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| Decius Meridius + | Decius stands 6' tall and has a rather impressive physique, beyond lean yet not too much into the bulk one would see if a heavy weapon was their preference. His skin is the color of rich coffee. He does have a neatly trimed beard which adds to his rakish charm. His heard is not rush short, but it is on the short side and neatly kept as well. There are tiny forge burns about his arms, as one would expect in his given profession. His hands have thick calusses from working with tools day and day out. + |
| Declan Tyde + | There is a masculine beauty to Declan's face, but a remote, forbidding one; his features are a cast of good looks chiseled from marble, and a tall frame cut with compact muscle -- the promise of strength, a weapon held in abeyance. His hair is jet, waving across a forehead faintly lined from the stern frown in frequent residence. Eyes ice-pale in the looming shadows of his thick, dark brows render his gaze as cold and remote as a mountain glacier. + |
| Deimos + | The absence of a left eye only calls attention to the intensity of this aging man's gaze, a leather patch sealing away the offending wound like a tomb. In the murky depths of his sharp stare lies a cunning mind at work. His tall stature and steel poise are marked by a limping gait, often aided by a cane that grants the sea dog an air of refinement. Far from frail, broad shoulders and strong arms defy time's attempts to catch up with him, though gray has begun to streak through thick hair once as proud and dark as a pirate's black banner. + |
| Delfina Darkwater + | Lanky and graceful in the way of someone who knows what her body is capable of, Delfina projects a warm confidence in everything she undertakes. Dark, brown hair tumbles just past her strong shoulders in waves, occasional flashes of silver hiding in the darker spill. Curiosity and wit sparkle in her blue-gray eyes, and determination is evident in the set of her squared, angled jawline. Quick, expressive hands and agile limbs imply years spent in physical pursuits and being used to travel. + |
| Delia Whisper + | Few Courtiers can be described as 'cute' or 'adorable'. Delia not only embodies these qualities, but makes them her own unique whisper brand. Fiery red hair falls in delightful curls, normally kept up with a few ringlets framing her round cheeks. A little button nose and a dash of freckles across her face enhance her charming vigor. Deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief and delight, and her lush lips always seem to smile and laugh with a vitality all their own. Her figure is pleasantly curvaceous, and her tiny frame suits it well. Her emotions always seem to be of the effervescent variety, and she takes great care to always seem positive. + |
| Delilah Shepherd + | Delilah is a beautiful woman to behold and her appearance seems to be an adventure in itself. Her hair is the color of golden toffee and flows over her shoulders in gentle curls, pooling against her back. Thick bangs rest over chiseled eyebrows, and her bright cobalt eyes are fringed with long lashes. Her soft cupid's bow lips are usually pulled into a neutral line, but occasionally the corners upturn into a faint grin or smirk, and more rarely into a warm smile. Her fair complexion glows with the vigor of youth, kissed lightly by the sun and wind. She is tall and svelte, possessing notably long legs and graceful curves, though her attire tends to favor practicality over accentuating her attractive features. + |
| Delilah Whitehawk + | Delilah is a beautiful woman to behold and her appearance seems to be an adventure in itself. Her hair is the color of golden toffee and flows over her shoulders in gentle curls, pooling against her back. Thick bangs rest over chiseled eyebrows, and her bright cobalt eyes are fringed with long lashes. Her soft cupid's bow lips are usually pulled into a neutral line, but occasionally the corners upturn into a faint grin or smirk, and more rarely into a warm smile. Her fair complexion glows with the vigor of youth, kissed lightly by the sun and wind. She is tall and svelte, possessing notably long legs and graceful curves, though her attire tends to favor practicality over accentuating her attractive features. + |
| Demura Lyonesse + | Just above average height, Demura is a woman of strength. Strength of build, strength of character, even her expression is one of iron will and determination. A true warrior woman, she has a compact build that allows her subtle curves to enhance the grace of her toned musculature. She has a wealth of shoulder length, glossy brown hair with golden streaks franted by the sun, giving those locks a bronzed look. Her skin has a tawny appearance, sun-kissed and tanned, marred here and there by the slightly paler lines of scars earned in battle. That she has only a few speaks to her prowess. With high cheekbones and a straight, patrician nose, her full mouth gives her a classic beauty tempered by a strong jaw and serious expression. + |
| Denica Thrax + | A tousle of rich, ink-dark hair swirls to her waist in satin waves, swept away from the column of her throat to curl over her shoulder. Set beneath high, arched brows, her almond eyes smolder with the hue and depth of a raw sapphire, fringed in black velvet lashes. The pallor of her fair skin seems lit from within, aglow in the blossom of her cheeks. Her lips pronounce a fine bow, the pink of a shell. Smooth angles refine the contour of her face, from the sculpt of cheekbone, to nose, to jawline, soft with youth. Dainty in stature, her slim hourglass figure blooms at the curve of hip and bust, imbued throughout with a flowing grace. + |
| Deoiridh Unknown + | This slender woman strikes a carefree or perhaps negligent figure to most onlookers, possessed of youthful years and middling height, pale-skinned with keen eyes of grey; her hair of vibrant crimson often abandoned to unkempt disarray. Hers is an aquiline visage, unadorned save the esoteric and gruesome display of criss-crossing scars and convolutions of runes; a plethora of tribal inscriptions which reticulate across her face and figure in equal measure, depicting Shav'arvani symbolism. The most prominent of the design is a two-headed viper coiling around her neck, black burn scars serving as its outline whilst white hues of ink portray a seeming mirror-like hide. It appears to be devouring its own tail, whilst its remaining head slithers its way below, disappearing from sight into the concealed parts of her wiry frame. + |
| Derovai Voss + | Of a middling height at five foot ten, Derovai is confidently comfortable in every inch of himself. Dark, disheveled hair, a shadow of stubble across his strong jaw, and striking blue eyes lend to the Oathlander a mien of a mysterious nature. + |
| Desiree Wyrmguard + | Sun kissed wisps of morning mist coalesce into the white gold locks of Desiree's tresses, always coifed into artistic perfection. A sweet face, full of laughs and looks bring life to the Valardin beauty. Deep sapphire eyes, like the azure waters of the sea hold promise of delights and intrigue, whether the young woman laughs or scowls, equal in their ferocity. All feminine curves and lines, some whisper that the gods sent Desiree to remind the Valardin people why they hold chivalry in such esteem. Her laugh can outshine a city, and charm with barely a chuckle. + |
| Desma Magnotta + | A captivating blend of quiet command, confidence and a certain invincible, unconquerable air embraces the essence of this young woman. Standing at a height of around five foot eight, everything about her commands attention; from the set of her brow and shoulders, to the mass of dark hair that falls to the small of her back. Her smile, when shown, is vibrant and alive, and her complexion bears testament to her southern heritage; rich and warm with a smattering of freckles. Military training has blessed her with a frame that's slender yet strong, and she carries herself with sinuous grace. + |
| Destin Saltshore + | Somewhat on the short side, Destin is a broad, stocky man with a powerful build. He manages to loom in spite of his lack of height, a combination of his broad-shoulders and the gravitas of a man approaching his middle years. The Islander keeps his black hair cut short, and his beard shaven clean most of the time, though he can often be seen with stubble on his chin later in the day. Striking gray eyes are typically alert, watching his surroundings. + |
| Deva Redrain + | Wild, untamed, beautiful -- whether discussing the woman's fiery red hair or her temperament, Deva cannot be easily mistaken or forgotten. Fierce green eyes flare with mischief and challenge in equal parts, expressive and captivating. Her slender body is honed for speed and strength, with the long and toned limbs of a dancer. She moves with more predatory grace than a proper woman might, and she often stands in an indolent posture, not bothering to hide her natural disdain of convention. Her thick, vividly crimson hair is usually loose or in practical styles; she seems to have little patience for enduring endless hours of styling to achieve the perfect coiffure. Years spent away from court have sharpened an already rough edge, made evident in the volatile intensity of her gaze, the striking angularity of her face, and the unique collection of scars not always hidden from plain view. Around her left wrist is a vibrant tattoo of flickering flames: red and orange spikes and peaks, in a seamless wall of painted fire under her skin. + |
| Deva Velenosa + | Wild, untamed, beautiful -- whether discussing the woman's fiery red hair or her temperament, Deva cannot be easily mistaken or forgotten. Fierce green eyes flare with mischief and challenge in equal parts, expressive and captivating. Her slender body is honed for speed and strength, with the long and toned limbs of a dancer. She moves with more predatory grace than a proper woman might, and she often stands in an indolent posture, not bothering to hide her natural disdain of convention. Her thick, vividly crimson hair is usually loose or in practical styles; she seems to have little patience for enduring endless hours of styling to achieve the perfect coiffure. Years spent away from court have sharpened an already rough edge, made evident in the volatile intensity of her gaze, the striking angularity of her face, and the unique collection of scars not always hidden from plain view. Around her left wrist is a vibrant tattoo of flickering flames: red and orange spikes and peaks, in a seamless wall of painted fire under her skin. + |
| Dianara Whisper + | Since joining the Whispers in her youth, Dianara has always been a pretty wren amongst a flock of swans. While her face and figure are undeniably pleasing, she is no breathtaking beauty, but, as she's grown older, her bearing and manner have acquired a certain dignity that seems to make her appear more attractive than her physical features suggest. Warmth and gentle humor radiate from her blue eyes and wry smile. + |
| Dianna Mazetti + | Like most women of the Lyceum, Dianna possesses a sultry air about her. Her hair, which is always perfectly coiffed, is of a dark brown. Sharply defined brows arch expressively over her eyes, which are an exotic amber color. Life spent beneath the rich sun of the Lyceum has left her skin a warm bronze hue, while her years of training as a glaivedancer have awarded her with a sinuous frame, more apt to bend with the wind than stand taut against a storm. She is, of course, beautiful. But then, no one would deny that now, would they? + |
| Diego Leary + | Diego takes good care of his looks: painstakingly groomed dark hair, with a long forelock that he must sometimes toss out of his eyes, with a polished-looking black goatee and mustache; neat, carefully ordered fingernails on his large, strong hands; good posture and a controlled grace about the way he moves. His eyes are warm and dark, a soft, liquid brown beneath long eyelashes. His eyebrows are neat and black. His shoulders are broad, his waist narrow, his legs long, and his manner of dress excruciatingly sartorially effective. + |
| Dierdre Fallow + | An imposing women with pale golden tan skin the color of sun-paled wheat. With piercing hazel eyes framed by thick black lashes she stares out at the world. As mercurial as her personality those eyes can shift from gold to green, depending on her mood. High cheek bones and pointed chin can give her face a very menacing cast. But it also gives her face a stark beauty, especially framed with the page-boy cut of her dark black hair. Tall for a woman she is also obviously strong and well muscled from years being a soldier. + |
| Dimitri Velenosa + | Inky black hair hangs in loose waves to about his chin, his sideburns stretching down along the pale skin of his face and then covering his jawline with a long, lush beard that is kept neatly combed and oiled. Dark brown eyes are bright and expressive, watchful and alert. While tall in nature, coming in at about six foot one, his stature is far from intimidating, for he's far more wiry then muscled and it's his hands that are his most distinguishing feature, with long and nimble fingers that would make some think 'artist' when they see them. + |
| Dino Corsetina + | Dino carries with him the same traits as most of the Corsetina: his long hair is dark, his eyes are of some poisonous shade of green and the tan on his sunburnt skin shows an allegiance to the southern waters of Arvum. Where he is different than most of them is how friendly the young man is, lacking the sharpness of the rest of his family and replacing it with winsome charisma that can be infectious at time. As one of the youngest members of his family Dino seems to embody what passes for innocence in the Corsetina. + |
| Dio Seraceni + | He is slightly over average height, with a physique composed of lean muscle. His hair is a lustrous black, and his eyes a dark but vibrant shade of brown. A scar marks the lower right side of his cheek and jaw, creating a memorable fishhook pattern causing a subtle break in his beard. Like the sea, his expressions are sometimes fierce and full of wrath, and other times serene. Something in his eyes always seems to suggest a depth and vastness like that of the waters over which he's prone to sail. + |
| Dion Navegant + | Tall, rugged and handsome with a confident bearing, he's the quintessential silver fox. A born troublemaker and heartbreaker aged to perfection with the rough edges of youth polished smooth by the slow abrasion of time and experience. His short tousled hair, once dark, is now more silver than not and his skin well tanned and weathered from a life spent outdoors. Despite his age, he retains a carefree and jovial air, with his whiskey brown eyes often dancing with mischief and his easy smiles flashed with little reserve. + |
| Dismas Scratch + | Tall and wiry, Dismas walks with his head held high, a square set to his lean shoulders. His long, angular face tells a story, one of a fighter who's had to work for every scrap he's ever earned: full lips naturally turn down at the corners; his prominent nose bears a scar where it was clearly broken; his chin juts out often in habitual defiance of his lot in life. He maintains a clean cut to his dark brown hair, often pushed back and away from his face, his direct green-eyed gaze unhidden. + |
| Dmitry Grimhall + | An older, weathered warrior, Duke Dmitry Grimhall still has the powerful build that made him fearsome on the field. With a hardlined face seemingly set in a perpetual slight frown, the man's rough hewn face has a grim austerity to it that all but dares someone to attempt to flatter it. + |
| Doll + | This is a striking, hard-bodied specimen of a young woman in her late teens. Crowned in long, straight falls of black hair so dark and colorless it could only resemble a moonless night, she gazes out from amidst with eyes of a cold silver-grey. Smooth with youth and pale of flesh, her face might seem delicately feminine but for the marks of bladework in the forms of two long, deep scars on the left side of her face - one vertical, just outside her eye socket, and another intersecting it in a line almost perfectly across the ridge of her cheekbone. Her small upturned nose has a bump that makes it seem once-broken, but somehow the healthy pink bow of lips has gone unmarred, together with the narrow tip of her chin and her slender jawline doing some part to distract from past wounds. Despite youth, the lavish curves of her chest and her very defined figure alike show that her womanhood's in full bloom, her body supple with muscle from her able shoulders and solid arms to her sleek, taut waist, firm round rear, and the long, tightly-muscled legs that carry her. + |
| Doll Crown + | This is a striking, hard-bodied specimen of a young woman in her late teens. Crowned in long, straight falls of black hair so dark and colorless it could only resemble a moonless night, she gazes out from amidst with eyes of a cold silver-grey. Smooth with youth and pale of flesh, her face might seem delicately feminine but for the marks of bladework in the forms of two long, deep scars on the left side of her face - one vertical, just outside her eye socket, and another intersecting it in a line almost perfectly across the ridge of her cheekbone. Her small upturned nose has a bump that makes it seem once-broken, but somehow the healthy pink bow of lips has gone unmarred, together with the narrow tip of her chin and her slender jawline doing some part to distract from past wounds. Despite youth, the lavish curves of her chest and her very defined figure alike show that her womanhood's in full bloom, her body supple with muscle from her able shoulders and solid arms to her sleek, taut waist, firm round rear, and the long, tightly-muscled legs that carry her. + |
| Dominic Thrax + | Glorious streaks of gold mop frayed from his bulbous nose as a thick mustache laid atop a great mass of blond beard knotted archaic to a braid that hung upon his maned chest. His hair flowed from scalp like streaks of bright lightning against his broad shoulders and flashed like piercing flame when lit by day. So tremblingly green were his eyes that their color seemed to whisk, gaseous, like smoke-filled bombs of berserker rage. + |
| Dominique Wyrmguard + | More strong than beautiful, Dominique's appeal comes from an overwhelming sense of purpose about her. Her ebon black hair often is kept back in a severe braid, enhancing the sharp lines of her jaw and cheekbones. Intense blue eyes, the color of the summer sky, miss little and can inspire faith or terror, depending on the emotion behind them. Of an average height, she often fills more space with her sheer presence than her smaller frame allows. In public, she always seems stoic and calm, her movements graceful and sure, but in private during unguarded moments, one can see her severity fade into a good humored young woman or catch a hint of the weariness she hides so well. + |
| Domonico Magnotta + | The man stands just a hair's breadth under six feet and his weathered, tan skin is a telltale to the man's history. Like many of the Malvici family, Domonico has aristocratic features that point to a man of fine breeding. His blue eyes are dark wells that compliment the darker shades of his hair and the structure of his face. His body looks like he, as most of the family, has spent a lot of time in combat training and in hard work. There is little excess left over for the man who looks like he could sweep the room with a blade or a lass off her feet. + |
