavy boots and a silken buttoned down shirt that barely allows a silver medallion to show at its top, and a steel ring around each of his little fingers. + |
| Castinus Blackshore + | Bearing of all the hallmarks that leads one to identify him as noble stock, Castinus is possessed a visage impeccably groomed and meticulously fashioned to impart lasting memory. imperious and perhaps intimidating at first glance, with a crowning of well-kempt black hair, and a striking set of eyes that stand out against the pallor hue of his skin. Vivid and impossibly blue, they can just as easy be beady with skepticism as they can be wide with some unabashed intrigue or curiosity. Swaddled by infinitely dour and grim stygian fabrics is a tall and capable frame. Rare it is, however, that he affords an onlooker much visible flesh, save for his face. + |
| Castor Redwind + | Castor stands hunched, hiding, belying how tall he really is and how broad of shoulder. Hearty, haling from the norther reaches of Redrain territory, he has a mass of black curls over soft golden brown eyes. Clean shaven and youthful, a sun kissed tint to his cheeks, Cas always has a bit of outdoors on him, a twig in his hair or dirt under his fingernails. + |
| Castruccio Fidante + | A tall, dark Lycene with dusky olive skin, and dark olive green eyes, his hair is deep black and falls in loose curls to his shoulders. With a regal carriage to his chin and a charming smile when its seen, his face is yet marred by a few small scars of battle. He has the broad shoulders and slim waist of a swordsman, with calloused hands to match. {w({nHe's dressed in a black leather jacket, worn overtop a white, silk tunic that's half-tucked to a pair of black, leather pants. Black leather boots and a purple cavalier's hat, pinned rakishly up at one side, complete the ensemble.{w){n + |
| Catalana Kennex + | The height, the regal cast of her sculpted face, the flowing cascade of gossamer hair: Catalina is all dark gold and honey, cream and mellow warmth. Her hair is fine and silky, a deep, burnished golden blonde. Her skin is creamy. Her golden eye makeup and the careful application of paint and fashion keep her all in the mode. Everything about her is measured and considered grace, balletic and refined. Her eyes are clear and pale blue, almost crystalline, like the clearest sea lagoon. Her voice is a low alto, honey and a whisper of smoke. + |
| Catalina Rossi + | Like a warm light beneath a shade, Catalina carries herself with an understated gravitas, the sort of mien that suggests something moves beneath still waters. Slender and fine-boned, she stands just a little under five and a half feet tall, and moves with measured grace. Her features are soft and open, brow high and jaw slightly squared with a strong chin balanced by full lips and warm brown eyes. Her skin is fair, though prone to smooth tans in the sun, and rich brown hair streaked with gold from the sun reaches to just between her shoulder blades. + |
| Catherine Godsworn + | The silver hair this woman wears close-cropped contrasts with the darkness of her skin and the brown of her eyes; her wrinkles are deep, but she still seems to have the energy of youth. Of average height and a solid build, it's the burnmark on her forehead that really stands out; a stylized flame, the scar creased and shiny. + |
| Cato Corsetina + | Cato cuts a short, sturdy figure, bald, with a large, grey-flecked beard of black hair. His left side is visibly weakened; he walks with a noticeable limp, and often uses a walking stick to aid his gait. His right arm flashes black blotches, long-faded regimental tattoos from decades ago, and the same arm is often found holding up a rugged smoking pipe. Age weighs heavily on his features, with sun-blasted lines etched into his darkened skin. Despite this, his posture is superb; he stands straight-backed as a royal guard, with the even center of gravity of one who's spent many years in the saddle. + |
| Catriona Thrax + | Locks of light brown hair curl in twists and waves down this lovely young woman's back. She has wide, clear green eyes fringed with dark lashes, soft lips and cheeks which still have the adorable roundness of youth. Her heart-shaped face is anchored by a determined little chin and, more often than not, there is a pleasant, almost amused smile upon her features. While her body is lightly curved, she has a softness to her that seems almost romantic. Every movement of her body seems to exude grace and poise. + |
| Cecilia Kennex + | Cecilia is a tall, willowy woman of sylph-like features. Round penetrating eyes as changeable as the sea reveal her emotions easily beneath delicate arched brows. Her flaxen hair is long and silky, often bound in a tight braid or pinned up, its wayward wisps gently framing her heart-shaped face. She moves with captivating insouciance, as though she feels as if her beauty will never fade and she shines beyond all else. + |
| Cecilli Blackwood + | Cecilli is an average-heighted woman, her build is unassuming as her almost-limping gait, the most interesting part of her posture and bodily quirks may be her penchant to be looking to the skies, the bags under her tired eyes, and the slowness of her step. Her hands are often shakey when not held to an object, and she commonly holds her gaze at half-mast, eyelids nearly closed, almost as a squint or sign of fatigue. Her hair is unkempt, in a word. While not filthy, she doesn't seem the type to brush it every day. + |
| Cedarav Grisni + | With dirty blond hair of a medium length and a styled, close-clipped beard, this man is generally well-put together. Inquisitorial grey eyes examine his surroundings studiously, and lines of concentration and laughter both are beginning to peek at the corners. He's of a good height, with muscled shoulders ands arms, though his build does tend to the slim more than bulky. His hands are immaculately kept, with trimmed nails at the end of very slender fingers. + |
| Cedric Primm + | Slim and elegant, with elegant hands, Cedric cuts a neat, well-dressed figure, and moves with studied, certain grace. His eyes are a murky hazel, flecked with green, beneath expressive eyebrows. His features are unusually fine, high cheek bones, thin lips and a precise, pointed chin that almost lends the shape of a heart to his face. Where these features suggest a hint of the feminine, he supplements with an excruciatingly neat goatee. His hair is worn neat, clipped waved of dark brown with hints of reddish-auburn highlight that may be teased out in bright sunlight. + |
| Cefyn McAlpin + | Of average height and sturdy build, this woman is old enough to know better and young enough not to care. Her bronze-brown hair is kept in a neat braid down her back, with ribbons of blue and green woven through; her eyes are blue, set in a light-skinned face with a sprinkling of freckles. Dotted tattoos decorate her cheekbones and forehead, while a boar marks her left shoulder and a salmon marks her right, both executed with simple flowing lines and several spirals. + |
| Celeste Pravus + | Steel blue is not just a poetic color for the eyes of this woman, but an accurate descriptor of the force of personality that they give insight into. Those eyes are the eyes of someone who spoils for a fight, an argument, a chance to test herself against something and betraying the confidence that she'll walk out on the other side stronger for the trial. The harder side of her found in those eyes is softened by the rest of her, blunting the impact with the waves of golden hair that fall to mid-back, the stubborn beauty of her jaw, or the rosy glow in cheeks. When Celeste smiles, the curve of her dusky pink lips can be truly infections and uninhibited, but it never quite lightens that appearance of steel. + |
| Celine Valardin + | Celine is a young woman with exagerated but not unattractive features. Big and bright eyes, an ever-smiling and wide mouth, the young woman oozes personality and vibrancy with her every gesture. Slim and slightly shorter than most Oathlanders, the Valardin does not cut a commanding figure, her demeanor that of someone who wins hearts with a hearty laughter or genuine smiles. Despite her sometimes goofy demeanor, Celine's appearance is extremely well-groomed to the point of obsession, her pale locks of blonde hair combed until every thread flows perfectly with the whole. + |
| Cerdensulathara Ferrier + | Razor cut blonde hair ends in a bob around her chin, framing her cherubic face. She has an aquiline nose beneath cerulean blue eyes, her lips a very pale, pale pink. Everything about her palette seems blanched and washed out. She has a lanky, boyish figure, even for not being very tall. Her mininal bust and small hips are nondescript, but scattered across her form, rarely exposed, are myriad scars from a melange of sources. {w({nHer blade has been peacebound in her hip sheath with a strip of leather cord that has dyed blue feathers attached.{w){n + |
