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| Adrienne Pravus + | Austere, otherworldly, Adrienne does not have the sweet or sultry appeal that makes men fall in love with her. She is the saint cut in marble that they worship, an untouchable creature to a world in need of faith. Pale hair, long and wild when set free, flows away from her face. Her piercing eyes are too large for delicate features and of a gold so faint they nearly seem colorless. Graceful, Adrienne has a windswept quality to her movement. {w({nAdrienne, despite the tan from her weeks in the Saffron Chain, bears a sickly pallor, haunted shadows darkening her golden eyes.{w){n + |
| Adrienne Valardin + | Austere, otherworldly, Adrienne does not have the sweet or sultry appeal that makes men fall in love with her. She is the saint cut in marble that they worship, an untouchable creature to a world in need of faith. Pale hair, long and wild when set free, flows away from her face. Her piercing eyes are too large for delicate features and of a green so faint they nearly seem colorless. Graceful, Adrienne has a windswept quality to her movement. {w({nAdrienne wears her hair up and intricately braided.{w){n + |
| Aeden Grayhope + | A slender man in his mid to late twenties, Aeden is fair complected with even features under short, unruly black hair. Clean-shaven, there is a youthful vigor to him reflected in bright, light grey eyes and excitable demeanor. Signs of a life spent in pursuit of the ephemeral, he lacks the physical presence of knights or soldiers, instead more commonly touched by smudges of ink on fingers and clothes. + |
| Aedin Blackwood + | Light and slim, Aedin's petite height tends not to be evident right away. It could be in the long lines of her face, elongating the oval. The swan length of her neck poets have rightly celebrated, though rarely to her smiling, polite face. She is a study in shades of a northern day, her thick, wavy hair the colour of the sunshine dappling through stands of birch and beech. Braided strands form a fat plait wound-off halfway as her typical style, the loose ends curling halfway to her narrow waist. So too is the pristine clarity of her gaze evocative of the day sky, though not infused by particular warmth. Soft rose dawn graces her mouth, and her skin is not much brighter than the pearly glow of breaking daytime. She hasn't much weight or mass to her, and thus wears layers habitually. + |
| Aedric Blackshore + | Tall, like his brothers, and lean. He keeps his dark hair cut short and ensures his facial hair is always properly managed. He is known to adorn plate and chainmail during skirmishes on land or sea. In the eyes of a pirate, hurricane-force winds are preferable to boarding any vessel under the youthful Blackshore's employ. Cold, ruthless, relentless; few scoundrels are known to have escaped the man's wrath. To merchants and port authorities, Aedric is prompt, professional, law-abiding, and discrete. Those under his directly employ, whether they be marines or contracted sailors, admire his fearlessness, discipline, respect for the sea, and knowledge of sailing. If caught ashore, he is usually seen in garb that would signify him a simple commoner (e.g. leather boots, loose trousers, and a linen tunic). + |
| Aela Velenosa + | Aela's looks can be described as silver and gold. Her long hair falls loosely around her face and shine like golden threads in the breeze while her eyes emanate a piercing, almost translucent, silver. Faint rosy cheeks and lips bring life to her fair skin, softening her refined yet feminine features and accentuating her youth. + |
| Aelgar Navegant + | Deeply tanned, this athletic man is average in his height. Shoulder length brownish-blond hair is gathered back in a half ponytail behind his head to reveal a clear brow and angular features. That visage is centered around eyes like ocean skies and a proud nose, thin lips and a squared, thrusting chin. Weathered laugh lines nest eyes and mouth, visible clues to the good-natured humor that dominates his personality. Angular cheeks lead to a stubbled jawline, and then a sinewy neck that widens into sturdy shoulders supporting competent arms and clever hands. His build is firm and sturdy, with a broad chest and shoulders, and he bears the trim, balanced figure of the naturally active. + |
| Aelius Mercier + | A broad shouldered man in his late twenties, Aelius stands about 6'0" feet all, with a sandy blonde hair reaching up to the upper part of his neck. A pair of deep blue eyes gaze calmly away, matching with his aquiline nose and thin, rosy lips. This man has a strong square jaw, which contrast with the rest of his features. He is clad in a dark coloured, richly designed doublet which bears some golden adormens, being tied around his waist by a leather belt. A set of leather brown pants and black boots complete his outfit. + |