| Domonico Malvici + | The man stands just a hair's breadth under six feet and his weathered, tan skin is a telltale to the man's history. Like many of the Malvici family, Domonico has aristocratic features that point to a man of fine breeding. His blue eyes are dark wells that compliment the darker shades of his hair and the structure of his face. His body looks like he, as most of the family, has spent a lot of time in combat training and in hard work. There is little excess left over for the man who looks like he could sweep the room with a blade or a lass off her feet. + |
| Donaldo Velenosa + | Tall, dark and handsome, he presents the temptation trifecta. His shape is lean with muscles built in the wild, not unlike a big cat in his build and graceful nature. His eyes, a shade near honey in nature, only add to his feline appearance the way they move to observe everything but seem to care about nothing. His dark hair is kept short, his beard the same, so that he doesn't have to style them since he apparently cannot be bothered. His voice bucks the trend, his volume usually soft though his tone is a powerful low rumble that seems to carry throughout a room despite normally escaping in a hush. + |
| Donato Inverno + | Naturally golden skin has been darkened from years of exposure to the sun and sea, a few lines are evident at the corners of his eyes from squinting for years against the glare of the sun off the water. Brown hair is dark, and forgotten about unless reminded to care about his general state of appearance. He has perfected the artfully casual look of someone that can be anywhere, do anything, and be around almost anyone without having to alter the unkempt nature of his hair and posture. + |
| Donella Redrain + | A striking woman with ivory skin and hair dark as a raven's wing. She carries herself with a quiet strength. Her eyes are a deep beryl blue that gives little away, except the suggestion of a nimble intelligence; thoughts swimming behind her gaze like shadowy leviathans turning in the depths of the ocean. + |
| Donella Thrax + | A striking woman with long tresses that are as dark as a raven's wing. She carries herself with a quiet strength that pervades every fiber of her being, confident and light-footed, but also discreet. She eschews the flashy frivolity of many Arvani noblewomen with a personal style both modest and tailored to display not only wealth, but taste in how her winsome frame is displayed or concealed. Her eyes are a deep beryl blue that gives little away, except the suggestion of a nimble intelligence; thoughts swimming behind her gaze like shadowy leviathans turning in the depths of the ocean. + |
| Donovan Grayson + | The features of this man, when set apart and studied, are handsome by nature; a strong set jaw as a foundation for an otherwise masculine, narrow structure. His brows are fine above his not-too-sharp nose, and grey-blue eyes beneath that hold calculating vision. He has a full mouth that might well smile dashingly if, at all, Donovan Grayson ever smiled. All of these features together though are held in a stern, unyielding regard that offsets any sort of appeal; like the way his lips pull to a tight line more often not and his brows furrow so often they might well have permanent marks between them. The depth of his olive complexion might herald from a mix of southern blood amidst his common Grayson features, and his voice has a natural baritone depth that issues authority. Donovan's build is that of a lean runner; a man kept fit by choice rather through labour or vocation. He is a man that could disappear in a crowd as easily as his tone and manner could leave him standing out in one. + |
| Donrai Thrax + | In his youth, portraits were painted of Donrai Thrax frequently, as is expected for the handsome young scion of one of the five great houses. They all showed a strikingly handsome man, of smooth skin and sharp features, but not in one case did any of those portraits succeed in making the attractive man look truly welcoming. His deep blue eyes always looked just a touch too cold, and the thin, cruel line of his lips never threatening to turn into a smile, every portrait presented austere dignity with just a hint of menace. And that's precisely how the vain, old man prefers to be remembered now. Prince Donrai Thrax has not been seen without a mask in public in years. Concealed head to toe, typically in plate mail and carried in a litter due to his advanced age, the prince refuses to permit anyone to see the extent of his aged infirmity. But those deep blue eyes are still as cold as always. + |
| Dora Malvici + | This may be one of the tallest women in Arvum. Standing at nearly seven feet tall she has to stoop to go through most doorways. Long of leg, obviously, and limb she has a litheness to her that is hard to hide. There is no hiding her figure either. She has broad shoulders and hips and is endowed to go with her height. Everything seems to be in nice proportion, with her having that slight thickness that tells of always having a full belly and then some. And maybe even a sweet tooth. Blond hair falls thick and wavy well past her shoulders. Yet the dark roots perhaps tell a secret. Beneath the primped falls of her hair are icey blue eyes. Upturned slightly they are thick with dark lashes that make her eyes pop. Round and full lips fill out an oval face. + |
| Dorian Champions + | Dorian wears his straight, sandy hair long. Too long by half, by the measure of any proper Valardin knight. Despite how much he fits the type - lanky and agile, with a very white smile and blond good looks - Dorian is no knight, and happily dresses and grooms himself to drive that point home. He often keeps a scruff of equally-sandy stubble on his strong chin, and his darker, thick brows just provide convenient shadows for his light hazel eyes to twinkle out of when he's displaying that side-cocked smirk. + |
| Drake Wyrmguard + | Lean and athletic, the young man standing here is a prime example of youthful exuberance. His waist is narrow and shoulders broad in that V shaped torso that comes from regular exercise, the slimness of youth and the define musculature to match. A curly mop of finger length brown hair sits on top of his head with natural cowlick and waves that keep it out of a boyishly cute face. Eyes the same shade as his hair are bright and light up even more when he gives an easy, straight toothed smile. + |
| Draven Bruvir + | This young man looks to be around his late teens or early twenties, with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. His hair is trimmed at the sides and back and a bit longer on top, where the wavy hair twists and spikes up in utter chaos. His face is slender and angular, not unlike his lean and small frame. His chin is narrow and almost tapered with a small but some would say charming smile. His ears are of typical proportions though his lobes are slightly large. Often he is dirty with soot and the smells of off chemicals echoing around him. {w({nThe foul scent of some sharp, bitter alchemical products waft viciously off of the young Alchemist. Streaks of some black powder are smeared along his cheeks, hands and arms.{w){n + |
| Drea Redrain + | Wild, untamed, elegant, stoic, awe-inspiring. Few combine all such things as well as Lady Drea Redrain. To some, their first impression is of a wild savage matron, with steel grey hair pulled back, adorned with twigs and leaves. Upon closer look, the adornments are carefully crafted to honor nature spirits, almost playful in appearance. Her severe blue eyes are sharp and wise, and her expressions range from fierce and deadly to motherly and kind. She has the tall, strong build of a seasoned warrior, barely touched by age, though rarely does she flatter her femininity, keeping to modest and practical styles. She moves with purpose and an aura of pure strength, leaving even her detractors with a sense of awe and respect. + |
| Drifa Seraceni + | Drifa's looks are very true to her prodigal roots. She keeps her brown hair wild and it spills to the middle of her back. She is broad-shouldered, toned, and by the look of her, physically-capable. Her blue eyes are often hidden with the dark war paint she keeps upon her face, which bares a tanned complexion. Something about her presence seems to exude an underlying fierceness. + |
| Driskell Stillwater + | A rugged man hewn of the weathered golden cliffs and constantly changing sand dunes of the Saffron Chains, he is equal for resilience and fine grain under the fissures and cracks. Nearly six feet of hardened, compact muscle on his lean frame, combined with efficient, spare movements, project more a soldier's bearing even when he is in court attain. Often quiet, his voice is smooth, low although the occasional dry wit can nearly be caustic in tone. Ramrod posture and a precise, ground-eating gait do not weaken the impression. He wears duty well as Thraxan men do, attaining dignity with the years. White and gray bleaches loose blonde hair and his groomed goatee, but responsibility rests in the deep furrows between his straight eyebrows. Few lines groove under his piercing golden eyes or adjacent his long, thin nose and rare moments of levity completely transform his angular features with an inner fervor. His goatee trims his broad mouth, lending a slightly roguish cast. A smattering of permanent scars and nicks litter his tanned skin, a testament of willing sacrifices for his employers. + |
| Drusila + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Drusila Masque + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Drusila Pravi + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Duarte Amadeo + | A handsome man with an unblemished caramel complexion and mysterious dark eyes, everything about Duarte Amedeo seems perfectly polished. His teeth are perfectly straight, his eyebrows perfectly neat, his fingernails perfectly clipped. Never the slightest bit of dirt or hint of imperfection seems to ever mar his skin or clothing. His dark hair is kept stylishly short and a faintly amused smile seems to ever-linger on his lips. + |
| Duarte Amedeo + | A handsome man with an unblemished caramel complexion and mysterious dark eyes, everything about Duarte Amedeo seems perfectly polished. His teeth are perfectly straight, his eyebrows perfectly neat, his fingernails perfectly clipped. Never the slightest bit of dirt or hint of imperfection seems to ever mar his skin or clothing. His dark hair is kept stylishly short and a faintly amused smile seems to ever-linger on his lips. + |
| Dulcinea Telmar + | Dulcinea is slender, small, and gracefully made. It's the grace that makes her seem more than she is -- not a little thing, freckled and skinny, but enchanting to the eye. She's pale but sun-kissed; that flirtation with the star of day has brought out a faint constellation of freckles across her nose. Her nose is a touch short, upturned and impish; her mouth is wide, expressive bow; her brow is clear and high. Dark, dramatic eyebrows arch over large, feline eyes of startling cerulean blue; her lashes are so thick, her eyes appear rimmed with kohl. Dark chestnut hair flies in wild waves and curls when unbound, and when bound seeks to escape such an outrage at every opportunity. Her chin... well, it's a bit pointy. If that's the worst that can be said for her? She's a fetching specimen of a lass. + |
| Duncan Hawkmour + | Hawkish. Duncan has the characteristic intense blue eyes and dark brown hair with golden highlights that marks the Hawkmour's. A man with an athletic build, broad shoulders and a trim waistline, he's fit and a commanding presence in any room when he chooses. His generally stern expression combined with those eyes is quite reminiscent of the Gyrfalcon that is his House's emblem. + |
| Dusa Iaso + | Soft, warm-toned sepia skin colors the dainty frame of this person. Most of the fat distribution seems focused on the lower body, affording some healthy curves, but leaving the upper with a flat chest and thin arms that end in delicate fingers. Wavy black hair frames the head, with almond-shaped hazel eyes painted upon the face with high-arched eyebrows above. Heavy eyelashes afford an almost constant aloof expression. + |
| Dustin Nidhogg + | A man shorter than his kin, with a compact and muscular frame that accentuates his profession as someone who carries heavy things and works with his arms all day. His skin is alabaster when clean but turns ash from working in the mines. Sunken light ashen gray eyes peer through bony facial features. His face free from the distraction of hair because his coal colored hair is kept shaved to the skin on the sides with a mound that ties into a small tail on the top of his head. Despite good hygiene, there is always dirt under his nails. + |
| Dycard Blackshore + | Lord Dycard Blackshore is a force of nature that just draws the eye when he walks in the room. The few scars he bears do nothing to take away from the chiseled jaw and noble features. Clearly this man spends more time in the sun than indoors because his sun-touch skin glimmers with vitality. His body is lean, muscled and has not a shred of fat. Ladies and men alike will find appeal in this one, as his wandering Cerulean eyes do not discriminate. There's a fine steel to his tone that's layered underneath the demeanor of a courtier as if his survival was hard won. + |
| Dylan Coldrain + | Tall, slender and muscular are terms coined for describing this man. He is clearly use to working and the build of the ma shows it. His face, though slightly weathered from the sun, is quite handsome. From the squareness of his jaw to his aquiline nose and well shaped lips. His eyes are a storm grey and his skin a tanned hue. His powerful build is complimented by a booming voice. + |
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| Eamon Darkwater + | A long, narrow and oval face, contoured pleasantly and topped with a crown of short-cropped, dark, curly hair dominate this man's features. Below his brow, eyes colored a few shades lighter brown than his skin stand sit prominently. The skin itself is darker than most, nearly a true black, the man or his heritage clearly coming from the Isles and somewhere with an incredible amount of sun, at that. A few thin scars mar the complexion, the peach color looking white in contrast, but none seem too damaging and his physical form moves with a confident stride. + |
| Echo Redrain + | Light-footed and with a slender frame, Echo doesn't stick out in a more traditional sense. Her snow white hair cascades to her shoulders and matches the overall coolness of her appearance. Pale skin with contrasting dark eyebrows and curled lashes make for an alluring beauty, accentuated by a body with generous curves and full lips that often pull into a wide smile. Echo often laments that her keen gray eyes and solemn features tend to make most others think twice about talking to her. Something about her intimidates despite her affable nature and generous personality. The cold gaze usually wouldn't last long as Echo is a very expressive woman: Wide hand gestures, telling eyes, constant shifts in her posture, and the occasional rosiness to her cheeks make her an easy read. There is a youthfulness to her entirety; big eyes, a round face, short stature, and a vibrant tone that can immediately shift to whatever suits the situation best. + |
| Ectorion Valardin + | Slender and muscular, this young man stands just over six feet in height. He has the look and bearing of a nobleman and a warrior, with sharp eyes of a deep blue shade that seem to constantly be observing the world around him. His hair is very fine, a pale blonde in color and straight, worn a bit longer in the front but more trimmed on the sides and back. His expression tends to be stern and focused, and he moves with a sense of purpose in all he does. + |
| Edain Valardin + | Handsome, square-jawed and broad shouldered, Edain fits all the dimensions of a knight that has stepped of the pages of a story book. It almost serves to make him disinteresting, if aesthetically pleasing to look at. He has taken to wearing a full, but neatly groomed beard and moustache to banish the youthful cast from his face, the strong lines of which he attempts to always hold in an expressionless mask. Despite this, it is rare that his hazel eyes do not betray him and his emotions. {w({nFor casual business in the city of Arx, Edain frequently wears plain but well-made silks without ostentation. He always wears the tabard of a Valardin knight, and could almost be mistaken for your average, ordinary, run-of-the-mill knight on any given day.{w){n + |
| Edda Greenwood + | Towering and thickly built, with muscle packed onto a broad frame, her heft is impressive and her bearing one of quiet despite her sheer size. She is built for the wilds and wears the part in her movements and manner. Her skin is tanned from a steady outdoor life, weathered at the hands and feet, and scarred in several places. Intense, clear eyes of a mossy brown are set in an angular face framed by a mane of thick brown hair, oft kept braided back; her brows are level above her gaze, overhead of a long, straight nose and a wide mouth on a long, square jaw and proud chin. + |
| Eddard Clement + | A stout young man, with squared off shoulders and a bit of height to him. He has a fair complexion and excessively red hair that glows violently in the sunlight. Hair that never really settles or combs very well, just quaint curls. Grey eyes fit his face well, even if the face is a bit wider and rounder than would be classically handsome. + |
| Edelma Pierce + | Neither tiny nor enormous, Edelma is a whipcord lean but muscular figure of medium height, hardily built but supple and sinuous, with powerful arms of gleaming muscle and a strong, sculpted back. Edelma's features are a blend of delicacy and strength. Her cheek bones are high and strong, the slanted planes of her cheeks angling inward towards the narrowing curve of her chin. Her mouth is wide and full, her nose broad between large, dark eyes. Her deep, dark eyes are framed by thick lashes, beneath the arch of high, dark eyebrows. Her head is shaved close, dark curls close-cropped to closely hug the shape of her skull. Her beauty shapes itself to the elegant structure of bone and dark, smooth mahogany skin. + |
| Edith Foxwood + | Other than large, muddy-hazel eyes and expressive eyebrows, there's not that much that stands out about Edith. She's got dark brown hair that falls well past her shoulders when not bound back, thick and a little wavy. Her skin's fair like so many others, with a splash of faint freckles. She's not particularly tall, and while her build is fairly athletic she's also slender. + |
| Edris Elwood + | Tall of stature and broad of shoulder, with an athletic build and a noble bearing, this man garners a double take by most people. Anyone who gets a look at bared skin or his face will see a man transformed. Though is face retains its balance and ruggedly handsome features prior to the change, his skin is a pallet of the verdant and dark greens of forest leaves, from evergreen to deciduous. His dark hair doesn’t hide the crown of leaves that sprout from underneath it, as do little tendrils of fern like leaves here and there across his skin. Raised small brown roots crisscross his body too, like scarring patterns might be. With a society newly awakened to obvious magic, his appearance often provokes strong reactions; shock, fear or suspicion, wonder. But whether the beholder assumes corruption, inhumanity, or even something good like a potential blessing of Petrichor, it’s likely to be an unsettling one at first. + |
| Edward Redreef + | Edward is a slim fellow with an athletic runner's build. He stands about 5'5" and has dark brown hair and blue colored eyes. Long days in the sun give him a tanned or olive toned complexion. He often favors clothing in light fabrics in green and blue tone colors, and a sturdy pair of boots when needed. + |