| Cerelia Pontelaeus + | A woman of average height and an easy, natural sort of beauty. Her skin has been kissed by the sun, possessing a tanned complexion that suits her well. While smiles come easily to her features, her eyes possess a certain light that suggests an ease of getting to business and a natural sense of command. Long auburn hair is often tied back to free it from her eyes, but that still does little to detract from her natural beauty and devil may care attitude. + |
| Cerys Velenosa + | Its strange to see that steel shade of hair on one still in their twenties; falling in long, straight and thick waves around a sculpted dichotomy of a face. Delicate and angular in shape, with long lines and a pointed chin, strong features make up for the feminine build of the shape. A wide forehead rests over thick black brows angling cleanly up and over upturned eyes of an unusual shade nearly alaricite in color. Nose a bit large for her face, it is straight with a snubbed tip, over a wide mouth. A thin upper lip with a sharp cupid's bow tops a thicker lower lip, one corner perpetually turned slightly up; the result of a small but nasty-looking scar that tugs on the mouth, giving her a perpetual smirk. On the tall side, perhaps five foot ten or eleven, her build is strong and athletic, leaning more towards the build of a swimmer or runner and the ready stance of a born fighter. + |
| Cesare Whisper + | He is a man of dark skin and dark hair -- a walking shadow, lean and rangy and dangerously handsome. His face is symmetric and sharp, with cheeks and nose like cut stone, with slanted, smoldering eyes. His lips are full, his voice raw and rich and sweet like honey. He is lithe; smooth skin disguises each twist of toned muscle. His every movement is graceful, from the arrangement of his hands on instruments to the sudden curve of his rare smiles. + |
| Chanse Grayhope + | Hard, chiseled, stoney? In the Lower Boroughs few use these to describe a statue or the walls, as much as they use them to describe Chanse Greyhope. Handsome, in an utterly terrifying way, his skin is criss crossed by more scars than most companies of soldiers. His black eyes are flecked with gold, and never show any humor at all, even when he flashes a charming grin. His arms and hands are made for violence, bulging muscles and calloused fingers, looking more natural balled into fists than washing glasses. He towers over most, with broad shoulders and barrel chest that can intimidate most fierce warriors. His entire bearing demands respect, and when he speaks, it's quiet, almost gentle, making it all the more terrifying. + |
| Charis Durant + | Compact of build and economical of movement, Charis moves like a person accustomed to wearing armor instead of plain linen and wool. The stance, the posture, they tell of a martial life, though time has softened some of her lines and thinned the callouses which decorate her hands. Variegated blonde hair has been cut bluntly just shy of her shoulders and is most often worn simply, with a center part and waves left to frame her face. No heart-stopping beauty, she still possesses strong, even features, and expressive eyes of a warm hazel-brown shade that complements the overall gold inspiration of both her hair and complexion. + |
| Charlaine Blanchard + | In a sea of beauties at Court, Charlaine's pleasantly ordinary countenance might escape notice at first glance. However, when this young woman speaks on one of her often hidden passions, she reveals a zest for life and vibrancy that loses her natural inclination to shy away from attention. With her normally timid demeanor, it's rare for the voluptuous, brown-haired young woman to command that sort of attention, but on the rare occasions her reserve is cracked she displays an attractiveness all her own. + |
| Charlaine Moore + | In a sea of beauties at Court, Charlaine's pleasantly ordinary countenance might escape notice at first glance. However, when this young woman speaks on one of her often hidden passions, she reveals a zest for life and vibrancy that loses her natural inclination to shy away from attention. With her normally timid demeanor, it's rare for the voluptuous, brown-haired young woman to command that sort of attention, but on the rare occasions her reserve is cracked she displays an attractiveness all her own. + |
| Charlemagne Charon + | Gentle of movement and generously proportioned, Charlemagne's muscular silhouette is accented by an appealing layer softness that lingers both in winter and summer months. With a pallid complexion and dark hair bleached by the sun, his light skin is occasionally brought to life by an odd constellation of freckles. He speaks with a melodious Oathlands accent not always guaranteed to earn him many fans in the North, where fresh evidence of ancient crusades continues to be recovered with each spring thaw. + |
| Charles Valardin + | Charles gives the impression of a growing boy; his narrow face, small jaw, and high cheekbones look more in-line with a young student. On closer inspection, his femininity is apparent; small features contrast his otherwise sturdy frame, which is more befitting of a soldier or laborer. He is otherwise plain and unexceptional in appearance, an otherwise forgettable face in a crowd, facial features arranged in a typical fashion being attractive nor unattractive. Despite his softness of appearance and the long hair curling down around his shoulders, and though lacking in grace and nobility, he holds himself with the practiced confidence appropriate of a young man of action. + |
| Charlotte Wyrmguard + | Of average height, this young woman embodies the word 'pleasant'. She has a softness about her, both of curve and in the curls of her ink black hair. Her eyes are amber gold with hints of green and deep blue. Her beauty is not of the 'stunning' variety, more often labeled 'adorable', likely to her chagrin. She is animated, her features expressive, both of her temper and her joys. + |
| Cherilo Menada + | Cherilo is tall, built, and rugged. He'd be handsome if he took care of his appearance and posture. Despite his broad chest from years of carpentry, he hunches just enough to fade into the background of any scene. His hair is short and matted low to the top of his head. He wears large glasses with a strap, and generally wears simple muted colors and sturdy-yet-weathered clothing. He speaks clearly and eloquently, in a soft, unexpectedly musical voice. + |
| Chiara Tavetti + | A petite, pixie-like woman with short, mahogany brown hair framing a narrow face, she stands a few inches over five feet tall. Thin brows arch over grey-blue eyes, her skin is pale, and she carries herself with a quick, agile sort of grace that speaks to an athletic background. Her features are expressive, particularly her lips, which are often curved into a small smile, as though she knows something others do not. + |
| Christine Kennex + | Christine isn't the short type, around 5'7'', which makes her look even skinnier than what she is. However, any image of fragility she could show, tends to disappear when she starts moving. Long brown hair cascades down her back and has brown shiny eyes, long eyelashes and a smile that can seem so innocent... or so naughty. Time seems to have been kind with her appearance, and little wrinkles touch her face. In any case, nothing that some nice make up cannot mask A thin large tattoo of an ivy grows up her right leg, up her thigh and back, and finishes as a ring around the middle finger of her left hand. Small leaves sprout from the twisted stems, some of them formed by letters instead of just simple lines. They form mostly random words, in different writings and languages. + |
| Chrysanthia Chatreuxe-DeVirre + | Chrysanthia is a young woman of such bright demeanour that one would be forgiven for thinking the sun had left its place in the sky. She has a sparkle of joy in her eyes, and cadmium red hair that captures light in a spectacular corona as it cascades down her head and shoulders, an infectious laugh and an easy smile. She moves with an easy grace and a bounce in her step, exuberant in her zest for life. Her body is lithe, the softness of her curves contrasted by the toned nature of her muscles. She favours vivid floral colors such as mauves, golds and greens in her clothing and while flowers don't quite turn to face her as she passes by, no one would be surprised if they did. + |
| Ciaphas Seraceni + | Striking; pale sea foam eyes shine against smooth, swarthy skin like an oasis in parched desert, a spark of life amidst the withering sands. His smile is broad and bright, a charming thing tainted by the fact that though he is a beautiful man, he is very, very aware of it. His nose is narrow and straight, his features refined and angular, his jaw rugged and dusted by dark stubble that gives him a roguish appeal, carefully tended to give him the illusion that he doesn't need to try to be this spectacular. That's just how it is. His hair is a hectic mane of warm, wild black waves at the top, and shaved down at the sides in some strange mix that can only be described as casually militaristic. He decorates himself often in radiant golds, and the brightest of ember-kissed gems as though the sun itself was draped about him like a mantle glittering at peaceful seaside shores. Tall and broad without sacrificing the grace of sleek lines and artful motion, he is a battle ready sort that paints an imposing silhouette when the need for intimidation arises. His gait has the idle sway of a man that has spent more than a few years of his life on a boat, and he never seems to be in a terrible hurry to get anywhere. After all, when you're this great, the battle will wait. + |