| Aella Ravenseye + | Lissome, and of proud bearing, Aella strikes a confident and capable figure. A true woman of the Northlands, she stands taller than many in a crowd. Her slender curves and lean muscle leave the impression that she could leap into action at any moment - whether on the deck of her ship or the dancefloor of a ballroom. At times, she is unmistakably Prodigal with thick, untamed waves of burnished copper hair cascading to mid-back - a few slim braids and raven feathers scattered throughout. At others, her expressive features are framed by carefully woven hairstyles that highlight the sparkle or storm of her gray-blue eyes and the fullness of her quick-to-smile lips. There is little in the way of unique identifying marks - no tattoos or prominent scars, but the careful observer may notice a symbol on the palm of her right hand. + |
| Aerandir Elensar + | Dull strands of black hair fall from the man's shoulders in ungroomed disarray, framing his lined face and neck in the manner of a lion's mane. An equally unkempt beard sprouts from his jawline in bristles, kept wholly untouched by any razor in recent memory. His hooked beak of a nose draws plain attention to the centre of a weather-beaten visage, set between a pair of lively grey eyes that may be considered his only redeeming facial trait against an otherwise marred canvas. Possessed of middling height and a broad build, his stocky physique lends itself well to his martial trade, leaning on the heavier side; it comes as no surprise that he boasts thick limbs and an expansive chest, stretching the leather restraints of his armour to their very last notches. + |
| Aerwan Valardin + | In more than a cursory inspection, it would be obvious to most that Aerwan was not a career knight despite some degree of relative physical fitness. He bears neither the predatory grace nor the imposing stature that most seasoned warriors seem inclined to inherit, and his complexion lacks both the tanning or scarring common to one whose pursuits are most often made in the training yard. An almost perpetually unruly mop of raven black locks grows thick from his pate, a noisy framing of a rectangular visage comprised of squared jaw into a rounded chin, given breadth by wide lips and thick brows. Perhaps the most notable of his features would be vivid blue eyes, their exact hue seeming to shift depending on how light catches them. + |
| Aerwyna Froic + | Relatively plump, the female has a healthy figure. She stands at 6' and though of a larger frame, has some muscle definition to her. Her complexion is dusky and smooth and her hair is curly and fluffy. Her light-brown eyes peer out from a rounded face above a button nose and full lips and her chin bears a dimple. When she speaks, her voice carries a husky tone. + |
| Aery Ashford + | This is a young woman standing at roughly 5'5" tall with a rather shy demeanor in her general body language. Wild, fiery red hair covers her pale-skinned face, partly hiding her green eyes and upper half of her face. She's generally not very well taken care of, but at least lacks any kind of scarring or other blemishes. The remainder of her body is slender, gaunt to the point where one wouldn't be sure if it's natural or a lack of food. + |
| Aeryn Laurent + | Aeryn is a strikingly prurient figure, a paragon of feminine beauty with a perfect hourglass figure and a build balanced between athletic and curvacious. She seems young; perhaps just having come of age if one had to hazard a guess, as there are no wrinkles, freckles, nor lines upon her face to betray any definite age. She seems fragile like a porcelain doll with alabaster skin and eyes that ring with wide-eyed innocence. Her bearing is noble, but not assertively so and she carries with her a very amiable aura. When speaking, this mirrors in her dulcet, honeyed voice whose tone is melodic and bordering on sing-song. Her smooth pale skin betrays a lack of time in the sun, and she speaks with an Oathlands slight accent. It's creamy to the touch and bears no scars, tattoos, or other defining characteristic. Her long and painstakingly cared-for ruby hair is almost always left down and falls to her elbows in loose, bouncy waves, framing her exquisite face with side-swept asymmetrical bangs. This face in turn is characterized by two key features: Her large, limpid crystalline eyes and full cherub lips that never run short of smiles. + |
| Aethan Kennex + | With an austere courage and a placid demeanor that almost never forsake him, Aethan has a noble countenance that is enhanced by a generally well-trimmed beard, and short brown hair that is neatly kept. His tanned face is lined by care, more frowns than smiles, and a profound melancholy has dimmed his blue eyes almost to gray. + |