| Edward Stormbreak + | Edward is a slim fellow with an athletic runner's build. He stands about 5'5" and has dark brown hair and blue colored eyes. Long days in the sun give him a tanned or olive toned complexion. He often favors clothing in light fabrics in green and blue tone colors, and a sturdy pair of boots when needed. + |
| Edwyn Valardin + | %THe's of the usual male Valardin stock, which is to say Edwyn is tall, broad-shouldered, fit, fair of face, and hence easy on the eyes but fairly nondescript besides. There's little scarring to be found on his fair skin, but his stride and manner is lively when demanded - rarely does his gaze seem to truly light up with enthusiasm, however. He does care enough to keep the clean, angled lines of his face free of facial hair. + |
| Egil Frost + | Long, straight filaments of spun gold are tied in a tidy topknot atop the head of a towering brute. The tie is near to the back of the man's head, which is shaved, as are the sides. Beneath a broad forehead and blond brows, icy eyes are prone to staring with calculating alertness. Stubble shrouds his facial features, and the sides and back of his head, though it is thicker in a mustache beneath his nose, and where his sideburns stretch down to meet a tuft of hair on his chin. His lips are a pensive pink aperture, prone alike to displays of confidence or cruelty. He moves with confidence and brutal efficiency, his every move calculated and deliberate. + |
| Egon Maw + | Unusually blanched skin, akin to that of bleached bone or burnished alabaster, encapsulates the strapping figure of this youth. No worry lines, cicatrices, pockmarks, or any other such significant disfigurements mark his flesh, leaving him with a strikingly clear complexion. Tumbles of champagne-blonde hair surmount his head, ending in cirrus-like tendrils that, when left to grow out, can frame his visage and reach far to his shoulders. A pair of effulgent, spectral violet eyes, set beneath finely-threaded brows, hold the world in a nebulous gaze, like bottomless pools that reflect nothing but a vacuous darkness from within the spacey apertures of his pupils. Thin, pinkish lips lay shadowed by a narrow nose. His countenance possesses the qualities of a refined patrician whilst also being imbued with certain sylphlike aspects: hard angular contours suffused with more slender features. All these facets of his physiognomy juxtapose against the decidedly brawny physique the man possesses: thewy arms, robust shoulders, sturdy chest, and a well-knit frame constitute him. + |
| Eilonwy Blackwood + | Petite, Eilonwy stands at five feet tall. Her brown hair hangs in curls to the middle of her back and frame a thin, fine boned face. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. She wears simple clothes, chemises and layered skirts with her lined, long cut vest to keep of the chill of northern weather. + |
| Eilonwy Thunderoak + | Petite, Eilonwy stands at five feet tall. Her brown hair hangs in curls to the middle of her back and frame a thin, fine boned face. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. She wears simple clothes, chemises and layered skirts with her lined, long cut vest to keep of the chill of northern weather. + |
| Einarr Charon + | This warrior stands 6'5" and is nearly 4 foot wide at the shoulders. He is broad and well developed. This is a person who has spent his entire life training, fighting, and working on his body. He is hirsute and has bright red hair all over his skin. His face is strong, prominent cheekbones are covered by a massive beard that runs down the front of his hide armor with a braid. His nose is wide and flat, obviously broken once, perhaps more. His hands are calloused from rough work in all manner of weather and his feet are bound in a bear hide set of boots with the fur on. He has hide armor and a battleaxe for each hand. He wares a mantle from a great Grizzly Bear as his helmet and cape. {w({nEinarr is dressed in a plain linen shirt, untied at the neck and a pair of brown hide pants. He has on his boots, black leather with steel plates on the shin, embossed with the head of a bear on each. He has his hair braided and hanging along each side of his face and chest. His beard is also braided, the braids all held with copper rings, that hangs down the center of his cheest.{w){n + |
| Eiran Laurent + | Here is a portrait of Eiran Laurent: sprawled long-limbed and flung out in an attitude of perfect despair, dark hair unkempt and limpid eyes full of deepest wist. No; here he is, lean and strong in a forward charge, a shield on one muscular arm and a mace swung up in the other, his even features written with battle-mad delight. Try again; swaying forward on his toes, mesmerized by an enchanting beauty in one face or another, his lush lips pouty with earnest need. All of these are Eiran. His dynamism is what makes him striking, rather than any perfection of his looks, which are pleasant but unremarkable -- except for the languid depths of those clear and velvet eyes. + |
| Eirene Malvici + | Time has finally caught up to this woman, the just reward for a long and full life. There's more salt than pepper to her dark hair now, with two signature white streaks framing her face. Age lines cluster around the corners of her full lips and wrinkles spider delicately outward to further accentuate her deep blue eyes, the aftereffects of decades spent smirking and narrow-gazing. Still, she's far from 'old,' and there's a visual refinement to her now that runs contrary to an otherwise oft-blunt demeanor. Her build is thin, softer than it is muscular. Her posture either slopes in lazy comfort or embodies a military-like stiffness - there's no in-between. + |
| Eirik Coldrain + | The very tall man has a large build and has similarities to a lion. His mane of brown hair with golden highlights descends to a few inches below his shoulders, he has a full, thick beard that is kept well trimmed and maintained which is also brown with blonde highlights.Dark brows hang over dark blue eyes with wisps of light gray. His sun-kissed skin indicates a man who spends at least some time outdoors. + |
| Eirlys Greenmarch + | While of a height with many men and possessed of an athletic yet unmistakably feminine frame, what draws attention to Eirlys is the way she moves. Her natural grace has more in common with a prowling forest cat than with the average noblewoman. No less distinctive are her striking ice-blue eyes, framed in a heart-shaped face that is fair of skin. Her full lips are turned up in a smile more often than not, lighting up her features. She customarily wears her raven-dark hair in a long, intricate braid that is both elegant and functional for the Greenmarch prodigal. + |
| Eithne Thornburn + | If there is a single word to describe Eithne, it is wild. From the untamed mass of russet red hair that tumbles down her back in curls and waves, to the dangerous swagger and sway of her hips, there isn't a single part of her that is subtle or calm. She is loud and proud and isn't afraid to get in someone's face when they deserve it. A small fireball just waiting to explode! Stormy grey eyes are often telling of what sort of mood Eithne will be in. Beautiful and expressive, they are framed by a thick fringe of dark lashes. Her nose is slender and straight and sits above her lush mouth; Not that it matters since she always seems to be bragging or boasting about something! She has a hearty laugh that is supposedly inherited from her father, a skilled armorer from whom she's learned her trade. Countless hours in the forge have given this vivacious woman her slender yet strong physique. While there are feminine curves in all the right places, it's the level of physical fitness she's attained that she's most proud of. + |
| Elara Helios + | Dark auburn hair would fall in waves about Elara's oval face if it weren't done up in a crown braid about her head. It also indicates that her hair is long and that, perhaps giving the coils of braid, she has never cut her hair. Her skin is a golden tan color telling of time spent in the sun. Thick lashes and dark brows frame piercing blue eyes the color of the sky. Full lips are often thinned in a scowl, but turn beautiful during a rare smile. She is tall and lithe, her movements graceful and instinctively quiet. Easily eye-level with most men she stands about 6'1". She is more willowy than athletic with a soft hourglass figure. + |
| Elara Kennex + | Dark auburn hair would fall in waves about Elara's oval face if it weren't done up in a crown braid about her head. It also indicates that her hair is long and that, perhaps giving the coils of braid, she has never cut her hair. Her skin is a golden tan color telling of time spent in the sun. Thick lashes and dark brows frame piercing blue eyes the color of the sky. Full lips are often thinned in a scowl, but turn beautiful during a rare smile. She is tall and lithe, her movements graceful and instinctively quiet. Easily eye-level with most men she stands about 6'1". She is more willowy than athletic with a soft hourglass figure. + |
| Eleanor Allenatore + | Of average height, she has the rough and tumble build of an agile, active woman. When she moves, she moves with a purpose, when she speaks her hands emphasize her words. Straw blonde hair is bleached even further from time spent outside training, and her soft brown eyes are watchful and miss nothing. She may be young but she's determined, as the set of her jaw confirms when she gets that stubborn, some say mulish look in her eyes. + |
| Eleyna Velenosa + | While Eleyna is still considered fair and delicate in coloring, with her alabaster skin and pale golden hair, she seems more substantial now than the creature of fragile beauty that arrived to Arx years ago in the wake of her aunt's death. Perhaps it is the curviness of her figure granted by the birth of her children or perhaps the gravity of her new position, but the Archduchess exudes presence whenever she walks into a room, with every half-smirk she grants or lift of her exquisitely shaped brows. + |
| Elfriede Waters + | There is a steely, ineradicable hardness entrenched upon the thin; the doe-shaped, curled and lightly squinted gaze of this Thraxian, her eyes framed in a thicket of dark eyebrows and eyelashes naturally darker than the beige blonde of her hair's coppice. Its roots are even darker still, resembling a near-black much like that of said longbrows. Her features are shaped like a heart's romanticized curl, her nosebridge lightly crooked and scarred beneath some sort of fel blow that made it askew, its surface sodden and leathery. Her lips are rosy, meagerly plump and often dry; often crusty and made unfavorable by cold and heat alike. What plumpness and stoutness once ran through her family has been attenuated beneath the life of hardship this woman has chosen to live; she's skinny - to a gaunt degree - and the leave of meat and fiber has left for a strained; an almost muscular capacity that outlined veins and bumps of lackadaisical thew spread thorough her fighting shape. Those hapless few remanded to see her bare, will find no short supply of flaws and scars marring her northern physique. + |
| Elgana Redrain + | Willowy height and long, lissome limbs are not the sole source of Elgana's easy grace; much of it comes in her controlled motion and her attention to fashion. Yet grace is hers to command in almost any situation. Loose, her hair falls to mid-back in a gleaming cascade of rich mahogany; up it piles in twists, swept back from her high cheekbones and cool, creamy skin. Her lips are full and soft, inclined to a natural, wistful pout that she can only ameliorate with deliberate smiles. Her eyes are dark and magnetic, easy to get lost in up until the point where she winks. + |
| Eliana Steinmaison + | Eliana stands at barely 5'3" in height, and wears very inexpensive, basic clothing. Her dress is a little threadworn, and her boots have tell-tale worn threads and heels. She's obviously not very wealthy. Yet, despite the lack of expense in her clothing, she has beautiful, long thick and lustrous black hair that is often bound in a single braid down the small of her back. Her eyes are a bright blue, wide with inquisitiveness and a burning curiosity at almost all times, yet always filled with a cheerful disposition and a sparkle of joy. Her body is slender, with soft curves that are more hidden than not by the loose and threadworn clothing she wears. Overall, she's a little ball of sunshine, petite and overly curious. + |
| Elias Leary + | On the taller side of average, Elias cuts a handsome figure, his frame toned from hunting and marred with the occasional biting scar. A soldier by trade, those calloused hands are ever expressive, often sweeping through the dark hair that has been grown out; usually disheveled and wild without care, unlike that of his beard -- Always neatly trimmed. Easy-going and quick to laugh, Elias is frequently seen with at least half a smile on his lips, with sharp and bright blue eyes that are just as expressive. + |
| Elio Tortorici + | A solidly built man of broad shoulders and a strong frame that moves with the slight swagger of someone used to time spent in a saddle. His skin is the olive tone frequently found among the southern Lycene isles and his dark hair and eyes serve to further give away his likely heritage. A masculine jaw is covered with a well trimmed beard and his hair equally tended to and swooped to the side to frame a handsome face. Scars are here and there along his body to mark him as a man familiar with being on the receiving end of a blade. + |
| Elise Whisper + | Tall for a woman, she is a lanky ghost of a person. Her dark red eyes contrasted against her pale visage and white hair. Despite her somewhat awkward looking frame, she moves with a certain grace. Her movements fluid and with purpose. Her face is one of youth, but her eyes show signs of experience well beyond her years. Her face has soft, feminine features, but she lacks the curves many of her gender have. Despite her tall, thin build, what muscles she has appear to be very well toned. + |
| Elisha Falle + | Thick, braided pigtails bob and sway from Elisha's head to his mid-back, though they occasionally creep in front of his skinny shoulders to jounce against his chest. His glossy black hair, however, is the healthiest-looking thing about him. His skin is pitted with the pox-scars of a childhood illness, his cheeks often flush as if with fever, and beads of perspiration commonly gather at his brow. He moves with the twitchy watchfulness of beaten dog. Despite all that, though, he's not entirely unhandsome. While his posture is usually hunched defensively, his proportions are fine--if underfed--and his smoke-stained fingers are sensitive. His eyes, though often glassy, shine with a warm brown light. His chin is strong and his lips are oddly lush on his otherwise ascetic face. + |
| Eliza Lavann + | Eliza is a pale young woman with a slender but feminine figure. But her most striking feature is her vibrant red hair, which spillis in fiery curls about her shoulders. Her attractive face is gently dusted with freckles, and her eyes are of an almost startlingly bright blue, alive with a flame of passionate curiosity about the world. + |
| Elizabetha Grayson + | Just shy of six feet, she seems to flow, languid and swanlike in motion. The lines and curves of her taut, svelte body pronounce a flawless symmetry, toned at her core and throughout her willowy limbs with the sleek muscle of a dancer. Her silken hair, the deep blonde of burnished gold, ripples down her back in a voluminous sheet to sway at the flare of her hips. Large, liquid eyes the color of cognac smolder beneath dark gold lashes and heavy lids, flecked with notes of earthy ochre in their limpid depths. Perfectly centered upon her round face, a pert nose upturns jauntily above the plush, expressive bow of her coral lips. Her ivory skin glows with a sun-suffused radiance, as a constellation of freckles drifts across her high cheekbones, down the slope of her nose, over the column of her throat and along her collarbones and shoulders. Around her left forearm from elbow to wrist twines an argent lacework of flowers and vines, the blossoms popping in pinks, blues, reds and purples. Up her right, a stranger, sharper motif of whorls and angles spirals in abstract, inked with subtle blacks and silvery whites to effect a chiaroscuro. On the nape of her neck is the silhouette of an aureate swan in flight. + |
| Elloise Leary + | There is an exuberance to Elloise than cannot be contained, her tiny form ever in motion. Dark curls spring forth from her head like an explosion and her buoyant locks bounce-bounce-bounce along because she is hardly ever at rest. Nimble and quick, she seems to always be doing ten different things at once and her pale grey eyes are wide and filled with wonder. Her features are decidedly cute -- dimpled cheeks, a button nose, cupid bow lips -- and are made all the more so by her infectious enthusiasm for, well, everything! Her eyebrows are uncommonly short though; it looks as if they have been burned off one too many times and have only grown back little more than halfway. + |
| Elloise Stormbreak + | There is an exuberance to Elloise than cannot be contained, her tiny form ever in motion. Dark curls spring forth from her head like an explosion and her buoyant locks bounce-bounce-bounce along because she is hardly ever at rest. Nimble and quick, she seems to always be doing ten different things at once and her pale grey eyes are wide and filled with wonder. Her features are decidedly cute -- dimpled cheeks, a button nose, cupid bow lips -- and are made all the more so by her infectious enthusiasm for, well, everything! Her eyebrows are uncommonly short though; it looks as if they have been burned off one too many times and have only grown back little more than halfway. + |
| Elonso Pravus + | Slight of frame and narrow of hip, there's something bendy as a willow wand about Elonso's graceful carriage and long, elegant hands. Long, wavy hair falls in a black cascade to just above his shoulders, framing the angles and planes of his cheeks and partly obscuring the shells of his ears. His lush lips are mobile and expressive, full and soft, beneath a neat black mustache and above a landscaped black goatee. His eyes are liquid brown, their hue somewhere between whiskey and chocolate, and by far his best weapon. His looks suggest an ingenuous youth, an openness and a sharing warmth that gleams in those liquid brown eyes. + |
| Elora Ravenseye + | Elora is the image of soft femininity, with dark blue eyes and a warm, expressive mouth. Ivory skin is accented with long, pale gold curls that are often unbound, falling to just above the woman's waist. She stands around five foot four with an exaggerated hourglass figure, shoulders matching her wide, rounded hips. + |
| Elora Whitehawk + | Elora is the image of soft femininity, with dark blue eyes and a warm, expressive mouth. Ivory skin is accented with long, pale gold curls that are often unbound, falling to just above the woman's waist. She stands around five foot four with an exaggerated hourglass figure, shoulders matching her wide, rounded hips. + |
| Elpenor Ru-Taul + | Is a tall man. He has long blond hair that is a bright gold. He is covered in scars both from his past as a thrall and his work as a pirate. He is muscular from his work on a ship and from using longbow with a heavy draw that he uses to shoot long distance from ship to ship. He has a tattoo of a wolf head on his back that him and his crew all have as mark of service to the ship. + |