| Ciara Wyrmguard + | A petit young lady still on the cusp of womanhood, Ciara is slender of build and feminine of curve. Her fiery red hair contrasts beautifully, almost dramatically against her pale skin. It is most often done in loose twin braids or a simple braided updo, but when left untamed falls to midway down her back in gentle waves. She has a sweet, youthful face with big cobalt-blue eyes that are framed by long auburn lashes, a pert nose that is slightly upturned and has a tendency to twitch when she is dismayed or excited, and cheeks that dimples when she smiles and flushes prettily at all but the smallest displays of emotion. Her full, rosy lips form a lush little bow and are as quick to enchanting smiles that can light up a summers day as they are to impish smirks and sulky, heart-wrenching pouts. She carries herself with the naive and playful confidence of youth, apparent in wide-eyed wonder, coquettish smiles and the teasing sway of her perfectly rounded hips. {w({nPerfume: A glittering mantle of rich golden notes: five ambers, soft myrtle, apple blossom, and carnation.{w){n + |
| Ciaran Farshaw + | This young man has seen his share of battles--evident not from scars, but in the way he walks. Some old war wound has made its mark on this man's gait, leaving him with a slight, perpetual limp. Otherwise, he looks healthy and vibrant, with a fair complection and slimly athletic build. His features have a certain statuesque quality, marred only by an extended furrow in the skin of his jaw that seems to have been caused by the passing of a blade. His hair is a sleek, dark mahogany, his eyes a variegated gold-and-emerald green. + |
| Cicero Malvici + | A tall, slim, athletically build man that stands just over six feet in height. His dark brown hair is well-kept and groomed, combed in a sweep over his head and down along the sides while carefully managed stubble of the same color covers hisjawline and chin to put a shadow on his jawline and lend his features an edge of maturity. Black coffee colored eyes look out from his face with a bright exhubrence and his lips can often be found in a friendly, welcoming smile. Olive colored skin covers him and seems to be free of any blemishes that his clothes cannot hide save for a few small scars on his hands and one under his left eye. + |
| Cicero Velenosa + | A tall, slim, athletically build man that stands just over six feet in height. His dark brown hair is well-kept and groomed, combed in a sweep over his head and down along the sides while carefully managed stubble of the same color covers hisjawline and chin to put a shadow on his jawline and lend his features an edge of maturity. Black coffee colored eyes look out from his face with a bright exhubrence and his lips can often be found in a friendly, welcoming smile. Olive colored skin covers him and seems to be free of any blemishes that his clothes cannot hide save for a few small scars on his hands and one under his left eye. + |
| Cigano Laroye + | He is about six and three-quarters feet tall and appears to be an adult. He has long raven black hair gathered into a tight glass-beaded plait, long-lashed dark gray eyes, and a bead-strung braided goatee. His skin is tan and his body's build is solid. He has a trio of sigils inked on his face, hailing to some kind of tribal ancestry. + |
| Cillian Blackwood + | Not petite, but Cillian stands at five feet six inches tall. His brown hair is cut short on the sides, the top longer than the sides but it hangs a bit to the other side of his head. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. He wears simple leathers, something you find out an archer or a scout. + |
| Cillian Weatherwood + | Not petite, but Cillian stands at five feet six inches tall. His brown hair is cur short on the sides, the top longer then the sides but it hangs a bit to the other side of his head. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. He wears simple leathers, something you find out a archer or a scout. + |
| Cirdan Halfshav + | Cirdan takes after his mother's side heavily, looking like he'd better fit in Lycene summers than northern winters. Tall and fit, though without the warrior's musclebound frame, Cirdan combines the image of Lycene and Northman into one, as if born to embody Halfshav's heraldry of half savage, half hero. With brown eyes that know to be warm and captivating and a smile prone to mischief, one can immediately see the charmer. The thinker, however, is more subtle, glimpsed by the calm he exhibits, the attention and insight that underlies every look and word. A handsome man to be sure, and so much more. + |
| Ciriel Whitehawk + | Messy nest-like hair gives an unconcerned appearance. Face is wrinkled from his life behind a forge and some would say his features are unremarkable, but the moustache is what makes his face memorable. He wears all of his trinkets wherever applicable, even after they broke. However unpractical that might be, he finds them serving their purpose. + |
| Ciro Seraceni + | He is of average height, with confident posture, and a devious gleam in his gray eyes. His form is lean, and, in spite of his natural olive complexion, its fairer shade suggests he spends far less time in the sun than most of the members of his family. His face is angular, and his straight black hair generally sweeps languidly away from his features. He has a pleasant, full, Lycene-accented voice that is adept at putting those around him at ease, though prone, at times, to excitement and rapidity that can be infectious. + |
| Cirroch Sanna + | Big and broad, with sturdy strength to the bulk of his arms and shoulders, Cirroch cuts a larger than life figure to go with his larger than life personality. He has heavy black eyebrows over deepset eyes that seem to frequently carry the brightness of a laugh in their deep brown depths. His hair is kept very short, clipped close to his head in a no-nonsense way. His voice booms, resonant and liquid in its depth. + |
| Clara Crovane + | Clara stands at 5'2" and appears to weigh about 100lbs. Mostly smooth and silky skin takes on a milky-ivory color in the winter and a bronze sun-kissed color in the warmer months. She's thin but not entirely lacking in muscle and she moves with the grace of a tiny but determined predator. Her very long brown hair falls down passed her rear in rich waves that have lighter brown and blonde highlights to give it depth and dimension. Perhaps Clara's most striking feature though is her eyes which are glazed over and white. This can make her repulsive to some people and mysterious to others but unless she's asked she tends to ignore the attention given to them. Rumor has it her eyes are a side effect of her birth, having been born and not breathing. Others say it is a sign she is touched by the Spirits or Gods. The truth of it is that it is unknown why her eyes are white. + |
| Clarisse Charon + | Her curly ebony locks cascade in deep dark ringlets voluminously down her back in thick rivulets that catch the light despite their darkness with luscious, healthy shine. This richness frames a rounder face, with warmly toned and perfectly smooth skin, her high cheekbones rosy and her full lips plump and pink. Her nose is button-cute, yet she manages to be a gentle beauty with bright, intelligent eyes the color of melting chocolate. Her figure is slender, with gentle curves, and she often wears a relaxed, affable expression. + |
| Claude + | Claude has the lean, athletic build of a crafter who spends his days shaping the world into what he needs it to be. Dark hair is kept close-cropped on the sides, but left a bit longer on top in a messy, thick wave. He lacks the classic, square-jawed hero's handsomeness -- ears a little too prominent, nose not quite long enough -- but there is certainly appeal in the dramatic shade of dark brows, the warm brown eyes that almost glint amber in certain lights, a charm to his features that's more boyish than anything else, despite the full, thick beard he keeps well-groomed. His hands are rather beautiful, either because or in despite of the marks and scars that strongly indicate a lifetime of working with them. Large and strong, his long fingers hold a grace and dexterity that suggests not just strength, but the potential for delicacy and elegance. + |