| Elrych Holzfahller + | Piercing blue eyes accented by dark brows. They are cold and calculating. Long dark hair of raven black, slightly yet naturally curly which cusps his strong and angular face. He is massive, both in height and muscle. A man who is clearly a warrior of some kind and has scars to prove it. His skin is white, almost pale, covered in scars here and there. There are a number of tribal marking, tattoo's on his arms indicating a possible exotic ethnicity or culture. + |
| Elsa Shepherd + | Elsa is a handsome woman, filled with a warmth and vibrancy that lends her a youthful air. A love of the outdoors has enhanced her complexion, granting her a tawny golden tan and a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. A crop of thick dark hair tinged with the faintest hints of dark auburn cascades in loose waves and curls to just below her shoulders. Eyes with a vaguely catlike slant to them are a vibrant forest green dappled with flecks of gold and ringed by the same, making them seem to almost glow in certain lights. Her figure is compact, athletic, and lithely muscled; a woman far more suited to the wilds, though she wears the silks of her station well and without complaint. + |
| Elsbetta Farshaw + | Tiny and russet haired Lady Elsbetta cuts a stately figure. Her eyes are a cerulean blue that shine with a determined warmth and are framed by raven dark lashes. Her mouth is wide and her lips often curled halfway into a pleasant, pragmatic smile. Though small there is a sense of presence to her that makes one take notice of her. Elsbetta's posture is upright and unbending. She takes great care of her appearance; always clean, her hair always in perfect fashion however it is styled. Never a hair out of place. Never a smudge of dirt on her skin. She is the picture of an dignified noble woman. + |
| Elyid Acheron + | A dense crown of thick dark hair shines atop Elyid's head, fanning voluminously upward as would a halo. His light brown complexion grows richer with exposure to the sun, as does his general demeanor. Often self-styled with tasteful incorporations of bone, feather, and fur, this young nobleman embodies a controlled type of wilderness, a youthful Northern ferocity that's been focused and is betrayed only in the briefest flashes of his eyes. + |
| Elyse Crown + | Elyse is a little over average height, but she's whip-cord thin and lithe enough that the height is often overlooked. Her skin is pale, although frequently her cheeks are sunburned from exposure to too much light. Wide blue eyes are often dancing merrily with some joke or another, amusement at the world and all that is within it a hallmark of her very personality. The crowning jewel of her appearance is the long, thick dark red hair that has very obviously been well kept, and tends to be brushed back from her face. + |
| Elysio Forza + | As lovely as the heavens for which he was named, Elysio's gaze is easily one of the most pleasing things about him. Framed by long feminine eyelashes, his green eyes are flecked with swirls of bronze. The curve of his mouth is unguarded. His cheeks are high and wide, the slope of his nose is flat, and his complexion carries the heat of summer even in the dead of winter. His dark hair is just long enough to be unruly in the breeze. Build lean, he holds himself with the quiet of contentment: not inclined to bristle or posture in response to a threat, but rather to bend. The young man's formative years spent living on the Oathlands-Lyceum cusp are brought to life in his armor, augmented by strips of flowing silk and daringly placed panels of exposed tan skin. + |
| Emara Grayhope + | Emara grew up from a skinny kid into a woman with a body shaped by hard work and travel, though not without curves to add a little interest. Long, dark hair is usually tied back in a braid to keep out of her face and there is a perpetually world weary expression in her dark eyes, as if bracing herself for whatever trouble someone is going to give her next. Her olive toned skin bears a few tattoos, which indicate that she's perhaps wandered into unconventional territory in her travels around the Compact. + |
| Ember Redleaf + | One might initially look at Ember and underestimate her, a tiny and petite woman, but close examination shows a frightening look in her eyes. Fiery, passionate, and completely unabashed, her style of dress is often very unlady-like, and her posture the same. Having a fair share of scars from battles fought, she seems to inspire fear in the hearts of the men and women who stand beside her, as much as loyalty. + |
| Ember Redreef + | Official portraits of Countess Ember Redreef show a woman with sun-bronzed skin, dark hair, and amber eyes, an athletic figure with a scar on her left cheek and a baleful glare. To see her in person, without her armor or cloak hiding her from view, one would be forgiven for thinking that this is not the same creature. Broadly shaped like a human, Ember's skin is a deep red, and her hair is as white as pristine snow. Her eyes are solid yellow in color and literally glow in the darkness. Large, long ears come to knife-tip points. Her fingers and toes end in brutal claws, and her teeth are sharpened, with visible fangs. A thick, long tail sways behind her, its top edge ridged with low nubs of bone emerging just past the surface of her hide. And from her temples sprout great, black, wickedly curved ram-like horns. Surely, this monster could not be Ember Redreef -- but the scar on her left cheek, the blunt and clipped way of speaking, the fierce sternness... there's really no one else it COULD be. + |
| Emberly Crovane + | She has flowing firey hair that is well maintained. The red locks often are tied up in an updue to keep her hair from her eyes, but strands of wayward embers flit and flutter on the wind. She stands at an avarage height for Arx, about 5'7" Not overly tall or short, her jaw is sharp, and lead to high cheekbones. Her eyes are a startling icy blue that peer out into the world under dark voluminous lashes, a small nose sets just right on her face, bringing attention to her lush lips. Her skin is lightly tanned and she has smaller curves to her body, her frame was more willow then curvy, and her breasts also small and rounded, the curve of them hugged under her clothing. + |
| Emberly Crown + | She has flowing firey hair that is well maintained. The red locks often are tied up in an updue to keep her hair from her eyes, but strands of wayward embers flit and flutter on the wind. She stands at an avarage height for Arx, about 5'7" Not overly tall or short, her jaw is sharp, and lead to high cheekbones. Her eyes are a startling icy blue that peer out into the world under dark voluminous lashes, a small nose sets just right on her face, bringing attention to her lush lips. Her skin is lightly tanned and she has smaller curves to her body, her frame was more willow then curvy, and her breasts also small and rounded, the curve of them hugged under her clothing. + |
| Emberly Farshaw + | She has flowing firey hair that is well maintained. The red locks often are tied up in an updue to keep her hair from her eyes, but strands of wayward embers flit and flutter on the wind. She stands at an avarage height for Arx, about 5'7" Not overly tall or short, her jaw is sharp, and lead to high cheekbones. Her eyes are a startling icy blue that peer out into the world under dark voluminous lashes, a small nose sets just right on her face, bringing attention to her lush lips. Her skin is lightly tanned and she has smaller curves to her body, her frame was more willow then curvy, and her breasts also small and rounded, the curve of them hugged under her clothing. + |
| Emele Greenblood + | Emele stands around 5'8", making her rather tall for a woman of Arx. Her dark bronze skin glows with health but is often speckled with little bits of paint here and there. It can also sometimes be seen in her black curls; the tight tiny spirals are often held back with a ribbon to keek them out of her face. She's slender and a hint on the dainty side. Her darkly golden haze eyes are framed by dark lashes and often hold a far off dreamy look to them. + |
| Emeline Smith + | As Emeline stands before you the first thing you might notice is that she has milky white skin. Or perhaps you first notice her long straight black that cascades down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are an icy blue that are rested below perfect black eyebrows. Though below her eyes is a perfect nose and a soft and full lips. She's a short little athletic thing standing only at 4'8" with soft feminine curves upon her form. + |
| Emeric Redrain + | This man is over six feet in height and he is quite muscular. He falls more on the bulky side for his build but it is all muscle. His brown skin is complemented by dark brown hair and black eyes. His limbs fall more on the long side and he moves at a slow steady pace. He is what many would call handsome and his facial features are ore angular. + |
| Emery Ojitfor + | A young woman with large, bright eyes and a wiry frame. Her jaw is pronounced, her features blunt and open, her dark hair is cropped short, and her hands and feet are broad and dexterous. She tends toward loose garments and sandals, even in the winter. She also tends toward gesticulation that's oddly tentative. + |
| Emilia Godsworn + | Emilia's appearance can be one of paradox. She may, and often does, appear saintly honey-sweet and poised, like the vista of a dew-covered mountain at the dawn of a beautiful spring morning, and yet, sometimes, like the waning and the waxing of the moon, she may appear disciplined and commanding, like the frozen rays of twilight dancing over turbulent and violent storm clouds-- Because despite her beauty and mellow features, her tiny form exudes martial prowess and military bearing. Her eyes are almond-shaped and deep, brimming with goodness and heart, and there are many who, uninterrupted, stared into them for quite a while, lost in those deep blue pools. Her silky golden hair, almost luminous as if fashioned from sunlight itself, is long and made into a thick braid that reaches down to just above her knees. She carries herself with a humble grace that easily tempers the martial fire that lives inside her will. + |
| Emilia de Lys + | Emilia's appearance can be one of paradox. She may, and often does, appear saintly honey-sweet and poised, like the vista of a dew-covered mountain at the dawn of a beautiful spring morning, and yet, sometimes, like the waning and the waxing of the moon, she may appear disciplined and commanding, like the frozen rays of twilight dancing over turbulent and violent storm clouds-- Because despite her beauty and mellow features, her tiny form exudes martial prowess and military bearing. Her eyes are almond-shaped and deep, brimming with goodness and heart, and there are many who, uninterrupted, stared into them for quite a while, lost in those deep blue pools. Her silky golden hair, almost luminous as if fashioned from sunlight itself, is long and made into a thick braid that reaches down to just above her knees. She carries herself with a humble grace that easily tempers the martial fire that lives inside her will. + |
| Emily Deepwood + | Lean and wiry, Emily is built for the life of a long range scout. She is lithe and agile, her eyes shining with interest and betraying her curiosity about the world around her. Her long black hair is thick and frizzes easily in humidity, but there's often a ready smile on her face and her skin is smooth and unlined save for one scar that starts on the back of her hand and tracks its way up her arm almost to her elbow. + |
| Emlyn Blackram + | Lithe and lean, Emlyn is not the picture of a great Northern warrior - or a great Blackram warrior, for that matter. He is still athletic and sinewy but his body type speaks of speed and agility rather than sheer muscle power. Messy waves of golden red sweep down across his forehead, usually brushed and coifed - even if it doesn't look that way by the end of the day. His features are relatively easy going, with a generous smile that spreads to the cerulean blue eyes. + |
| Emma Valardin + | Emma always possessed a beauty best described as immaculate, something ethereal that almost defies definition. While Damiana was always considered gorgeous, to Emma were ascribed qualities such as regal and elegant, every line in her face perfectly placed, her eyes blue like the sky and high cheekbones painting the perfect picture of a commanding scion of Valardin who demands attention by virtue of simply standing in place. Her one blemish is that her perfect looks might distract from the intense energy within her eyes, the piercing things sharp at best, and baleful and furious at worst, but always burning. + |
| Emmelline Harthall + | This woman stands at about five and ahalf feet tall. She appears to be in her early to mid-twenties. She has straight midback length blonde hair, which flows gracefully down to the middle of her back. She has a small oval face, with a high forehead, followed by a pair of sky blue eyes. She has a small button nose, full lips and a sharp chin. A long neck preceeds a pair of narrow shoulders. Overall, she appears to have a slim build, which sports a graceful hour glass figure. + |
| Emmerly tyde + | Freckles. Nearly every inch of this woman's visible skin seems to be covered in the tiny sun-kissed spots, warm brown against her pale skin. She is a bit taller and carries more muscle than the average woman, and there is not even a hint of sway in her stride. Those who might call her pretty are usually referring to the full cupid's bow in her lips, for none of her other features are at all remarkable. Her eyes are plain blue. Her hair is light brown, and usually braided and pinned to her head to hide its length. + |
| Emrys Whisper + | Though Emrys is a tall man, he is not especially physically imposing. Thin, his hair greyed with the same age that saw the lines of his face deepened, he is a man past his prime. Yet, he remains properly dressed and groomed, maintaining the same habits and discipline he has drilled into so many of his students. It only serves to strengthen the authorative presence of the Eldest Whisper, a weight to his gaze that grounds and commands attention. He rarely raises his voice, hardly needing to when its depth ensure it will be heard, yet when he does, it booms like thunder, with the promise of as much mercy as offered by the storm. + |
| Enid Frost + | Even at a glance it is easy to discern Enid is a woman of the North. Lean, but muscled, she depicts a fearsome figure with a mane of coarse platinum hair knotted & braided adding to a more typical display of a Prodigal of the mountains. Ice blue irises offer her a rather piercing gaze set deeply in the frame of oddly dark lashes and brow line. Her skin tells the tale of exposure to the outdoors, calluses running the expanse of slender fingers. {w({nEnid's hair is a wild tangle per usual, though today a few braids are used to tame the white mane back and away from her face and knotted amidst various feathers and trinkets. She also wears her customary face paint: a thick strip of deep blue across her eyes giving a mask like appearance, a coat across her upper lip and a thumbprint in the center of her lower lip.{w){n + |
| Ennettia Igniseri + | She is a painting in warm colors: a portrait in warmly golden olive skin, with a backdrop of dark, dark hair hinted with whispers of auburn that tumbles in waves past her neck and shoulders to cascade over her back. Languid eyes of hazel, deep and dark, center her features, beneath the sooty veil of lashes. The soft bow of her full mouth is lush, especially when tilted in a wicked curve, sensual and languorous. Lissome grace informs her movements, flowing in an indolent elegance, as though she does not walk about the world so much as pour through it. + |
| Enoch Grayson + | The man before you stands at exactly 6'0" tall, with beautiful blue eyes that easily bring reminiscence of an aquamarine jewel, and raven black hair that falls to about his shoulders. His facial features are simple and sharp, giving him the visage of an extremely beautiful young man. Physically speaking, Enoch is a specimen. Even for his young age, he's physically extremely fit and has the body of someone who put in a hellish amount of exercise and other physical activities intensely every single day. Every muscle perfectly defined and well grown, not having even a single scar on his body. In terms of clothing, Enoch takes his role as a member of the King's own extremely seriously, often keeping his sword(s) on hand with him at all times as well as always wearing the proper armor. Though he often enjoys wearing casual clothing. + |
| Enri Jaeggere + | A man with an imposing physique, Enri has a somewhat short hair for a northman, cropping his blond strands just above his ears and parting it to the side, just above his pair of bushy eyebrows. His pair of green eyes are usually inexpressive and quiet. A small curve on the upper part of his nose denotes it might have been broken at some point during his life. + |
| Entropoly Ulbran + | This woman is covered in muscles and thin, knife-made scars. She walks with a hunch to her shoulders of someone wanting to appear smaller than she is. Eyes are often searching doorways and corners in an anxious search for those still unseen around her. Her features are broad and indelicate, and when standing with a proper posture can be imposing and large. + |
| Enya Blackram + | Enya stands hunched over, with flowing unkempt grey-white hair, Her skin turning grey and forever lifeless with age. Her eyes, however, pierce the rest of her appearance, constantly looking with laser-focused precision and meaning, a sharp contrast for someone, who in all respects, looks to have gone crazy with age. + |
| Enyo De Lire + | On the taller side of average, Enyo has a slender but athletic frame that is common to performers who specialize in tumbling and vaulting. She has a youthful rounded face framed by dark hair that can shift from dark, black tones to deep, warm brown tones depending on the light. She has arched, expressive brows that can alter her expression with just a slight change in position. Skin tone that is inclined towards a naturally warm tone has been darkened slightly further by time spent under the sun. Wide eyes are the pale amber color of a good glass of whiskey, cheeks are high and defined, and her mouth is almost a little too wide. + |
| Enyo Gilden + | On the taller side of average, Enyo has a slender but athletic frame that is common to performers who specialize in tumbling and vaulting. She has a youthful rounded face framed by dark hair that can shift from dark, black tones to deep, warm brown tones depending on the light. She has arched, expressive brows that can alter her expression with just a slight change in position. Skin tone that is inclined towards a naturally warm tone has been darkened slightly further by time spent under the sun. Wide eyes are the pale amber color of a good glass of whiskey, cheeks are high and defined, and her mouth is almost a little too wide. + |
| Enyo Malvici + | On the taller side of average, Enyo has a slender but athletic frame that is common to performers who specialize in tumbling and vaulting. She has a youthful rounded face framed by dark hair that can shift from dark, black tones to deep, warm brown tones depending on the light. She has arched, expressive brows that can alter her expression with just a slight change in position. Skin tone that is inclined towards a naturally warm tone has been darkened slightly further by time spent under the sun. Wide eyes are the pale amber color of a good glass of whiskey, cheeks are high and defined, and her mouth is almost a little too wide. + |
| Eos Saik + | What most people notice first and foremost about Eos is the weight of his stare. Pale green eyes observe the world unflinchingly, as though neither the darkest horror nor the brightest joy could move him if he were unwilling to be moved. A weathered individual, Eos is one more aptly described as ruggedly handsome than aught else, with his dark hair allowed to grow so far as the hard line of his often shadowed jaw. He is neither short nor tall, but the power of his presence makes him seem larger than he is, bolstered by the fact that his manner and movements often inspire atavistic fears of things created only to kill. Despite this, Eos is not entirely a grim and brooding man. The ease with which he is wont to laugh or smile has caught friend and foe alike off-guard, and gives away that more than a few of the lines worn into his face have been carved by the like. + |
| Ephraim Mercier + | Ephraim stands at a remarkably average height, with features widely regarded as comely. His flaxen hair has some length and is brushed backward in a casual wave. His eyes are gray with the subtle hints of a clear autumn evening, and within them is a glinting light. He walks with confident, swift movements and the regal mien of a lion on the prowl - offset only slightly by the broad smile he often dons. He cuts a lean figure which appears more dexterous than muscular, with long sinewy limbs. He sports a neatly trimmed goatee, complementing his roguish charm. + |
| Ephrath Drake + | Neither very tall nor especially curvaceous, Ephrath cuts an unobtrusive figure in frame. It is her facial features, however, that may draw notice. While her dark, umber skin is seemingly flawless and complemented well by long, sleek black hair, it is her eyes that provide points of sharp contrast. Beneath high-arched, expressive brows, they are silver lined in a deeper grey just at the edges; thick lashes shaping them. Her nose is perhaps a bit too broad and flat, but smooths into soft cheeks that still hold the illusion of youth where they sweep into a delicate jaw and full, pouty lips. And though the rest of her is free of many marrs, her deft hands hold the many small marks and nicks of someone who has worked by a forge. + |
| Erasmus Tyde + | Erasmus is a tall man with an expressive, lived in face and longish pepper hair salted with age. Not that he's old, by any means - his blue eyes are vigorous bright and his carriage still straight and snapping when he's about his business (though he tends more to lanky lounging than looming when he is not). + |
| Erela Blackhurst + | Standing at almost six foot, the woman is pale in the way that most people who dont see the sun are. But she sees plenty of it with her duties as a Kings Own. Her long raven black hair is generally worn in a braid that falls down her back. Her emerald green eyes hold a wariness to them, but she moves with a skilled step. She wears the vestment for the Kings Own today. + |
| Eric Thrax + | You see a man over six and a half feet tall and built by the rigors of sea life. He emits a playful aura and a gleam of mischief in his greyish blue eyes says he's up for just about anything. Short dirty blond hair kept unkempt sits atop a young face. A large scar runs up his right arm from a fight long ago that nearly ended his life. He wears it as a reminder to his own pride and will often have that sleeve rolled up even when in more civil attire. + |
| Erik Grimhall + | This man's large frame often sets him apart, tall and muscled as one would expect of a warrior of the Isles. His skin is lightly tanned from excursions in the sun, yet his hands are not calloused from holding weapons so much as ink-stained from books. Stormy grey eyes capture the color of the sea when clouds collect overhead, and his sandy hair is a shade between blonde and brown, kept long and often tied back with a bit of leather. He's undeniably handsome, for those who like the rugged type. + |
| Erika Blackwood + | This woman is the wild, picturesque beauty of the North, with thick, curly copper red hair that reflects the light in brilliant shades of orange as it tumbles down her back, like the raging blaze of the Redrain bonfires. Her eyes are the icy blue of frosted over lakes, framed by dark lashes, and her skin pale white. A light tinge of pink adds colour to her cheeks, and her nose, shoulders and cheeks are dusted with freckles. Her lips are full and bow shaped, and her layered bangs frame her face and sweep across her brow, contrasting against her skin. While her eyes are such a cold blue, they carry within them a thrill and electric energy that steals ones breath away as you get lost in them, and the broad smile she gives you quickly brings it back in a rush of warmth. She stands shorter than most at 5'4, but her presence extends beyond her physical size. Her figure is athletically toned from years of a testing life in the Northern wilds, travelling across long distances and free climbing trees and mountains. Numerous pale scars on her figure attest to this wild life as well, from the claws of animals to the sharp scrape of branches. Her figure is curvaceous with ample feminine features, with black, Northern shav tribal tattoos decorating her, along her spine, hips and collar bones. Her fingers are often stained green, and she carries the scent of the Northern forests with her. + |
| Eris Ibrianis + | Hair a dark, chocolate brown in hue has been pulled back into a tidy braid, the most common dressing she dares to give the long locks. She boasts a round face with slightly pronounced cheekbones, a thin but expressive mouth, and a slightly pointed chin. Her eyes are a deep hazel bordering on green, framed by a fringe of dark lashes, and she has the smallest sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Her build is muscular rather than slim, and her tanned skin is marred by the occasional pale scar. + |
| Esera Velenosa + | Hers is a beauty at once sensual and striking, her face carved, seemingly, of living marble: she is startling to behold. Her hair is the black of shadows, her eyes scorching amber. Those eyes are riveting -- behind lashes thick and dark as smoke, they burn bright and dangerous as any flame. Her lips are lush and full, red as dragonweep; her smile, a smile of so many secrets, is mesmerizing. Tall, with long legs and tempting curves, she commands attention, and her voice, when she speaks, is arresting. + |
| Eshken Greenblood + | Eshken stands 6'2" with a rather lithe build. While he's not without muscle or definition he's also clearly not an athletic man or a warrior. He has the frame of an academic. His dark hair curls tightly and is often kept slightly long and held back with a leather band. Dark golden-hazel eyes rest underneath thick black eyebrows. His skin is a dark bronze that glows with health. + |
| Eshra Rivenshari + | Eshra is a river ravashari with dusky skin from living outdoors. Her soulful mocha eyes are windows to her thoughts and feelings. Her long chestnut hair curls with a mind of its own. Her proud nose sits over full pink lips that hint at a smile when she is amused. Her voice is clear with command as Voice to her people. She walks in confident strides no matter what the situation demands. + |
| Eskandar Whisper + | Eskander is a bright young man, apparently in his mid-twenties, with olive-toned skin and an easy smile. In fact, he's often smiling - whether out of politness or because he's genuinely happy to be where he is. His eyes are a striking green color and have an alert glint to them that seems to imply he's watching everything that goes on around him. He seems relatively physically fit, although he's certainly doesn't have the appearance fighter or sellsword - he's done labor and probably walks everywhere, but a sword-swinger he is not. His hair is a dark reddish-brown and typically kept cut a bit on the long side, falling just to the nape of his neck and left either loose or bound back out of the way if needed. He maintains a carefully groomed and well-cared for beard and mustache, styled short and cut close to the face. His movements are confident, his back straight, and he seems to want to be noticed when he steps into the room. + |
| Esme Fidante + | There is something wild and untamed about Esme, even if she is always impeccably dressed and groomed. Perhaps it is the look in her brilliant emerald eyes or the easy smile that warms her face to a delicate rose glow. She is a study in contrast from the delicateness of her appearance to the truth that lies beneath the flowery gowns. She is the epitome of strength and beauty when she marries metal and silk for most of her attire. Her warm hair is kissed by a touch of crimson in the sun and her creamy skin is flawless with just the smattering of light freckles across her nose. Her features are somewhat feline from her almond shaped eyes to her high cheekbones and thin, straight nose. Her lush mouth is usually curved into a surreptitious smile hinting at just the slightest bit of mischief. + |
| Esoka Greenblood + | Bronzen skin is the backdrop of a shifting, rippling art piece in needlework across the sculpted strength of Esoka's stocky frame. Her tattoos are lessons, interlocking circles in copper and black that twist and writhe over the breadth of her back. The curving bulk of her biceps suggest the power of a battering ram behind each fist. Broad-hipped and powerful, there is little spare flesh on Esoka; there is, rather, the sense that her entire body is a weapon to be hurled. The readiness and pride that frequently light the bright summer blue of her eyes contribute to this impression. Her hair is kept short: deep, dark brown, cut into a curving bob of weighty thickness that curls inward at the tips around her jawline. Her lips are full and dark, frequently painted a deep, ruby red; the slash of her smile is sometimes mocking, sometimes sharp, but always lights her strong-featured face with bright energy. + |
| Esra Wyrmguard + | This man's platinum blonde hair accompanies the pale skin of someone who doesn't spend much time in sunlight, accented only by deep blue eyes. A day's stubble draws an occasional contemplative rub. His gaze alternates between holding itself on the distance in thought and sweeping space as though looking for something to hold his attention. His uniform of choice is a white cloak over a white doublet with brass buttons and an embroidered gold quill over the right breast. Under the doublet he wears a high-necked black brocade shirt and black breeches. On his belt are a pen knife and several pouches. In his hand as he walks is a sleek black gentleman's walking stick with inlaid white highlights. + |
| Essmor Siril + | Fair skinned with a light complexion, Essmor sits at roughly average height for a man of his age. Black hair sits atop his head, coming just past his ears and along the side of his face, and is generally well taken care of--clean, washed, and made presentable. His body leans more towards lithe than bulky, looking more predisposed towards nimbleness than anything regarding physical strength. A resting grin sits on his thin lips, one side rising higher than the other naturally. + |
| Estaban Saik + | Tall and handsome, Estaban is the picture of a strong gentlemen with a hint of mischief in his vibrant blue eyes. His skin is naturally tan but sun-kissed to be a slightly richer than some of his family. His lips are soft which is an abrupt shift from the attractive stubble he keeps on his chin. The man is very tall and his tanned body well defined from years of hunting, sailing, and training. + |
| Estelle Blackram + | Towering and slender, but with curves proportional to her body, this woman with shoulder-length scarlet hair in loose waves is almost impossible to miss in a crowd. Her facial features are soft yet kind, from heavy-lidded, almond-shaped pewter gray-blue eyes to a rounded jawline below. A light dusting of freckles dots across her pale skin, a result of spending more time indoors and out, and she walks with a calm and poised grace. + |
| Estil Navegant + | While certainly not prim, there is an air of efficient propriety to her with her wavy chestnut hair perfectly, if simply, coiffed. Thick and long, the rich brown locks are laced with just enough warm gold and red to avoid being rendered mousy. Her eyes are a murky hazel, nominal in appeal but with a seemingly bottomless, sharp quality that belies the many indescribable things they may have seen. She has a heart-shaped faced retaining the slightly cherubic nature of youth with skin fair and largely unblemished. The tips of her long, finely boned fingers seem permanently ink-stained, but are otherwise kept well-manicured and neat. + |
| Ethan Merari + | Rather average in size, Ethan has a lean frame that barely fills out his clothing. His ruffled blond locks are closely cropped so they don't get too unruly. His pale blue eyes flash with intelligence, and sometimes are set behind a pair of spectacles when he's doing research. His clothing tends to be more functional than fashionable. There is an energy about him when he talks about subjects that interest him. + |
| Etienne Telmar + | A man of average height and a solid build, Etienne's weather-beaten skin is proof of years spent traveling the roads of Arx. His tanned features compliment the pale gold of his hair, and the light gray of his eyes. His features are square, with high cheekbones and a firm, stubborn chin. His smiles are warm and frequent, and when they appear, they light up his entire face. He is approaching middle age, somewhere in his late thirties, and one can see the hint of laugh lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes, particularly when he concentrates on something. He moves with careful grace, years of schooling in aristocratic composure clear in every motion. + |
| Eudence Ghedren + | An elderly woman, perhaps once vibrant with youth, now shriveled and grey in her old age. Grey hair pulled back into a tight bun, with serene brown eyes that watch with the calm confidence that she's already seen this before. Frail of physique, but not embittered by her age, her smiles are kindly, her hands gentle despite being worn, and her thin, pale lips are often turned up into some semblance of a friendly smile. Her features are round and soft, a matronly figure, with her jawline obscured slightly by drooping jowls. + |
| Eugene Caylerth + | The man was by no means a mountain but perhaps he could pass as a boulder perched atop of it. Burly was a good word for him; built of strong stock and tall enough to support the frame that cut him into quite an athletic specimen, if not a bit freakish. He could have easily been misconstrued for a mountain man. A matted collection of brown hair ran down to about his shoulders, greased back to get out of his way and sported with a pair of thick mutton chops. Upon his upper lip sat a rather large and prominent mustache, greased as his hair with a fine oil the same as his hair. Between the mess of hair, his pale grey eyes cut across to add a layer of trepidation when approaching the man yet all could be disarmed just by him opening his mouth. + |
| Eurion Ashford + | The sun has baked Eurion golden, soaking deep tan into his skin and sturdy muscle and having paled his dark blonde long wavy hair to a golden hue, the hair tied back in a haphazard manner most days and always half looking like he just woke up, tousled and windswept. His features are handsome and symmetrical with a darker shade of stubble that he just can't keep in check. His eyes are blue, a bright, laughing sky-blue beneath the high sweep of active eyebrows. Tall and muscular he's got that fitness of someone who has worked physically to get fit, and he moves with a carefree attitude through the world, bright-eyed and curious. + |
| Evaine Silverhand + | Tall and coldly beautiful, with eyes the color of ice beneath a blue sky, Evaine appears more created than born. Undoubtedly much of this is artifice, but there's no faking such striking bone structure - or those ridiculously long legs. She keeps her hair rather short, a thick white blonde mane bluntly snipped mid-neck. Never ruffled or disheveled, her demeanor is one of polish, poise, and self-possession. + |
| Evander Kennex + | Tall and impossibly thin, this man has a spidery look about him, all gangly arms and legs that he somehow manages with a modicum of grace. Hair that's somewhere between light brown and dark blonde hangs in a shaggy style, framing a fine featured face that would be handsome if it filled out a little bit. His gray eyes look like all of the color has been washed out of them, and hold a sense of detachment, as though he's observing the world from very far away. When he speaks, his voice is soft and breathless, a delicate tenor that has been roughened by his constant coughing. + |
| Evangelina Masque + | Soft brown eyes shine with warmth, and the equally soft curve of her lips is more often than not arranged into a charming smile. Her hair is a tumble of chocolate brown waves, and her complexion is gently sun-kissed. The subtle curves of her frame match the sweetness of her face, and her fingers are particularly shapely and dextrous. + |
| Evangeline Whisper + | A strikingly beautiful woman possessing an otherworldly mien, her elegance and refinement set her apart into a league of her own. Her statuesque appearance bears all the grace and refinement of a noble woman and makes no apologies for her height. Long and slender limbed, Evangeline could be mistaken for a dancer and her feminine curves look best when swathed in expensive silks. Pale blue eyes rival the sky after a storm; Soft in appearance, they hold onto mysteries of the past and tell the tale of troubled waters. Her elegant brows frame the shape of her face and give a more symmetrical appearance. A straight, slender nose sits squarely between high cheekbones, and her full lips often press into a pleasant, albeit demure smile. Her crowning glory is her thick and lustrous hair; a curtain of champagne blonde that captures the radiance of sunlight regardless of styling. + |
| Evaristo Arterius + | Evaristo is a rogue and a scoundrel personified. The stubble gracing his angular chin is perpetual and the mop of black hair on top of his head is kept in a state of disarray in spite of any attempts to comb it - though one may suspect he doesn't even try. His violet eyes gleam with mischief beneath a pair of thick brows and his thin lips are usually tugged into a mischievous smirk. He is not an unattractive man, but one can tell he is liable to grate on the nerves of many, even from a distance. He's tall and fit without being bulky and has a penchant for lazy strolling. + |
| Evelin Culler + | Evelin is the picture of airy, sultry beauty, her personality shining through to make her dazzle. Her curly pale blonde hair has been cut into a full, puffy vintage bob, unusually short for women of the compact. It falls in full, thick waves around her head, framing a delicate face of classical beauty. Large light grey eyes peer out from beneath thick, dark lashes, and if one looks close they'll be surprised to find shades of lavender around her iris, seeping out into the grey. Her nose is dainty, her brows perfectly arched, and her full lips are always painted in a glossy paint, her pale cheeks tinted with light rouge. The bears a small beauty mark on her left cheekbone beneath her eye. Her skin is milky smooth and unblemished, figure toned but blessed with ample feminine curves and a thin waistline, giving her an hourglass figure. A figure she must strive to maintain. Her form boasts a quick agility, one that's come from years of performing and looking out for herself. She moves with astounding grace, catlike and well oiled, and she struts more than walks, like a delicate but proud bird. Her dimple-forming smiles are radiant and frequent, and her is voice warm and musical, filled with laughter. But that warm smile can just as quickly turn wicked and sultry, lifting at one corner. + |