| Claude Crucible + | Claude has the lean, athletic build of a crafter who spends his days shaping the world into what he needs it to be. Dark hair is kept close-cropped on the sides, but left a bit longer on top in a messy, thick wave. He lacks the classic, square-jawed hero's handsomeness -- ears a little too prominent, nose not quite long enough -- but there is certainly appeal in the dramatic shade of dark brows, the warm brown eyes that almost glint amber in certain lights, a charm to his features that's more boyish than anything else, despite the full, thick beard he keeps well-groomed. His hands are rather beautiful, either because or in despite of the marks and scars that strongly indicate a lifetime of working with them. Large and strong, his long fingers hold a grace and dexterity that suggests not just strength, but the potential for delicacy and elegance. + |
| Claudia Malespero + | A whole lot wrapped up in a neat little package. She's got the carefully cultivated look of someone that likes the finer things in life, has manners, might even fancy herself as someone that eventually sets trends. But there is a steel that hides beneath the silk, and a nobility of self that goes deeper than clothes and jewels. Dark brown hair is kept semi-long, and always well kept in either a straight fall down her back or carefully styled back in braids. Her dark brown eyes are wide, and might be considered doe-like, with a mouth that is designed for smiles. + |
| Cleo Frost + | Taller than most men and with a curvy hourglass build she would stand out by that alone but there is so much more to her to draw the eye. Dark mahogany skin has gold overtones when reflecting the light which makes her appear almost painted. Slightly slanted wide dark eyes are framed by thick lashes and a tattoo of a white ink line starts on her forehead above each sharp eyebrow and descends vertically over her eyelids and down to sharp cheek bones. Her jaw is slender and angular down to a delicate rounded chin. A short straight nose with a rounded tip and nostrils flared slightly wide beneath which lies full bow shaped lips finishes off her beautiful features. Her hair is a long mane of barely controlled loose black curls reaching down to the middle of her back most of the time. + |
| Clover Farshaw + | Not a tall woman, Clover manages to be petite and curvaceous at the same time. What might have been an athletic frame is instead soft and voluptuous, her hourglass curves giving her the ideal feminine figure. Evergreen eyes sparkle with a bright spark of intelligence and warmth. Her smiles are wide and easily given. Long white-gold hair is often done up in a Valardin style: braids or buns, with colorful ribbons mixed into the golden locks. + |
| Clover Wyrmguard + | Standing at 5'0" in her stocking feet Clover Wyrmguard is definitely "tactical sized". She's delicately slender without much muscle definition to her form though a hint of baby fat remains. Her evergreen eyes shine with a bright spark of intelligence and warmth. Her smile is wide and easily given. Long white-gold hair is often done up in a Valardin style; braids, or buns, with ribbons mixed into the golden locks. + |
| Cocine Arcuri + | A robust woman, on the taller side of average, with a sculpted tone to her that speaks of long hours and hard work. Honey blond hair that reaches the top of her shoulderblades, often pulled up into a twist or bun, with strands falling here and there to be brushed or blown away absently. Dark eyes with a straightforward, non-nonsense look that warm and lighten with mirth or amusement often. Hers is an artful appearance, with an easy gait that speaks of confidence and assurance. + |
| Col Steelhart + | Tall and rakish he is a strikingly handsome man with angular features. High cheekbones lead to a squared jaw with an almost narrow chin. Cleanshaven with only a dusting of a dark haired goatee frames expressive lips. A straight nose centers his face but his eyes are his most striking feature. Steel grey they have heavy lids giving him 'bedroom' eyes just beneath straight eyebrows that tilt up at the outside edge. A high forehead leads to a lustrous mane of loose black curls. There is a presence to him that is much larger than he is, assured, commanding, confident. He is a man who is extremely comfortable in his lightly tanned skin. + |
| Cole Farago + | Standing below average height, he is built solid with a sizable amount of practical muscle. He has an open, youthful face with light brown eyes and short cut brown hair, square jaw kept inexpertly shaved. There's a slight crook to the bridge of his nose from an old break, and a few miscellaneous scars on his face and cheeks. His skin is very tanned, hands work-worn and calloused. + |
| Colette Laurent + | Pale. Tall. Thin. Colette is a whisp of a young woman, with an intense gaze. One who looks like a particularly strong gust of wind could blow away. She is lanky, sporting some long limbs to go with her taller frame. She seems to lack in the way of muscles, as well as womanly curves, but she makes up for it with extreme, dancers like grace to her movements. Her brown hair, neither too dark, nor too light, makes her the odd one out among her older siblings. As do her big brown eyes, which she often keeps lined with a dark khol. She has soft features, which go perfectly with her /very/ soft spoken nature. When she does speak, she speaks with an extremely thick Oathlands accent, showing she did not spend much time with anyone outside of her family growing up. + |
| Conall Redrain + | Tall and lean, his muscular body is clearly that of a warrior's - pale skin marked with scars here and there as testament to past battles. Blond hair the color of winter wheat has been shaven down to the skin on both sides of his head while the top has been left to grow long and woven into an intricate braid, tied together with gold wire, and hangs down to just above the belt. Sharp eyes the color of a cloudless summer sky are set into an angular face, and this particular Northern warrior has opted for a scruffy blond goatee. + |
| Conrad Drayton + | Despite being a veteran of the Gray Forest pacification campaigns, Conrad doesn't have many scars outside one across his forearm from an axe; a testament to the effectiveness of his infantry line. Cropped black hair frames a chiseled face, while a well toned body speaks of a well maintained exercise routine. While Conrad does tend to have a severe demeanor on the job and off, he does not come off as imposing; he's the first to say he's presenting an orderly example. Discipline is how he survived the campaigns, after all. + |
| Constance Redrain + | Shoulder-length hair of dark chestnut brown pairs with snow-fair skin, glacial blue eyes, and blood-red lips to paint a portrait of this imperiously-featured woman. Despite her modest height, she carries herself with a regal, dignified, and perhaps even entitled aspect that makes its way into every curl of her sumptuous lips, arch of her dark brows, or narrowing of her long-lashed eyes. Her fine-boned features are more elegant than delicate, though one can be forgiven for confusing the two. Slim of body and limb, with artfully shaped collarbones raised to slender prominence, she lives long from anything athletic in build. Still, neither sticks or twigs shape her silhouette, and soft contours assert a sort of wintry sensuality to her form, more suited to the comfort of a crackling fire than the woodsy outdoors. + |
| Constantine Kennex + | Tall and lithe, Constantine managed himself with a rolling grace. He moved without hurry, limbs languidly swinging to project him forward in an effortless sway. He bears a clear resemblence to the Kennex genetic line: blonde, blue eyes, fair skin. The youth even maintains a bit of that sterness his elder siblings have coined simply in his passive expressions. While his jawline is a chiseled line, there's a certain softenss to Connie's facial features. He held an intense sort of appeal to him. Often mistaken for 'brooding' by appearance alone. + |
| Copper + | Petite and softspoken, this woman would fade into any crowd, were it not for the tumble of long, loose red-gold curls she leaves down to spill around her arms. With her sunkissed skin, and a generous mouth given to frequent smiles, she has a warm and charming mien. Only when one is caught by that sharp, wild gaze does it becomes apparent she is more than the pretty youth she appears to be. It's her eyes -- amber gold and brilliant as faceted topaz -- that give pause. Though her smiles warm them through and through, she can't fully disguise the lingering grief and sharp-edged cunning within. Often, her hands are hidden in gloves. When they aren't, the tips of her fingers appear oddly burnished, shining bright and metallic as if they were dipped in paint. + |
| Cora Ulbran + | This woman has long auburn hair, and dark blue eyes, an upright posture and lips that easily quirk into a smile, whether it be amused or sarcasticly sweet. She stands just over five and a half foot tall, and has a tendency to wear such practical clothing as you might find in the common areas of the city. + |
| Coraline Thrax + | Light brown hair has been hacked short and tufts up by her ears and at the nap of her neck, hinting that her locks might have a bit of a curl to them when longer. In the summer months, her tresses become sun-kissed and a smattering of pale freckles appear across her nose. Despite her boyish haircut, she is unable to hide the femininity of her features: wide, clear green eyes fringed with dark lashes, soft lips and cheeks which still have the adorable roundness of youth. Her heart-shaped face is anchored by a determined little chin and, more often than not, there is a smudge of dirt somewhere upon her fair complexion. While her body is lightly curved, there is strength there too and one would be foolish to underestimate her just because of the pretty package she comes in. + |