| Evelin Starborn + | This woman is striking to behold, the stars seeming to shine in her eyes. Midnight blue eyes, deep and endless, reflect the light in pinpricks of stars, with a deep purple ring around the pupils, visible if one gazes at them for long enough. They're framed by dark, thick lashes, and slender brows arch above them. Her skin is pale and unblemished, gracing a slender figure blessed with amble curves and feminine features, though lacking in muscle definition. Her hair is black as the night sky, cut into a wavy, playful thick bob that frames her face, reaching to her chin while wry bangs sweep across her brow. She moves gracefully, as if dancing, with a sway of her hips. + |
| Evelynn Helianthus + | Perhaps her most striking feature are her eyes, brown with gleaming flecks of amber like the embers that remain after a blazing fire, and framed by long lashes and perfectly shaped brows. Her soft hair is a lustrous brown with subtle golden highlights that cascades well past her shoulders. The duchess' allure is palpable with her smooth sun-bronzed skin with rosy undertones, high cheekbones and lush lips that curve into coy, inviting smiles. Her lissome form moves with an easy feminine grace as if she's in control of every facet of movement. Such beauty is, however, not without its danger as can be ascertained from her stare. + |
| Everard Telmar + | When women whisper to their friends as they admire the handsome Commander of the Iron Guard, they debate his finest features, even if he never notices. His thick chestnut brown hair, generally kept short and practical, accentuates the strong lines of his face. His chiseled jaw often sports a neatly trimmed beard, lending a sense of dignity about him, the hints of silver only enhancing that. His stormy grey eyes thunder with life, kind and strong, with terrifying moments of fury, utterly charming in every way. Everard has the build of a seasoned warrior, dangerous and practiced, but carries himself with a sense of noble chivalry so easily, he seems gentle when not in the throes of battle. + |
| Everett Malere + | Just one glance spared in Everett's direction may glean his hardiness and physical prowess. Taut muscles were built over decades of laborious farm work: carrying hay bales, tilling wheat fields, and hauling trade goods upon his broad shoulders. He's tall and bulky in stature, but gentle in his motions, as though fully aware of just how strong he is, and what kind of damage he can inflict upon his surroundings with minimal effort. Weathered skin has been marred by many years of sun exposure, though that reality does not detract much from classically handsome facial features. Irises of the darkest blue are softened by wrinkles which fan out from the outer corners of his lids, and crease all the deeper with a smile. His teeth are not set in perfect rows by any means, but still maintain a proper hue of off-white that compliments his good hygiene. Oftentimes he prefers to don a short layer of stubble, else a full beard with hints of auburn and gray hues interspersed. + |
| Evonleigh Whitehawk + | Soft, rounded features, a subtle sprinkling of freckles, and wide gray-blue eyes combine to lend this young woman a somewhat naive and innocent countenance and girlish charm. But on closer inspection, there's something a little sharper in her gaze than the gentle curves of her face suggest. The most striking feature are those stormy eyes, not made of a single clear blue; they seem to hold constellations of a myriad of grays and blues within. Her long, wavy hair shimmers with a mixture of tawny and golden strands that coalesce into a color the less poetic might simply call "dark blond." Tall and long-limbed, there's a coltish quality about her, though feminine curves keep her from being anything one might call boyish. She favors rich fabrics in greens, blues, golds, and whites; her hair, she prefers to wear in loose tumbling waves or somewhat messy updos. + |
| Ewen Masque + | Ewen is a slender man of middling height with deep-set eyes that blink infrequently and gaze intensely from a round, soft-featured face. He is typically composed, his posture straight and shoulders relaxed, but he has a sometimes unsettling habit of staring overlong at anyone or anything that interests him, almost in an accusatory fashion. When contemplative, he stares instead into the middle distance, and in those less intense moments his otherwise inscrutable features seem kindly. His clothing is high-quality but old and a bit behind the trends, dark and fairly formal, and the material is scuffed from wear but well-tended. His speech belies his eyes' intensity: he is polite, almost never raises his voice, and often pauses to choose his words carefully and deliberately, especially when asking a sensitive question. + |
| Ezekiel + | Long black hair falls to shoulder length, moving in a curtain of midnight when he turns his head. It is rare that there is not an errant lock falling across his features. Full lips flutter between salaciousness and bemusement, though, its equally inclined towards a sardonic smirk; whatever the cant, it is always expressive. His pale, unblemished skin holds no sign of scar or freckle, at least, not on his face. With his beardlessness, he appears relatively youthful in demeanor. Without too much in the way of height, the man can occasionally seem almost waifish, his build given muchly towards a slenderness. Yet, a careful observer would note something more wiry than at first glass, skin taut against his frame like leather across a drum, a body of whipcord and steel. Perhaps unfairly, he has long black lashes. Often, they are darkened with soot. + |
| Ezekiel Crown + | Long black hair falls to shoulder length, moving in a curtain of midnight when he turns his head. It is rare that there is not an errant lock falling across his features. Full lips flutter between salaciousness and bemusement, though, its equally inclined towards a sardonic smirk; whatever the cant, it is always expressive. His pale, unblemished skin holds no sign of scar or freckle, at least, not on his face. With his beardlessness, he appears relatively youthful in demeanor. Without too much in the way of height, the man can occasionally seem almost waifish, his build given muchly towards a slenderness. Yet, a careful observer would note something more wiry than at first glass, skin taut against his frame like leather across a drum, a body of whipcord and steel. Perhaps unfairly, he has long black lashes. Often, they are darkened with soot. + |
| Ezmeralda Leporidae + | Ezmeralda does not look much like her cousins or the other people of Tremorus. Her pale skin glows with an inner luminescence that makes her seem more real than real and she is long of limb and shaped quite sensually with supple curves and a dangerously small waist. Almond shaped eyes are a sparkling sapphire color with golden flecks that shine with a light of their own when she is being particularly capricious or mischievous. The uniqueness of her eye color and gleaming, polished skin are accompanied by her long, platinum blonde hair that spills down her back and terminates near the top of her buttocks when she wears it pulled up -- which she often does -- which makes it plain to see it must be even longer when worn down. When she speaks her voice is deep and husky like liquid silk poured on the rocks. + |
| Ezra Riven + | Ezra is taller than average and doesn't look particularly muscular but like sinew stretched over bone. His dark black hair flows in loose waves but is cut short nearly at the start of his neck. A perpetual stubble finds itself thickly attempting to make itself into a beard. His eyes tend to towards a squint, hiding a bit of the dark brown and tending to present a more intense look. His fingers are long and the entirety of his hands are rough from frequent use in harsh tasks. + |
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| Faelan Navegant + | Faelan is a tall leanly built fighter that moves with a predatory sort of grace. Body toned from years of sailing and fighting, and training to do both. He has blonde hair usually pulled back into a shoert tail and the sides of his head are typically shaved down to the skin. His eyes are the bright blue of the ocean on a sunny day. His cllothing is typically rugged but well made, meant to last him out at sea. Sturdy leather boots come up to his upper calf, tightly wrapped leather lacing keeping the tops snug to his legs, helping prevent water oer vermin from invading his footwear. His pants are a loose fitting black, a broad belt with multiple loops for weapons belts over a green tunic, showing his house colors, though more often than not the tunic is hidden beneath armor of some sort or another. + |
| Fairen Leary + | Tall and stocky, there is much about Fairen that suggests hidden strength behind his spectacles. Perhaps the strong bones of his face and jaw cannot entirely be obscured by the general shyness he presents. His eyes are pale and clear, gray-blue behind the round frames of the glasses that almost never leave his face. His lips are thin, edged with the shade of lines at the corners of his mouth, beneath the bold nose. His hair is short and thick, prickling in dark spikes with just the earliest seeds of gray to glint amidst the brown strands. The hairline is just barely beginning to recede. + |
| Falak A'Sib + | Covered head to toe in a fireweave robe of Eurusi religious design and wearing a mirrormask, there's not a single part of the Eye of the Prophet's body that is visible. Even the mirrormask is designed slightly differently, as a full blank mirror, and it's unclear how the wearer sees or breathes. The Eye of the Prophet has a hulking build, with a slightly hunched back, and walks with a prononced limp, seeming to drag their left leg along in a shuffling gait, with sometimes traces of black sand being left in their wake. + |
| Farrah Whitehawk + | A woman whose beauty scarcely goes unacknowledged when in good company. Riveting gray eyes contrast sharply with her dark complexion and her curly tresses are the color of molten gold which shimmer when kissed by the light. By the canon of feminine beauty her hands are, perhaps, a little large - but they are otherwise elegant, with their long fingers and immaculate nails of a woman entirely unaccustomed to manual labor. The dresses she dons are moderately cut out at the front, hinting at her comely curves rather than revealing them. She carries herself with a bounce in her step and her gaze is almost always filled with amusement. + |
| Faruq Disowned + | Bearing a remarkably sharp bone structure, this hard man is a specimen of peak human conditioning. His clear athleticism is evident in the veined cut of his detailed musculature. He has black skin, with pitch eyes that show a determined and fierce nature. He is six feet tall, with a shaved head and cheeks. A series of scars that stretch from his abdomen to his shoulder indicates he has had at least one near death experience but the look in his eyes suggests there have been several. {w({nHe is completely and utterly cleanshaven, not an ounce of hair to be found anywhere other than his eyebrows. He smells of the sea and a subtle male musk that is all natural and clean.{w){n + |
| Faruq Seraceni + | Bearing a remarkably sharp bone structure, this hard man is a specimen of peak human conditioning. His clear athleticism is evident in the veined cut of his detailed musculature. He has black skin, with pitch eyes that show a determined and fierce nature. He is six feet tall, with a shaved head and cheeks. A series of scars that stretch from his abdomen to his shoulder indicates he has had at least one near death experience but the look in his eyes suggests there have been several. {w({nHe is completely and utterly cleanshaven, not an ounce of hair to be found anywhere other than his eyebrows. He smells of the sea and a subtle male musk that is all natural and clean.{w){n + |
| Fatima Thrax + | There is a powerful aura of dark majesty about this woman, causing her to stand out in almost any crowd. With a preternatural beauty and grace, and intense eyes that gleam pale green like serpentine gems, she carries herself with the regal command of a Queen. She maintains an air of serene mystique, yet there is no hesitation to her warm smiles, which illuminate the best parts of a person. Flawless dusky skin and long, raven black hair that falls to her waist are testament to her Eurusi heritage, while the seafoam green of her enchanting eyes must surely be from her mother. There is elegance and refinement in every gesture, her dark hair perfectly styled. Her tasteful clothing fits her statuesque form perfectly, suited to one of her royal station. Every gesture seems carefully choreographed with a refined precision, framing each action she takes in grace and poise. Her voice is like dark honey, a warm and pleasant mezzo-soprano, though there is a glimmer of danger simmering beneath the surface of her gaze, which suggests it would be unwise to invoke her rage. + |
| Fawkes Laurent + | Expressive dark brown eyes stare out from beneath a strong brow, set in a face framed by a wave of medium-length sable brown hair that falls just long enough to get in his eyes if not kept swept back out of the way. Looking to be in his early to mid thirties, the man possesses a short beard and mustache that add a welcome contrast to strong and defined features, while lips curve naturally upward, giving him the appearance of a constant smirk. Gifted with a strong, athletic build, his broad shoulders and long and muscular limbs are toned in a manner that belies an active and physically demanding lifestyle. He moves with a relaxed and seemingly carefree gait, hinting at an agile ease that allows him to be ready to act at moments notice. + |
| Fawkuhl Valardin + | Though the Dominus sets aside his family and is beholden to only the crown and the gods, the patrician features distinctive of the oldest blood in House Valardin are unmistakable in Fawkuhl's handsome visage. The carefully coiffed white hair and aquiline nose does much to support Dominus Fawkuhl's dignified countenance, even without the strongly lined features that often make his jaw set in a perpetual frown. Despite his relative youth, the Dominus carries himself with the immense dignity of his austere station, though occasionally a dangerous light of fervor touches his grey eyes. + |
| Faye Ruger + | For her modest height, she gives off a disproportionate aura of power. Doe eyes in shades of warm earth snap - her focus sharp beneath even, fair brows. Fine lines crinkle the corners of her eyes, giving her keen gaze the look of earned wisdom. A streak of near-white runs through her thick, straight hair of muted gold, sweeping over her strong shoulders. Her form is built and toned from frequent work, solidity in her limbs giving her a sense of balance and calculated movement that she carries well. Her rare smiles are both soft and slight, a glimpse of the woman beyond the rigid composure and sculpted form. + |
| Fecundo Rubino-Zaffria + | Unquestionably handsome, with gorgeous mahogany hair that manages to look good no matter how it is mussed, Fecundo cuts a dashing figure. His well-definied cheekbones give his face an appealing warmth, and his dark glittering brown eyes are pools of sensuous mystery framed by the longest lushest lashes. His brilliant wide smile gives him a charming warmth, but he is built like someone who gets quite a lot of physical exercise. + |
| Fecundo Valardin + | Unquestionably handsome, with gorgeous mahogany hair that manages to look good no matter how it is mussed, Fecundo cuts a dashing figure. His well-definied cheekbones give his face an appealing warmth, and his dark glittering brown eyes are pools of sensuous mystery framed by the longest lushest lashes. His brilliant wide smile gives him a charming warmth, but he is built like someone who gets quite a lot of physical exercise. + |
| Felicia Harrow + | Green eyes, dark as emeralds in firelight and limned in black. A wealth of natural copper hair bound in a braid and kept back from her brow by a circlet. Felicia's not a beauty in the traditional sense of the word. With a scar that marks her left cheek and notches her nose in a horizontal stripe, but there's a confidence in the way she carries herself; a sharpness to her eyes and a smile that frequently teases about her broad-lipped mouth that lends itself to being noticed. Broad-shouldered and well muscled, she is clearly a creature of martial prowess. + |
| Felix Meadson + | Felix is a strong man, tall with broad shoulders, and a perpetually dirty face. He has a boyish charm to his bright smile, which makes him rather popular with the ladies. His brown hair seems often mussed, in his silver grey eyes, and completely ignored, lending to his rough appeal. He moves with surety of purpose, his powerful hands moving fluidly. His laugh booms and echoes in any room, a rich happy sound, that mirrors his loud speaking voice. His good nature is evident in every aspect of his physical self, and when he does become angered, his rage is a force of nature in itself. + |
| Fenia Unknown + | Slim, graceful, and confident, Fenia's stride is quick and sure. Taller than your average woman, but shorter than the average male, the contrast of pale, softly-tanned skin and gently flowing coppery hair tends to be rather eye-catching... Although its the silvery pattern under the skin of her left arm that might draw real interest. In her usual practicality, Fenia wears her hair back in a shoulder-length ponytail, usually only letting it down indoors or where she feels safe. Likewise, she wears no piercings or other adornments, keeping a clean, neat appearance as best she can. Soft, thoughtful grey eyes constantly dart and flick over her surroundings, seeming to glimmer slightly in flashes of mercurial amusement. + |
| Fergus Redrain + | A hard man, with a heavy soul, Fergus Redrain takes to court like a fish to flying. His battle scarred countenance demands respect, if not fear, with a particularly nasty one in a straight line on the left side from temple to jaw. His black hair, peppered with silver, is often left on the longish side, and slightly beyond unkempt. His expressions range from dark fury to mild annoyance, with whatever positive emotions he endures well hidden beneath the dark brow. His build is massive; tall, strong, and broad-shouldered, with thick heavy hands that are ready made for violence. His walk is confident, even if his eyes are haunted and his voice is a rough growl. + |
| Ferrando Artiglio + | Tall and powerfully built, Ferrando possesses an imposing stature that he often tries to offset with an affable personality and a winning smile. His darker, olive complexion and rugged good looks would likely mark him as coming from the southern city states of the Lyceum even without his name or the very common black hair and dark brown eyes shared by many of the Lycene. For a large, muscular man, he moves with a surprising degree of natural grace and carries himself with confident poise. + |
| Ferris Ulbran + | With salt and pepper scattered liberally in his hair, and lines etched in his face, Ferris is pretty much exactly what people think of when they think of 'smith'. A broad and burly man with a well-kept beard and long hair kept braided down his back, his arms - when bared - show the tiny flecks and burns of someone who spends a lot of time around hot sparks. Whether it's permanent soot thanks to the forge-fire or a natural tan, Ferris isn't exactly the palest-skinned man around, but the gleam of bright blue eyes in his face and the fact that most of his wrinkles line up with smiles suggest that he's perhaps not as forbidding as most burly men who know what to do with a hammer. + |