| Corban Telmar + | Corban stands broad of shoulder with a warrior's muscled build, toned and built from years spent at practice for battle. He moves with a soldier's confident, easy gait, assured of every purposeful step and calculated movement. Light, colorful eyes glint brightly when the lord's features register happiness, and flash with electricity when anger overtakes his expression. He sports a smart, well-groomed goatee that covers his jaw, framing the man's handsome features pleasantly. He wears his hair longer on the top than the sides, brushed back loosely over the top of the Telmar's head. + |
| Corbit Leary + | Corbit is tall and thin, though there is a wiry strength about him and sureness to his movements. His long, clever fingers almost always have ink stains, sometimes, one might even find a smudge or something similar on his nose or chin. Inqusitive, grey eyes stare out from a moderately handsome face with a strong jawline. His head is topped with a mop of unruly dark brown hair that gives him an absnet minded, boyish air. He's pale, but not the kind of pale that speaks of ill health, it more looks like he spends a lot of time inside and doesn't have the closest relationship with the sun. + |
| Cordelia Grimhall + | Striking violet eyes, brilliant and wide, greedily draw all the attention, so clear and deep as to almost appear surreal. Dark ash brown tresses frequently obscure youthful and pretty features, so she keeps those recalcitrant locks carefully secured elsewhere. Once pale skin has long since darkened under the sun, developing into a luxuriously light bronze tone. The very peak of agile athleticism, elegant lines trace her short stature and slim hourglass figure. The high, clear, and gently airy timbre of her voice compliments her free and passionate demeanor. + |
| Corinna Kelsey + | Corinna's is a simple, rustic sort of prettiness, with her fiery copper locks and her cheerful, flirty blue eyes. Those wild red tresses tumble in untamed waves over her shoulders, framing a face with high cheeks, a slender nose, and pouty lips that offset the airheaded expressions she tends to wear with a certain saucy edge. She is of medium height, and blessed with a buxom hourglass figure that she moves with an earthy sort of poise. When speaking, her warm, honeyed voice is beset by her words tending to tumble over one another as her volubility gets the better of her. + |
| Corinne Brooks + | With her soft features, bright gold hair and sky-blue eyes, Corinne could ostensibly have made a living off of being pretty. Her curves are modest, but in all the right places. If she were sleeping eternally in a casket, a storybook prince could fairly mistake her for his beloved princess, and there are moments when she's bored or dozing off where that beauty shines through. There is an uncomfortable intensity to her gaze, maybe in the way she stares or knits her eyebrows, and she can pull off some of the skeeziest smiles. She holds herself confidently for the most part, and has a smile for the world at every turn, but something callously unpleasant and brooding lurks underneath. + |
| Cornelius Blackshore + | Light flecks of silver pepper the edges of his chestnut locks. Swirling cerulean eyes that have the hints of crow's feet at the edges reflect whatever the occasion calls for. Proud nose connects him to a long line of ancestry. Smooth tongue, smiling lips and deep voice that always have the right words for any situation. Even though he's experienced the rigors of age causing a little rounding here and there, his powerful body would rival any young man. Whatever scars the man carries are not for public viewing. + |
| Corrala Leary + | A kind looking woman stands before you. She reaches about 5 foot 6 in height and her regal bearing shows every inch of it. Long light brown hair hangs to the middle of her back, and a pair of large, thoughtful light brown eyes dominate her fair face. The rest of her body is slender with long limbs and a curvy torso. Her hands are slightly roughened from moderately hard work. + |
| Corrigan Grayhope + | Tousled waves of dark chestnut hair fall forward over his high forehead, centered by thick, dark eyebrows whose expressiveness is dynamic. Corrigan's hair is warm in hue and soft and thick in texture, with a tendency to get into his eyes except in that perfect window of time within the first two or three days after a haircut. His eyes are unusually arresting: large, clear and pale, a light-washed green in hue, like sunlight reflected through the veins of summer leaves. His lips are thin, pale pink, with features whose planes and angles suggest an understated delicacy, which is only undercut by a tendency of his to leave his sculpted features obscured beneath gathering scruff across his jaw and chin and lip. + |
| Corwin Sanna + | There are five things that Corwin can be boiled down to when looking at him. The first is his height, for he stands a full head above most men and more than that above many others. The second is hair; dirty blond locks fall down to his shoulders when not kept in a braid, and something slightly darker forms the full beard that hides much of his face. The third would be ink. Across the visible parts of his tanned flesh are lines of ink in dark blue, painting pictures on a canvass stretched wide at the shoulders and narrow at the hips to tell a story that looks cohesively scribed but mysteriously told. The fourth would be confidence, for no man of his large build moves without expecting the world to give way to his whims and wishes. And the fifth would either the joviality, the kindness, or the fierceness of his pale blue eyes depending on the situation. + |
| Cosette Nightgold + | Cosette is a young woman in her late teens, standing around 5'1". She has long, light blonde hair reaching just below her shoulder blades when down, and her eyes are a shimmery blue-green that changes depending on the color she wears. Her complexion is clear and fair, and she most often gives warm smiles with a sweet, innocent vibe attached. Her build is lithe, yet feminine, and she carries herself well. Cosette often wears simple, yet pretty dresses in various pastel tones. + |
| Cosimo Tessere + | A tall, plain young man whose appearance seems to stop just short of being handsome. His dark hair is often in a state of slight disarray, its dark wisps framing his angular face. His nose is long and straight, just as pointed as his chin. His build is linear and long-limbed, with little body fat or muscle. His thin lips are drawn into a mild line and his overall demeanor seems nonchalant and passive. In spite of this, he does not seem to be timid or shy, for his deep amber eyes rarely stray or wander even in moments of discomfort. The faint scent of mahogany, coffee and ink lingers in his wake. + |
| Costas Voducce + | Costas is a wiry man of an athletic build found in all men of labor the world over. Commonly handsome, his otherwise manly stature is betrayed by a habitual, casual lean. Beard and scalp have been trimmed (surely with a dull knife) to the same length all round, revealing a leathery bronze complexion- the product of years toiling in the sun. These features, along the strong scent of salt spray and pitch, mark him out as a man of the sea. His dispassionate countenance reveals little of his thoughts to the casual observer, though in candid moments his tempestuous grey-blue eyes may flash with life, and an impudent smirk threatens to reveal itself from behind his lips. + |
| Courage Pie + | Courage is a farm boy stuck in a soldier's clothing and given a sword. It shows. There's nothing particularly attractive about his plain features, and his musculature seems focused to his upper body from hours toiling in a field. His brown hair is cropped short and he's prone to weak grins and sulked shoulders in small company. When the pressure's on, he seems about a foot taller, at least until it's time to actually face reality. + |
| Cristoph Laurent + | Tailoring -- or armoring -- mostly obscures the most dramatic feature of Cristoph's looks, the latticework of arrow scars that write pale white lines over the broad bulk of his chest and shoulders. One of those fine lines surges past his collarbone to a visible mark left on the skin of his neck. His next most distinguishing feature is the brilliant clarity of his blue eyes, their summery hue as arresting as the intensity behind them. His features are mostly even and pleasant without being drop dead gorgeous, but the expressiveness of his eyes and the dynamic mobility of his mouth lend more charm to his face in motion than it might be entitled in stillness. Tall and sturdy, his stocky frame is lent grace by the length of his limbs, and there is an energy to his carriage that suggests his dynamism. + |