| Fiachra Greenmarch + | Rugged features and a tousled silhouette make it readily apparent, even upon first glance, that Fiachra isn't the typical immaculate type of noble. His crowning glory is the black hair usually left falling heavily past his shoulders in loose waves which, along with the ever-present shadow of a beard, only manage to slightly soften the sharper angles of his cheeks, aquiline nose, and jawline. Said sharp features tend to draw attention to the moss green eyes standing out in bright contrast to his sun-bronzed, lightly freckled skin, giving an overall impression not unlike the corvian he's named for. Even his tall, athletic frame tends to reinforce that image. When he smiles, though, it does a great deal to lessen the predatory mien into something approaching a more expected civility. + |
| Fiachra Valardin + | Rugged features and a tousled silhouette make it readily apparent, even upon first glance, that Fiachra isn't the typical immaculate type of noble. His crowning glory is the black hair usually left falling heavily past his shoulders in loose waves which, along with the ever-present shadow of a beard, only manage to slightly soften the sharper angles of his cheeks, aquiline nose, and jawline. Said sharp features tend to draw attention to the moss green eyes standing out in bright contrast to his bronzed skin. His tall, athletic frame and the way he moves is often reminiscent of a prowling forest cat. When he smiles, though, it does a great deal to lessen the predatory mien into something approaching a more expected civility. Occasionally, a glimpse of the swirling, dark blue tattoos common among the Abandoned tribes can be seen above the neckline of his shirt, evidence of his cultural roots. + |
| Fianna Crovane + | Of greater than average height and athletic build, Fianna doesn't immediately stand out as nobility. Her ahir falls in a riot of perpetually windwept waves and curls to just below her shoulder blades. Chocolate brown comprises the base of her ahir color, with threads of auburn and golden blonde weaving through to give it its rich tone. Her eyes likewise veer towards a dark brown with flecks of honey and forest green offering some interesting detail. Her features are strong, but softened just enough by compassion and patience to make them pleasing. She furthers her questionable status by having calloused hands used to hard work, and there always seems to be a smudge of dirt on her face that has managed to evade the washcloth. While her clothing is of good quality, it nearly always seems to be in need of some repair. + |
| Fianna Volkov + | Of greater than average height and athletic build, Fianna doesn't immediately stand out as nobility. Her ahir falls in a riot of perpetually windwept waves and curls to just below her shoulder blades. Chocolate brown comprises the base of her ahir color, with threads of auburn and golden blonde weaving through to give it its rich tone. Her eyes likewise veer towards a dark brown with flecks of honey and forest green offering some interesting detail. Her features are strong, but softened just enough by compassion and patience to make them pleasing. She furthers her questionable status by having calloused hands used to hard work, and there always seems to be a smudge of dirt on her face that has managed to evade the washcloth. While her clothing is of good quality, it nearly always seems to be in need of some repair. + |
| Fidel Charon + | Accustomed to adventuring and life on the road, Fidel might be mistaken as a wandering bard for the rocky convergence of fashion and function that his personal style encompasses. He has an appreciation for the discarded and lost, often incorporating a stray swatch of pretty cloth or the occasional forgotten bloom into ensembles otherwise dominated by hardy practical fabrics and well-worn leathers. His densely coiled hair is as dark as the contents of a scholar's inkwell, his skin is the color of the clean earth from which all life springs, and his expressive brown eyes twinkle with a warm gleam not at all tempered by trivialities such as age or in depth self-reflection. + |
| Filshiar Shieldborne + | Long and lanky, Filshiar's rangy strength leaves him built more or less like a rake -- broad shouldered, narrow hipped, with long bones and sturdy muscle of a man in fit fighting form. His skin is warm brown, his even features sculpted but left a little soft with the shade of unspent youth, his long hair a shade of brown so dark it is near-black. He keeps facial hair neatly groomed, shading dark over his full, soft mouth. His eyes are a soft, liquid brown, their depths shaded by the sooty thickness of long, long eyelashes, and their melting dark is expressive beneath fine, straight, dark eyebrows. + |
| Filusae Tyde + | Delicately built, Filusae will likely never be able to see over the heads of others. Her eyes of molten amber gleam with a mischief untamed upon a face of alabaster, framed by stark white hair that falls to her middle back loose and free. She walks with an eerie grace, though is not likely to remain demure for long. Pale pink lips curve at the corners, a hidden grin waiting to break into laughter at any moment. The most strange feature of her face are noted to be her eyebrows, kept groomed in a strange style. There is little strength in her frame, but a face that holds a malicious intelligence could be something to be wary of. + |
| Fiora Laurent + | If it were not for her striking ice blue eyes and long lashes, Fiora would be considered a comparatively plain-looking Velenosian noblewoman. She possesses little natural coloring save for an angry scar which streaks across the right side of her face, narrowly missing her eye. Tall and svelte, what curves she does possess are subtle underneath her clothing. Thick tendrils of black hair accentuate her heart-shaped face and rest upon her shoulders. Her movements are precise and her cool gaze is alert. + |
| Fiora Malvici + | If it were not for her striking ice blue eyes and long lashes, Fiora would be considered a comparatively plain-looking Velenosian noblewoman. She possesses little natural coloring save for an angry scar which streaks across the right side of her face, narrowly missing her eye. Tall and svelte, what curves she does possess are subtle underneath her clothing. Thick tendrils of black hair accentuate her heart-shaped face and rest upon her shoulders. Her movements are precise and her cool gaze is alert. + |
| Flavien Laurent + | Put any face to a personality, and it can change drastically. The gods may have meant for this face to be one of frequent smiles and perhaps even charm, but more often than not he's lost into a thoughtful sort of distant stare. Body is often lost near completely under armor, but it is a relatively strong and flexible frame that reminds that he is a knight trained first and foremost. What scars and other markings it may hide are not often seen, but when one catches a glimpse in a training yard, it would seem there are a fair number of them, many seeming to be burns or brandings. + |
| Flora Sanna + | A cloud of springy black curls flares back from Flora's round-featured face: dimples in the apples of her cheeks, a round snub to her nose, a full bow to her soft mouth, with warm, dark skin a shade like ochre. Taut muscle shows strong and firm across her arms, across the broad bulk of her shoulders. Her body is lean and fit, conditioned and strong, her sturdy muscle not at all undercut by the firm curves of womanhood undeniable in her shape. Her eyes, a clear, light brown, often suggest a dreamer's pensiveness. + |
| Flynt Myrt + | A wiry, young man of average height. He has hazel eyes, unkempt short hair, and a crooked grin. His look has a certain shabby quality and his hands and neck are marked with numerous tiny scars. His long arms are slender and limber and he has a strange gait of a person accustomed to being at the sea. + |
| Forato Fidante + | A fine specimen of male from the southern lands. A noble of roses, to be certain. Olive toned and tanned, blue eyed though they have the golden circle of dawn when the irises contract and at least a dozen odd, red flecks here and there amongst the bright blue. He has long, dark brown hair that is often kept tied back at the temples. There is an air of energy and curiosity about the man, young as he is, and a quiet and stern wisdom to his long brows. + |
| Ford Kennex + | Sharp, stern, and striking features make Ford equal parts eye-catchingly attractive, and distinctly intimidating. Tall, and imposing, he has a body of sculpted lean muscle and extensive cardio. He keeps his short, but still long enough to dreamily fall across his brow, dark golden hair styled backwards at any given moment. Preferring to keep himself well kept and presentable even while out at sea, if it weren't for his ever present tan and the constant squint of a man who's been out in the sun too long, you'd never guess him to be a seafaring type. + |
| Fortescue Antoni + | The man has a princely handsomeness to him, and prefers to be found in lavish silks, but he can be non-descript in leathers when he needs to be. Blond hair shifts shades in the light and bleaches nearly platinum in the summer months from a wheaten gold in the dark of winter, kept fashionably tousled or swept back at a whim. His eyes are the blue-grey that also changes by mood or lighting. These shifting qualities help with the blending in. A strong prominent nose, wide brow, high cheekbones, and pouty lips lend an air of superiority to him, emphasizing his already snooty disposition. Roughly average in height and slender in build, he moves with poise and purpose. He doesn't cut an imposing figure, but he doesn't appear friendly, either. + |
| Fortunato Grayhope + | Fortunato is small and slight, and while his posture ranges from upright to a touch proud, he has a way of barely occupying a space until he decides to be present. His manner is restlessly birdlike. His dark hair, gone slightly wild, and his smooth, ascetic face make him appear a touch younger than he is. However, his deep-set eyes are weathered, and tend half-lidded and distant unless his interest is caught. + |
| Fortunato Whisper + | Fortunato is small and slight, and while his posture ranges from upright to a touch proud, he has a way of barely occupying a space until he decides to be present. His manner is restlessly birdlike. His dark hair, gone slightly wild, and his smooth, ascetic face make him appear a touch younger than he is. However, his deep-set eyes are weathered, and tend half-lidded and distant unless his interest is caught. + |
| Franco Gilden + | Dirty blonde hair is cut rakishly short as if perpetually in a state of mild distress, with a few strands cutting across the tanned hue of his forehead. A thin red scar bisects his left eyebrow, angled towards one side and slicing near to his cheekbone. His stark grey-blue eyes have a penetrating presence, complete with a straight, thin nose, a squared jaw often darkened by an ever-present bit of stubble, and lips that too easily peel into a smirk. Carrying himself upon a strong soldier's frame with broad shoulders and limbs to match, it's often a bit of a surprise by how delicate he can be in certain situations. His hands and fingers are calloused, but his nails cut precisely. + |
| Fray Tirkah + | Fray is a standoffish female with amber eyes, fair skin, and short shoulder-length dark blue hair. Her resting facial expression makes her look displeased with her surroundings, who's eyes are referred to as "looking like a dead fish", or have a "mile-long stare". Her body is physically defined as is expected from her occupation. + |
| Frederik Steelhart + | Count Steelhart carries the broad shoulders and barrel chest his family is known for, though he's slightly shorter than the tall knights from the Highhill, and his stomach now has a little paunch to it. Scars and age line his weathered features, and his skin is leathery but fair in tone. No smile could ever be found on this man's face, and his grey eyes have a fatherly sternness to them, no matter who he's talking to, serf or prince. His most prominent feature is the moustache that rests above his upper lip, casting a dignified look over him. + |
| Fredrik Redtyde + | His hair the brown of dark oak shot through at the temples with silver, this man has a noble bearing, always straight-backed and solid in his movements, no wasted motion or flippant behavior. His eyes are chocolate brown and set in a slightly broad face with angular jaw and cheeks. His frame is not overly muscled, built on the lighter side but without an ounce of fat upon it, his fingers clever and slender and his smile ready and even with all teeth present and accounted for. + |
| Freja Acheron + | Impish and fierce, Freja is an effortless beauty that carries herself with an air of cold, methodical strength. There is a certain precison to the movements of her tall and willowy frame, not a single gesture wasted as she seems to be always alert. Her sharp, somber brown eyes rove steadily beneath impossibly thick lashes. Unruly chestnut curls contrast wonderfully against her ivory skin, free from freckles or blemish save for a small scar that intersects her right eyebrow. Her demeanor is one of brisk business, though her rare and heartbreaking smile quickly dissipates any chill with its genuine warmth. Upon her right forearm, all along the underside, Freja bears a tattoo of intricate whorls, lines, and dots - all of varying arrangement and thickness. There are two symbols, as well, one at either end of the oblong length of it. Near her elbow, a bold but modestly sized X, and further towards the wrist, an angular and inscrutable arrangement of lines and curves, like a rune. + |
| Freja Nightgold + | Impish and fierce, Freja is an effortless beauty that carries herself with an air of cold, methodical strength. There is a certain precison to the movements of her tall and willowy frame, not a single gesture wasted as she seems to be always alert. Her sharp, somber brown eyes rove steadily beneath impossibly thick lashes. Unruly chestnut curls contrast wonderfully against her ivory skin, free from freckles or blemish save for a small scar that intersects her right eyebrow. Her demeanor is one of brisk business, though her rare and heartbreaking smile quickly dissipates any chill with its genuine warmth. Upon her right forearm, all along the underside, Freja bears a tattoo of intricate whorls, lines, and dots - all of varying arrangement and thickness. There are two symbols, as well, one at either end of the oblong length of it. Near her elbow, a bold but modestly sized X, and further towards the wrist, an angular and inscrutable arrangement of lines and curves, like a rune. + |
| Freja Redrain + | Impish and fierce, Freja is an effortless beauty that carries herself with an air of cold, methodical strength. There is a certain precison to the movements of her tall and willowy frame, not a single gesture wasted as she seems to be always alert. Her sharp, somber brown eyes rove steadily beneath impossibly thick lashes. Unruly chestnut curls contrast wonderfully against her ivory skin, free from freckles or blemish save for a small scar that intersects her right eyebrow. Her demeanor is one of brisk business, though her rare and heartbreaking smile quickly dissipates any chill with its genuine warmth. Upon her right forearm, all along the underside, Freja bears a tattoo of intricate whorls, lines, and dots - all of varying arrangement and thickness. There are two symbols, as well, one at either end of the oblong length of it. Near her elbow, a bold but modestly sized X, and further towards the wrist, an angular and inscrutable arrangement of lines and curves, like a rune. {w({nThree diagonal lines of crimson woad adorn her face, the very distinct marks of Redrain - but more importantly, of 'Torrud's Bloody Brood'.{w){n + |
| Furio Rossetti + | Thick locks of glossy mahogany hair, always impeccably styled, crowns a chiseled masculine face, belaying the only bit of softness that rests upon his countenance. His muscular build is decorated in colorful tattoos that start at the top of his neck and down to his toes. On the front of his torso is a massive face of a grinning demonic creature with a feathery crown and on his back a ghastly skull to honor the Queen of Ending. The rest of the ink over his body carries a nautical theme. + |
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| Gabriel Bisland + | From a first glance, one may decide that Duke Gabriel Bisland, third of his name, needs to be an ally, because woe be unto those that make the tall, imposing figure their enemy. Broad shouldered, with the bearing of a fierce warrior, restrained only by the elegance inherent in all nobility, he moves with power, even if he's simply crossing a room. He keeps his ink-black hair shorn close to his head, which only serves to accentuate the intensity of his coal eyes, and his neatly trimmed beard much the same, shot with threads of silver. His expression often reflects a stern, stoic, nearly brooding temperament, but those lucky enough to see his brilliant smile cannot help but be dazzled by it. Dark skinned and profoundly attractive, what likely keeps him away from the court is all the... attention he receives, despite being old enough to be most of the court's father. + |
| Gabriella Pravus + | Gabriella is the picture perfect Setarcan woman in all her defiant bearing and devilish good looks. Standing about 5'7" high, the leader of the Swords of the Evening commands a piercing blue gaze and possesses a lustrous mane of golden hairs that always seems to catch the wind right to make Gabriella look every bit the heroine of Pravus the people deem her to be. Any purposeful movement reveals lean muscle underneath her sun-kissed skin, speaking of years of practice and exercise. Given her complete lack of blemishes and minor scars, one would be surprised to find a long, thin one running along her left forearm and past her wrist. While youthful, the warrior of Setarco seems to take to battle frighteningly easy, a storm of gold and blood once arrows begin flying. Those who fight alongside her, however, seem to hint that behind blue eyes lies a wicked storm that lusts for the blood of men. + |
| Gael + | In him lie telltale signs of a once warrior-made body, now fading and degrading with the languorous passage of time. Purely genetically gifted components make him broad of shoulder, his limbs down to their appendages thickened, and towards a burly predisposition. He's host to various scars here and there, some across his face; one across his jaw, the other opposite across the lips... but worse of all, like roots that spread from the low of one blackened and charred tree, scarified veins of black virulently rise out across his left cheek all seeking the center front of his face, but not quite reaching it. He's tall much like the members of his lineage, but far from the tallest. His height's deceivingly made shorter by an often slouching posture, it a lack of rigidity. His hair is long and dark and far-reaching, on jaw and scalp alike. Many muscles across his body, while somewhat hidden by the amassing of hairs, are atrophied and ache in their dispossession. + |