| Cufre Harrow + | Eyes of a deep, dark blue contrast against the porcelain pale of her skin and the wealth of her deep copper hair. She's a slip of a thing, with a quiet, lovely presence given to graceful motion and gentle emotion. There's a knowing brightness to her deep eyes, teased in the smile of her bow-shaped lips, her limbs long and willowy for her height. + |
| Cullen Greenmarch + | On the tallish side, with broad shoulders and a strong frame Cullen has the bearing of a knight. In contrast to his hard body, he has a long, freckled face with fair skin and broad but gentle features. His gray eyes are warm and hold a kindness to them. He attempts to hide the softness of his face behind a well groomed mustache and beard of coppery red that is a shade darker than his similarly hued hair, parted to one side and left a bit longer on top. + |
| Curran Grayhope + | Curran is a slight, wiry figure with full cheeks that suggest even more youth than he can rightly claim, wide black eyes and heavy dark eyebrows beneath his rough mop of black curls. His lips are full and dark, his nose a smashed button and his olive-dark skin dusted with freckles and dark moles in unlikely places. Not tall or broad, he moves with quiet, eerie grace, slipping through crowds or into cracks as smoothly and elusively as a shadow, or a young, hungry tomcat. + |
| Cutlin Moss + | Standing a robust and tightly muscled 6', this man doesn't severely stand out. He is handsome in a stark and quiet way, and his clothing tends to be far from the ostentatious. His hair is dark brown with a few streaks of grey, and it falls almost to the middle of his back. He tends to have a few days worth of salt and pepper stubble. His skin is tanned, and he looks like he is somewhere in his late thirties, or even forty. He is clearly in excellent shape for his age, however, and is quite handsome for it. His eyes are his most notable feature, as they are a deep forest green. + |
| Cybele Frost + | Over six feet tall, and with a slender frame and willowy limbs, Cybele maintains an effortless grace and economy of motion. From the golden hair cascading in waves, to the pale, almost glowing skin and the stormy eyes fixed just beyond the horizon; the Prodigal maintains an air of the Ethereal. High cheekbones and a pair of beauty marks above plush lips at the left cheek adds to the delicate and ageless beauty of the Shav. Exotic like the lights that dance in ribbons across the night sky in Everwinter. Curious, like a soon-to-be dead cat - and that, too, is visible in those elfin features. + |
| Cydra Corroda + | She is a tall and sturdy-looking woman, with glossy copper red hair pulled in to an unflattering ponytail, pale skin, and a starfield's worth of freckles all over her body. She has sea green eyes framed with thick and dark eyelashes and poorly-hidden lines of fatigue. She has a heart-shaped head, and her face is lean and tight with tension. + |
| Cynara + | Upon first glance, Cynara simply looks like a beautiful woman by any standard of beauty. Yet, the longer one looks at her, the stranger the shimmering red of her hair seems, less like hair at all and more like spun gemstones. Her skin is flawless, as if she were carved from alabaster instead of flesh. Her eyes, the dark gold of aged coins, are far too old for the youthful face in which they are set. Even the way she carries herself starts to seem slightly 'off' somehow as if she is moving with far more grace than should be possible for a human body. Yet, even this oddness can quickly be forgotten in just a glance as she becomes just another beautiful woman. After all, that is surely all she is... + |
| Cyril Melaeris + | Lean and lithe, Cyril is not the poster boy for a Thraxian Lord. He's in fine shape, fit and has the calloused hands of an experienced sailor but injuries have long kept him at home. His left leg has been replaced by the most basic of wooden prosthetics and left him requiring a cane to walk. Scars mark the canvas of his dark, dusky skin and two fingers are missing from the man's left hand. His head is shaved bald but Cyril still sports a greying beard and mustache combo. + |
| Cyrus Laurent + | The man before you is of average build, leaned more towards an athletic body that has seen its fair share of combat and strength over the years. Standing at six feet tall, he sports short-cut dirty blond hair and blue eyes. The short stubble that resides on his face shows hints of gray from his years. There is a stiff quality to the way he holds his body even in casual settings. + |
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| Dacian Krosse + | With broad shoulders and long limbs, Dacian's physique can best be described as athletic with well pronounced musculature made for the hunt rather than battle. Brunette hair is worn at his shoulders, swept back and secured out of his face. His chiseled jaw boasts a neatly trimmed goatee that gives him a roguish look. Deep brown eyes are more expressive than he'd like, often giving away more than he would normally dare - though most of the time they portray him as a man with a calm that runs deep within. + |
| Daemon Dracone + | Tall and fair haired, Daemon is the picture perfect representation of knightly elegance straight from the Oathlands. With shining locks of hair and a young face devoid of blemishes, his fading youth can barely be noticed against his pale skin. Catching emerald eyes are often curious or set forward in a dutiful gaze. His build is what one would expect from someone who's spent years training with both blade and social etiquette, carrying himself with regal posture while at the same time being toned to a warrior's physique. Broad shoulders compliment his more slender arms, honed to a certain finesse without losing their strength. {w({nThe man bears a crescent scar, running from his forehead to the bottom of his chin on the ride side. It looks old and has faded a bit with time. He's also sporting a new addition: A full beard!{w){n + |
| Dafne Rubino-Zaffria + | Dafne is not tall, with a build that is all soft curves. Her face, too, is soft curves, with a generous mouth, and high forehead. Her skin is as smooth and unblemished as a flower petal, emphasizing her youth, and her eyes, richly-fringed with dark lashes, are brilliantly blue and unsettlingly large. She has a luxuriant cloud of black hair, its darkness making her skin appear even fairer than it is. Her expression is habitually solemn, and she has a way of staring at things--often people--just a little bit longer than necessary. -- + |
| Dag Frost + | Marked by stern, craggy features, Dag's face looks like the sort that's more comfortable wearing a frown. Though his skin might once have been fair, exposure to the sun and an assortment of other weathering conditions leaves it darkened and abused. Still, sharp lines and an angled jaw blend together in a somewhat flattering manner even if the latter is covered by a well-groomed beard. Obviously a matter of pride for the man, he keeps it shaped and clean as it blends into the thick mane of hair atop his head. Both obviously started out a chestnut brown, and for the most part they remain so, but exposure to the sun has left its mark, bleaching it until streaks of pale gold layer in with the darker shades. If the state of his hair and skin still left any question as to his history of laborious work, his build should lay to rest any doubts. Thick, corded muscle, broad shoulders, and a dense frame suggest whatever his vocation, it comes with a fair helping of heavy lifting. + |
| Dagny Stahlben + | Long, bright auburn hair is a concession to vanity that almost seems like more trouble then it is really worth in the end, and a lot of work. Everything else about her is the image of practicality and focus on the more martial of arts. She's lithe, capable of easy movements and a strength that isn't obvious by cursory inspection. Strong brows arch over wide, vividly blue eyes that often flash with amusement and mischief. Her mouth is expressive, but often set in a neutral line, and she's got strong features with wide, high cheek bones. + |
| Dagon Thrax + | Something of a surprise, Dagon remains one of the most appealing men in the whole of the realm. Strikingly handsome, his lean, sharp features outline a youthful, handsome face, full of life and vitality. His eyes, intensely deep blue, might seem cold at first glance, but his brilliant smile quickly sets one at ease, giving them a surprisingly lively glint. His build is lean and lithe, moving with confidence and surety, each motion deliberate and smooth. His black hair is kept short, mostly for convenience, allowing his attentions to be directed on more practical things. As a whole, he is a paragon of courtly virtue, easily becoming a muse for heroic ballads and art. + |