| Gael Crown + | In him lie telltale signs of a once warrior-made body, now fading and degrading with the languorous passage of time. Purely genetically gifted components make him broad of shoulder, his limbs down to their appendages thickened, and towards a burly predisposition. He's host to various scars here and there, some across his face; one across his jaw, the other opposite across the lips... but worse of all, like roots that spread from the low of one blackened and charred tree, scarified veins of black virulently rise out across his left cheek all seeking the center front of his face, but not quite reaching it. He's tall much like the members of his lineage, but far from the tallest. His height's deceivingly made shorter by an often slouching posture, it a lack of rigidity. His hair is long and dark and far-reaching, on jaw and scalp alike. Many muscles across his body, while somewhat hidden by the amassing of hairs, are atrophied and ache in their dispossession. + |
| Gage Grimshaw + | A messy mane of lengthy hair the color of grimy soot crowns the head of this young male with no apparent care for style. Almondine eyes, a crystalline baby blue hue, are narrowly-spaced between each other are perched over a gently-curved button nose. Highly-accentuated cheekbones frame his face and lead down into a strong jaw with a slight dimple set in his chin--all clean-shaven. A bullish, thick neck holds his head aloft with a pair of broad shoulders to fill out his figure. Sculpted arms that look to be hewn and carved from wood carry a litter of scars that run up the length of his forearms to his biceps. An expansive chest tapers down into a lean torso rippling with musculature and holding little fat. His legs are stacked with twisted cords of muscle that carry the brunt of his weight gracefully. {w({nis sitting here{w){n + |
| Gailin Fireviper + | Gailin is 6 foot 3 and about 250 pounds of toned muscle. His skin is a pale almost snow white and his eyes are ice blue, his hair blond. He dresses in typical earth tones of Stonewood fashion. He has a few scars on his chest that are visible just above the shirt next to his neck. He wears a trimmed Goatee on his face. Gailins arms also bare a few scars. + |
| Gailin Stonewood + | Gailin is 6 foot 3 and about 250 pounds of toned muscle. His skin is a pale almost snow white and his eyes are ice blue, his hair blond. He dresses in typical earth tones of Stonewood fashion. He has a few scars on his chest that are visible just above the shirt next to his neck. He wears a trimmed Goatee on his face. Gailins arms also bare a few scars. + |
| Gaius Whitehawk + | This man is of average size and build, which certainly does not detract from his looks. His sharp, bright blue eyes contrast his golden skin and the sanguine locks which frame his perfect jawline. His lithe movements betray a certain physical ease foreign to most intellectual brooders - every movement precise, no motion wasted. He dresses well and typically in slimming dark clothing. + |
| Galatea Pravus + | Elegance is the word that defines this woman. From the poise of her posture to the precision of her movements, she carries herself with a practiced, controlled surety. Stark white hair frames a milk-pale countenance, her vivid green eyes encased by halos of palest gold. Only the barest smattering of freckles beneath her eyes detracts from the uniform color of her skin. Standing quite tall indeed at around six feet, this is not a woman accustomed to looking up at people; her statuesque figure looms. That figure is curvaceous, abduntantly so, her bosom beyond ample. When she speaks, it is most often quietly: her voice is a deep, feminine murmur that has sometimes been compared to velvet. + |
| Galavan Vizier + | A physically imposing man with sculpted, seasoned features which would place him half a dozen years older than his actual age. His red-brown eyes frequently squint with scepticism and his stoic, expressions mean his cruel mouth rarely shifts. His shoulders are broad and his limbs are long, with a fairly impressive musculature that is often hidden by his priestly garb. He has a large, ugly burn on his back from a childhood accident. He walks proudly and allows his full weight to pound the floor, letting his heavy footsteps send a message of intimidation. + |
| Galen Thrax + | This is a tall handsome man, broad of shoulder and muscular. His features are fine and his moustache is a manly moustache, well cared for and kept trimmed as is only civilized. He carries himself with authority, his movements energetic and his steps sure. His voice is deep and sonorous and his hair thick and well-coiffed, and with his square, handsome jaw and his slow, handsome smile he looks very much as though he has stepped out of a portrait and into the world. + |
| Gareth Grayson + | Like the shade of a hero from the stories, Gareth is not the man he was born to be. Hints of that attractive glory still remain in the hard set of his jaw, the deep rich blue-violet of his eyes. His blonde hair is almost always kept shorn to stubble on his head, and his eyes are more cold, hard, and foreboding than filled with joy. He moves stiffly, his hard body showing the suffering he has gone through. An ugly, formless burn scar covers half of his face, like someone pressed it down onto a hot brazier for fun. Other scars from cuts, burns, and all manner of cruel torment criss cross his arms and shoulders, only a few faded into obscurity. There's a sharp intelligence in his features, however, and a force of will that keep him short of being a monster. + |
| Garnet Navegant + | Garnet is of average build, about 6' tall. His brown hair is always done in the current style, and never out of place. He carries himself with a joy of life that bleeds into his ever-present friendly smile, his grey eyes sparkling with warmth. A true fashionplate, Garnet's clothes are never out of style. + |
| Garret Navegant + | Garret is of average build, about 6' tall. His brown hair is always done in the current style, and never out of place. He carries himself with a joy of life that bleeds into his ever-present friendly smile, his grey eyes sparkling with warmth. A true fashionplate, Garnet's clothes are never out of style. + |
| Garza Crown + | Garza is, at a glance, your average orphaned crownsworn. Easy to lose in a crowd, blending in amongst the populace as just another of the unwashed masses. Risking a second look yields little more - dark brows over often narrowed eyes, a thin mouth shaded by dark scruff. He is of the height achieved by most commoners, and his body is on just this side of rangy muscularity. They say the third time's the charm, however, and those that piece of the veil of obscurity will be rewarded. Well, maybe. + |
| Gaspar Tessere + | Gaspar Velenosa struck a tall, lean figure with all of the obvious displays of strength, scarcely hidden by the fashionable clothes chosen for the day. Almost ever present was that cocksure smile along with a short mop of curly umber hair. Handsome, as are most of his station, but it's that countenance that draws the eye; that insatiable lust for life and all of its pleasures perpetually etched across his smile. Just below his right eye was a small, lateral scar from long ago. Perhaps the only 'blemish' on an otherwise seemingly markless expression. + |
| Gaspar Velenosa + | Gaspar Velenosa struck a tall, lean figure with all of the obvious displays of strength, scarcely hidden by the fashionable clothes chosen for the day. Almost ever present was that cocksure smile along with a short mop of curly umber hair. Handsome, as are most of his station, but it's that countenance that draws the eye; that insatiable lust for life and all of its pleasures perpetually etched across his smile. Just below his right eye was a small, lateral scar from long ago. Perhaps the only 'blemish' on an otherwise seemingly markless expression. + |
| Gaspard Blackram + | A mane of luxuriant raven hair crowns this giant of a man, tumbling mussed and wild over the bulk of his shoulders, chest, and back. Thick black lashes and heavy black brows lend to a serious gaze, but his azure eyes, their pupils ringed in liquid gold, gleam with the depth and clarity of twin jewels. The rest of his features are broad and chiseled--a pair of high, strong cheekbones, a bold nose with the barest upturn at the tip, and full pink lips defined in a generous bow. Around his mouth, over his cheeks and along his jawline is a shadow of dark scuff to contrast the weathered fairness of his complexion, a handful of freckles scattered here and there. At six-and-a-half feet, he exhibits a languid grace in motion, attuned to the nuances of his movement and body in the way of a veteran athlete. His robust frame, too, is a testament to years of combat, from the supple lines of his deeply sculpted musculature to the scars carved across his skin and the calluses that beset his hands. + |
| Gaston Blackram + | Gaston is a wolf in noble's clothing, trying with questionable success to present a convincing veneer of culture and refinement over a feral mien. If Gaston could be said to be handsome it owes more to the strength of his features, often resulting in him charitably being described as 'rough hewn'. His pale, wide malachite eyes are flecked with gold, his body and limbs wiry but corded with muscle, and his smiles attempting to be warm and reassuring often come across as sharp and offputting. If not for the austerely short manner in which he keeps his crows wing hair or the relatively aristocratic nose he might be thought of something altogether other. He is of tanned skin tone like so many of the Blackram, though his seems to be a shade paler than that of his kindred, and made all the more striking for what appears to be the slash of claw across his eyes and what appear to be long healed bite marks upon his hands. + |
| Gavin Reed + | Gavin is rather tall and lanky, not quite filling out an unexpected and aggressive growth spurt just yet. His hair is kept close-cropped and shines a fiery copper in the light. He has somewhat of a piercing gaze, with ice-blue eyes bordered by early crow's feet and pale eyebrows. A smattering of freckles is dashed across his sturdy nose, perched over thin lips and a young, but square chin with a dimple right in the center. He carries himself with an easygoing nature, and his gaze could be described as intent and curious at most times. + |
| Gavin Surname TBD + | Gavin is rather tall and lanky, not quite filling out an unexpected and aggressive growth spurt just yet. His hair is kept close-cropped and shines a fiery copper in the light. He has somewhat of a piercing gaze, with ice-blue eyes bordered by early crow's feet and pale eyebrows. A smattering of freckles is dashed across his sturdy nose, perched over thin lips and a young, but square chin with a dimple right in the center. He carries himself with an easygoing nature, and his gaze could be described as intent and curious at most times. + |
| Gawain Blanchard + | Black hair kept clipped short but for the artful fall of a long forelock into his eyes, Gawain cuts a figure whose real allure is his dynamism. His eyes are a vivid green like sun on the sea, beneath long eyelashes and fine, dark eyebrows. His lips are soft and full, his teeth white, his smiles swift and engaging. But while his whippet lean frame, angular good looks and expressive mouth are enough to draw the eye, it is his energy and athlete's grace that have the potential to rivet it. + |
| Gehenna Redreef + | Gehenna Redreef is a woman of average height and ample build. Physically, she looks to be as soft as a pillow, which often leaves people all the more unprepared for her sharp tone of voice. Gehenna speaks clearly and has worked hard to hone her voice into a powerful tool, capable of cutting down opponents or rousing crowds. Her olive complexion tans darker after just a little sun, and the brightness of her green eyes draws attention to her gaze. Her dark hair is wavy and often tied back away from her face. Her typical expression is a pleasant half-smile, that can easily be tilted the one way into a friendly grin, or the other way into an impudent smirk. + |
| Gelassen Whisper + | A vital, elegantly crafted man, Gelassen stands about six feet tall and carries himself with a reasoned, measured grace. One could almost believe the man never had that awkward period of adolescence, wherein a person's limbs are unruly and much longer than one thinks. No, Gelassen seems to have mastered the long lines of his frame, as well as the angles of his thoughtful mouth and the kindly crinkles at the corners of his eyes that just betray his age when he smiles. He keeps his golden brown curls cropped close, and two decisive slashes of brows frame bright blue eyes. Between them, a faint crease shows the man can be stern, when needed. + |
| Gemma Glass + | What this scrappy young woman lacks in height, she more than compensates for with boundless energy and a confident air that can make her seem taller than she really is. Just barely over five feet tall, she is nevertheless athletically focused with lean muscle and compact curves. Curious blue-green eyes are a vivid contrast against bold ruby red strands often left bouncing in loose curls. She is an overly expressive young woman prone to dramatic gesticulation when she speaks, which is as often as she can get away with. Mischievous smiles come easily to her, and are frequently emphasized by dimples that deeply indent her freckle dusted cheeks. + |
| Genevieve Waldenwyn + | Though trim of form and small in height, Genevieve's's slim-waisted body is athletically toned and is always held upright in a calm military posture. In similar fashion her face is young, delicately structured and feminine, but her resting expression is somewhat chilly. Relatively dusky against a canvas of healthy skin, her grey almond-shaped eyes observe the world with cool scrutiny. For the most part she opts for practicality by wearing her ash-brown hair secured in buns, braids or ponytails at the back of her head, but when she wears it loose it falls an inch or two past her shoulderblades in glassy-straight sheets. + |
| Genevra Artiglio + | Few would call Genevra Artiglio a fragile beauty, yet with her tall, powerful frame and chiseled features, there is something striking about this handsome woman. She is well-sculpted from meticulous training, yet leans toward a comfortable heft in the hips and thighs that seems to only make her more powerful in a fight. This is not a woman born to be swathed in silk, but a warrior to be clad in leather with a sword grasped in her hand. + |
| Georgine Dubois + | There is no doubt that this is a small woman. Barely hitting five feet tall, she possesses a daintily balletic figure that contributes to the 'feminine' frangibility she exudes. This is echoed, in turn, in the delicate features of her heart-shaped face. Under long, dark auburn eyelashes are almond-shaped eyes the shade of pale amethysts, the hue striking against the bright copper of her hair. Hers is the finespun beauty of a doll, perfect and pretty in her own way. + |
| Geraint Blackwood + | This man stands tall, with the bearing of one born to authority and rulership; his back straight, shoulders squared, rarely seen to slump or slouch. A wild thatch of dirty blonde hair tops his head, once-long locks shorn to a shorter style to more readily fit in with those he now deals with. The same hair spills down his jawline and cheeks, surrounding chin and mouth in a short beard and mustache that he refuses to shave. Though not bent of age, youth is in the past; lines creep around deep brown eyes and across his brow, the worry-lines of a leader. + |
| Gerald Wilkerson + | Though the years have left their mark on this man's features, he wears them with grace. Laugh lines crinkle at the corners of his gaze and his brow is a furrowed thing, but every inch reflects a life well-lived. Even so, he cares for himself and his grooming, brows kept trim, his beard cropped close, framing his face but not forming it. But it is eyes that reflect that inner spark, for their brilliance has not dimmed with age, like pools of still water on a summer's day. His form is wrought in the same manner, lean and sun-kissed from years and years of travel and hard living. There is something of a whipcord nature to him, like leather stretched too tightly across a drum. + |
| Geralt Crovane + | Standing at six feet, five inches in height and weighing in at three hundred pounds of what looks like pure muscle, this man is a brute, plain and simple. He's a man made of iron and grit, all broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms and legs, and in spite of his age, no outward signs of flab upon a body honed by years of spilling blood. Deep scars litter his flesh, silvery lines along skin toned off-white, pale with just a hint of sun tone. On his left arm, an aging tattoo of a snarling wolverine has been imprinted, the animal's vicious claws digging down the bulged muscle of his bicep. He has a rounded face, his chin and strong jaw covered in a beard that is generous but neat in appearance. Both the beard and the hair on the top of his head are chestnut brown in color with just a peppering of gray beginning to show, his head kept shaved close to the skin. He has thick brows, below which are deep set eyes of bistre. + |
| Gerard Dastrid + | Gerard stands an inch or two shorter than most men, but the easy confidence with which the man holds himself gives the impression that he stands taller than he actually is. He has the wiry, lean-muscled body of a gymnast, and the worn, scarred hands of a soldier. Light, studious brown eyes glint with equal mirth in times of peaceful happiness, or in the midst of a challenging swordfight, both seeming to bring equal enjoyment to the man's rugged, charming features. He wears his curly black hair long enough that an errant curl or two will peek out from underneath a helm, when worn. + |
| Gerrick Bradshaw + | Gerrick is a man who walks taller than he is. His sense of purpose lends him greater size, a bit of swagger. His hair is longish, swept back from his face, darker at the root and lightening to an almost golden brown at the ends. His skin is weathered from a life spent outdoors, what was likely once a uniform fair, is now a bit weathered, lightly redened at the tip of his nose, in the apples of his cheeks. He often wears several days worth of stubble, occasionally slipping into a light beard before on a whim shaving it all away. His smile, when used properly, is a dashingly charming thing. He's often filled with an intense energy that can be either engaging or offputting depending on the time and place. + |
| Gerry Taken + | Gerry isn't particularly tall. He has a lean and sinewy muscular build that tells a history of hard work and depravity, and his palms are full of callouses. His hair is brown, going gray but still thick. His eyes are a hue of flat green, and they're hard from seeing too many grim things. His features sport a tan from years of harsh direct sunlight, with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and at his mouth, and he sports a sometimes stubble, sometimes beard, but he's never perfectly clean shaven. + |
| Gertrude Grayhope + | Scrawny, pale-skinned and generally quite mousy-looking, this young woman isn't exactly the most imposing individual. Nicely put, she's built like a toothpick, her slightly slouchy posture not doing her any favours when it comes to her already unimpressive height. The most eye-catching feature of hers by far are her huge ears, sticking out through her messy black hair like a pair of pale, floppy head-sails, large enough to make one wonder how she keeps her balance on a windy day. Aside from these dishes, her oval, feminine face isn't too unusual looking, with prominent blue eyes with dark circles beneath them and a slightly upturned nose. + |