| Dagon Tyde + | There are paintings all over Maelstrom depicting Donrai, the former High Lord, in his prime: a severe-looking man with austere cheekbones, a strong jaw, and cold blue eyes. To say that his grandson, Dagon Thrax, is the spitting image of those paintings would not be far off from the truth, and those that knew Donrai back then would think that they had gone back into the past upon looking at Dagon, for he is a mirror image. Except this particular side of the mirror has been distorted, and is visibly less cruel than the other. Dagon has lines from laughing rather than frowning, and while his face shows the well-earned stress of a leader, his eyes are light with the sparkle of youth all the same. His voice, when it comes, is low and reserved, but also soft and soothing. His hair has been cut well away from his eyes, and left loose in the barest of black curls across his forehead and around his ears. He bears the lean physique of a fencer, with muscles made more for action than appearance. + |
| Dairen Wyrmguard + | Dark hair falls past his shoulders, worn loose more often than not, and of a brown so dark it is like black coffee. His face is long and narrow, with an angular jaw often dusted with day old stubble and a slight cleft to his chin. Dark heavy brows lend a certain intensity of expression to his deep blue eyes and a set of nicely sculpted lips are perhaps his most expressive feature, resting beneath a strong and straight nose. His build is muscular enough, with light tone apparent, but devoid of any bulk or excess, insted evoking a certain sort of sleek grace when in movement, and a sculptured ease when in repose. {w({nHis hair is caught back at the nape of his neck and a liberal dusting of dark stubble peppers the lower portion of his face.{w){n + |
| Dalsam recently disowned from a wealthy merchant family + | (he/they) Dalsam is a short person with warm, medium brown skin. They have dark brown eyes and a wiry build. Their black hair is thick and curly, and they wear it long and in a ponytail. His voice is low and pleasant, and he tends to speak rather softly. He walks with a slight limp. He has long, deft fingers, often inkstained. Altogether, though, their appearance isn't especially unusual; they prefer to go unnoticed in a crowd. + |
| Damaris Arenir + | A short and rather slender young woman with something of a boyish look to her; "handsome" describes her better than "beautiful." Golden hair is cut so short as to just cover the tops of her ears; her fair-skinned face is blemished only by a few scattered freckles. Large wide eyes, the pale bluish green of verdigrised copper, are veiled behind dark lashes. Her manner is serious despite her youth, but her voice light, sweet and pleasant to listen to. + |
| Damiana Valardin + | Damiana was always a gorgeous woman, so much so that it was almost expected from her that she would grow to be vain and addicted to silks to compliment her stunning looks. She stands tall and her mane of blonde curls reaches the middle of her back, a cascade of gold that once-complemented her vivid green eyes superbly now frames her milky orbs, her sight gone. Effortlessly sultry, there is an air of superioriy that Damiana exudes even without trying, calling back to tales of arrogant dragons perched alone upon their nests above the land. Her slim body is not devoid of strength, but whatever lingers from her days traininig with a sword doesn't get nearly as much attention these days. + |
| Damik Uhl'daja + | If one were to compare Damik'uhl'daja to a statue, they might not be wrong in the chiseled and imposing figure that he presents. The man himself is warm and alive, with golden skin and hazel eyes that shift like the seas, one moment taking on more grey-blue and the next, darkening with his emotions. The only hint of softness about him: his fine black hair and full lips. A strong brow with straight, thick eyebrows accent the narrowly shaped eyes and the straight bridge of his nose. His jaw is angled sharply, though it's often hidden under a beard. He has the body of a soldier, scars and muscles, over the entirety of his frame. + |
| Damon Wyrmguard + | Boyish charm grows into sleek attractiveness, and none moreso than Damon Wyrmguard. With a wink and a smile, hearts flutter across the entire realm, his sparkling sapphire eyes alive with mirth. Hair the color of starlight hangs just long enough to be stay fashionable, and tousled enough to be rakish, with little attention necessary. His handsome jaw gives him a strong, heroic air, and he has the build of a natural warrior. His laughs abound, and his manner is easy, even when he is buried in scrolls and documents. + |
| Danae Russo + | Unblemished bronzed skin and an unmistakably stern glare - two of the first things that you notice with Danae when you first see her. Possessing a strong jaw, finishing on a slight rounded chin, Danae has all the hints of youth still upon her face. Cheekbones that are barely there with their gentle rounded apple shape, but do carry a tint of red. A thinly crafted nose graces her face, ending in a slightly rounded tip and sits between two pale amber-brown eyes with two fine, thin and maintained eyebrows arching over. Her lips are sculpted in a sweetheart shape, a thin gloss of pale pink upon them. Her hair a tight binding of browns, dark and light, woven together and shine in pure light. But behind those pale amber-brown eyes, a stern glare and a curt tone can quickly manifest itself. Direct in command, clipped tones frequently within their speech. Danae's build is toned, but slight. Her shoulders no broader than typical Southport trained citizen, which is still well-toned against most others. Her sides taper in for a strong core before they curve out in feminine, graceful, roundness and lead to her svelte, but strong, thighs and legs. + |
| Daniella Velenosa + | Darkly captivating eyes are the first thing to seize the attention of those looking at this Southern Princess. Her lips are full and quirk as easily into a dimpled grin as a disdainful sneer. Dark chocolate hair tumbles raucously down her back and her frame would seem ideally acrobatic if not for the generous curves of her hips. + |
| Danielle Valardin + | Not quite breaking even with five feet, this young woman has three main features of note. The first is how small-boned she is both in height and weight alike. The second is the intense violet hue of her vibrant and immense eyes. And the third is the color of her hair. A sterling silver untouched by even traces of gold, she looks too young for the color, it is so silver. And yet, this is the color it comes in, all the same. Long and silken and rampantly curling tresses of it which fall to hip length. Her limbs are fine and delicately toned, but the pale gold of her skin barely reveals the fading scars of only a handful of serious fights witnessed thus far. Her curves lend to an hourglass figure, and her mouth is full lipped and pale pink. {w({nSterling curls are braided in a narrow crown around her head above the long and shining locks hanging still to her hips.{w){n + |
| Dantaria Ulbran + | Small and graceful in bearing, Dantaria is dark of skin and dark of eye and dark of hair, with a preference for wearing eye-catching colour on her skin as well as in her clothing, and making it look good. With coiffure, attitudes and dress fit for a courtier rather than a commoner, she's a breath of elegance in crude surroundings. + |
| Dante DiFidante + | Tall and built like a man who knows how to wield a sword on the battle field, Dante is a striking man in both appearance and personality. His coloring and features are favored in the South; warm, dark hair kept a little long is always styled off of his face which is perfectly clean shaven save for the well groomed mustache and the slender sliver of a soul's patch just below his lower lip. He keeps himself meticulously clean an is not unlike a cat in his feline movements. His prowess as a swordsman lies within his slow and steady gait, his sharp eyes and quick reflexes. He is never truly hurried but when focused on a task, Dante gives all of himself to the moment. + |
| Dante Fidante + | Tall and built like a man who knows how to wield a sword on the battle field, Dante is a striking man in both appearance and personality. His coloring and features are favored in the South; warm, dark hair kept a little long is always styled off of his face which is perfectly clean shaven save for the well groomed mustache and the slender sliver of a soul's patch just below his lower lip. He keeps himself meticulously clean an is not unlike a cat in his feline movements. His prowess as a swordsman lies within his slow and steady gait, his sharp eyes and quick reflexes. He is never truly hurried but when focused on a task, Dante gives all of himself to the moment. + |
| Danvir Ravenseye + | For a man, Danvir is not really tall. He actually does not look like some archetypical muscular man. Instead his frame is more lithe and compact. This does not mean lack of muscles, just not an overtly muscular man. His skin is tanned by exposure to the sun. But his most defining feature has to be that fiery red mop of messy hair he has. With bangs that almost cover his equally fiery red eyebrows. His eyes has sparse lashes and they are more of a light gray. They are also somewhat small yet it is noted that they seem rather alert at everything he looks. His nose is slightly big and straight while his lips would be found on the thinner side. If anyone would look at him from first looks, he seems to have pretty long limbs despite not really being that tall. Gives a sort of athletic feel to him but not overtly so, probably of someone who leads an active lifestyle and not much from there. + |
| Dara Agassi + | There are some matters about Dara's appearance that could one could say are common in Arvum and do not stand out. After all, how many in the Lyceum alone can boast of a tanned complexion against fair skin? How many in the Oathlands might lay claim to black hair? And surely the Crownlands offers its pick of women with soft, bow-shaped lips! Could not an equal measure of Northern women be both taller or shorter than she? And for that matter can you not find brown-eyed women in the Mourning Isles? Why, then, does Dara look so different? Dara stands out because for all the commonality one might find with her features, it's still marked by the alien and exotic. Her hair isn't just black, but it's inky black with hints of darkest blue irridescence in the right light. Her eyes aren't just brown, they are so dark as to be black in all but the brightest of lights. Her cheekbones and jawline are both high and pronounced, adding a delicate look th the structure of her face, something a little different than seen on the shores of Arvum until recently. And that fair complected tan? How easily it becomes golden with just a little exposure to the sun. + |
| Darby Grayhope + | Darby looks older than he actually is. He has been subjected to a hard life by accident and by choice. Standing in front of others has left its toll on the hardy man. His head is bald, by choice, the hair there shaved down to the barest stubble late in the day. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye and the strap for it is leather, tied in the back. His remaining eye is a piercing green, beneath a dark-brown, full, brow. His nose has been broken a few times and haplessly repaired. His lips are full and bow-shaped and its possible he might have been attractive if he had made better life choices. His chin is as shaved as his head, with a dimpled chin and wide jaw that meets neatly to his thick neck. There is virtually no distinction between head and neck, one flowing neatly into the other and continuing on to form broad, bulky shoulders. His frame is athletically imposing, with the advantage of a genetic breadth, and the honing of brutal practice. He is shaped like a dangerous barrel. Darby stands an inch above 6 feet, and owns every bit of it. Of note is that his right hand is normally covered in a glove and his left hand is missing the two smallest fingers. + |
| Daria Mandragora + | Daria stands on the tall side of average, with long limbs and the lean build of someone whose days are mostly spent engaged in action. Strawberry stains honey-blonde hair, adding a reddish cast that is most pronounced in the sunshine, when it turns fly-away strands molten and copper. And there are a lot of fly-away strands. She keeps it cut short, its natural tendency to curl causing the ends to lift up, adding layers of texture and, occasionally, a bit of frizz. Pale lashes are often lost, a poor frame for dark brown eyes, like the smattering of copper freckles that melt into her tan most seasons of the year. + |
| Darian Malespero + | Shaggy dark brown hair hangs around his face, not going much further down than collar-length, but certainly less well kept than some nobles might keep their hair. Shots of light golden streaks decorate his hair from prolonged exposure to the sun that has blanched the color from the otherwise dark locks. His skin also is tan, lines from laughter and squinting against sunlight decorate the outside corners of his bright blue eyes. There's an ease to his smiles, and a clear care taken towards being in shape, but the sort of in shape that comes from hard labor and not just playing at being a soldier. His hands are rough, decorated with scars from years weilding a blade. + |
| Dariel Bisland + | Dariel's hands have never seen a hard day's work. They are neither marred by callous nor scar. They've certainly never wielded a sword. Fact of the matter is, it'd be pretty difficult to get a grip on one while wearing all of those dazzling rings! His overall dark features are masculine and influenced by a lifetime of pampering. The young man's firm, narrow jawline works to offset the soft curvature of his full lips, the loveliness of his eyelashes, and that ever feeling gaze of his -- forever lost in a whirl of abstract emotion. + |
| Dario Seraceni + | Dario stands at six feet and two inches tall. His curly brown hair, usually worn rather long, almost always looks windswept, as though the man has just come in from being out at sea. He keeps himself shaved, although he perpetually looks as though he may sprout a beard, with dark stubble gracing his chin and cheeks. His dark brown eyes are piercing, and can be unnerving when settled into a squinted gaze of interest. He has a long, slender scar from the bottom of his left eye down to his jawline from some long-ago mishap. + |
| Darkus Crovane + | A tall man with brown hair and blue eyes. Darkus dresses in the finest clothing he can afford be it aeterna, umbra, or luxury silks. He aims to always dress well, to show off his wealth and the respect he has earned from his years of hard labor. The exception is when he is sailing he tends to dress the part of a sailor instead. + |
| Darren Redrain + | Fair of face and temperament, Darren's youthful countenance is offset slightly by a well-groomed beard, grizzled enough to satisfy his Northern counterparts, but trimmed fine enough to rival the fashions of Southern courtiers. His bright blue eyes are often kind, but not overly encouraging of familiarity. His auburn hair tends toward the vibrant reds of the north, and curls softly, without becoming completely untamed. He boasts a strong, well-honed frame, built by hard martial training, while moving with an easy grace. + |
| Darrow Darkwater + | Stoic, this man's features are hardened and stern. The strict and angular lines of his face are austere and aesthetic, but hold little warmth. Severely cropped, midnight black hair is flecked with seafoam grey, prematurely. Watery, the blue of his eyes are like a deep reflecting pool, their depths tending to hold sadness despite his circumstances. Muscular, but in a manner so spare as to seem rawboned, as if food had been an afterthought in his life. His skin is fair, marked with scars left uncaringly healed. + |
| Daturo Tessere + | Hours of practice have created a man of lean muscles whose already swarthy skin has been darkened even further by the sun. His dark, curly hair is kept short in a cut that is both utilitarian and fashionable as is his close-cropped beard. He carries himself with the easy, graceful air of a privileged upbringing, undercut occasionally by a rare and fleeting sadness that passes over his almond-colored eyes. + |
| Dawn Grayson + | Dawn is not by any means the most beautiful woman in Arx, but she can claim the most appropriate name. With her honey skin and red-gold waves of hair, she looks to be painted in the shades of her namesake - and like the sun, the warmth of her smile is something to bask in. There's Grayson steel in her, though - in the unyielding strength of her spine, and her eyes a hazy shade of winter grey. Her brows are straight and strong, the soft spray of freckles across her sun-kissed nose a testament to the time this particular lady spends outdoors. With a lush, ruby mouth tucked in at the corners in a perpetual expression of pleasure, her delicately chiseled jaw and chin also hint at the strength beneath the sunshine. A recent scar bisects her left eyebrow and continues down her cheek. Bright and harsh and new, it keeps her mien from too much girlish cuteness and signals a narrow miss for that eye. + |
| Daya Harrin + | Daya carries herself with a certain carefree air. While she is easy enough on the eyes, she lacks the refined grace and powdered beauty of noble ladies, looking every bit like the lower borough wench that she is. Her figure is ordinary, the product of a life without excess, but she bears it with a breezy ease that manages to catch the eye. She is most often found wearing the trappings of a barmaid, and her glib, shallow charm is right at home in the taverns. + |
| Dayton Grace + | Dayton is blessed when it comes to his appearance, as many who inhabit Arx are. Atop his head sits a wild mop of curly blonde hair that falls to just barely graze the top of sinewed shoulders, outer strands kissed by the sun to a golden blonde while the depths of the roots seem to be more of a fair brown which also carried the the perpetual layer of thick stubble that graced his features. His gaze is a pale green reminiscent of the shallows of Stormward during the summer months when the algae is thick and it stains the throng of the tide pools that hide in nooks throughout the island's coast. He was of average height and build for a Stormward man, his figure lean but muscled from years of manual labor. + |