| Agatha Redrain + | A solid wall of corded muscle and fierce strength, Agatha dominates rooms merely by entering them. Her martial stride, broad shoulders and lofty height make her impossible to miss, and the waves of her richly auburn hair make of her not just a giant but a fire giant, sparking with energy and life. The visible strength of her muscular arms suggest that she'd as soon dead hang as stand straight. Her eyes shine brilliant blue as a summer sky, framed by pale reddish lashes, and snap with intensity or sparkle with humor. It's easy to read her face: strong jaw, bold cheekbones, a profusion of freckles dusting skin too weathered a fair to be creamy or pale. + |
| Agnarr + | Nothing about this northern-blooded fellow indicates his growth is not a natural one : Agnarr's physique is broad, but not overdeveloped, with strong thews and symmetrical proportions. Standing above six and a half feet, and typically augmented by a helm and thick boots, his bearing is difficult not to notice. His face isn't quite as attention-catching; his straight nose bears a notch of a scar, his jaw juts slightly, but otherwise his mien is long and solemn, save for his pale eyes that tend far more towards grays rather than blues in the light. His crown is dusted with neatly-trimmed locks of an unremarkable blond, but his equally-groomed beard veers more towards the reds of hair color. Overall, he maintains a well-kept appearance, with his nails filed regularly, his teeth picked free of leftovers, his battle-scars kept covered more often than not, presenting an image of stalwart health - or alternatively, a form of advertisment for the trade he plies. + |
| Agnarr Frost + | Nothing about this northern-blooded fellow indicates his growth is not a natural one : Agnarr's physique is broad, but not overdeveloped, with strong thews and symmetrical proportions. Standing above six and a half feet, and typically augmented by a helm and thick boots, his bearing is difficult not to notice. His face isn't quite as attention-catching; his straight nose bears a notch of a scar, his jaw juts slightly, but otherwise his mien is long and solemn, save for his pale eyes that tend far more towards grays rather than blues in the light. His crown is dusted with neatly-trimmed locks of an unremarkable blond, but his equally-groomed beard veers more towards the reds of hair color. Overall, he maintains a well-kept appearance, with his nails filed regularly, his teeth picked free of leftovers, his battle-scars kept covered more often than not, presenting an image of stalwart health - or alternatively, a form of advertisment for the trade he plies. {w({nHe's got a few plaits woven into his beard in a northern fashion.{w){n + |
| Agostino Alonso + | Somewhat on the tall side, Agostino has a lean build that lends itself to quick, even graceful movement, and his tanned skin suggests a fair amount of time spent outdoors. High but subtle cheekbones and a slightly pointed nose make for a handsome face, with dark brown eyes that are often intense, whether it is with mirth or focus on some task or another. His jaw and chin are often covered in a beard, though he typically keeps this trimmed and groomed to match the dark, shoulder-length hair on his head that never seems quite as well-tamed as he might hope for. His manner of dress tends toward functional over stylish most of the time, as one might expect from one of his humble roots, though he is not averse to dressing up should work or other escapades take him somewhere that it seems suitable to do so. + |
| Agric Leary + | Combed, pitch black hair covers this man's head in a consistently clean and well groomed state. Pair this with a smooth, shaved face and a crisp, focused demeanor gives clear evidence that Agric is a man who favors practicality and detail. Plump, full lips draw the most attention to his face, often enough to distract those who listen to him when he does speak. The attention those lips demand is offset by those bright green eyes of his, which are inadvertantly seductive with a meer glance. + |
| Ahmar Nightgold + | Ahmar is a bit above average height and somewhat slight of build considering his occupation. He isn't big but he is strong considering his size, well toned muscle to account for his above average strength, but lean enough to be quite agile even when fully armored up. His dark brown hair is a wild mess of curls growing mostly up and out rather than down. His beard matching in color, but not wildness. He is somewhat pale and his face usually looks like a man who doesn't sleep that much, his eyes usually with some darkness under them. He is of standard nobility good looks, but he does a good job of hiding it with his somewhat scruffy wild appearance. + |
| Ahriman Grayson + | Ahriman Grayson is a pale figure that stands six feet tall. He appears to be in his late forties and he keeps his beard and hair long.vvThe dark strands are well cared for and add an almost stern countenance to his visage. His body is thin and a little gaunt but his frame suggests he was once more able and muscular; his body was clearly very able to support a more athletic and mobile build once upon a time. The man's movements come with a limp and he keeps most of his body covered save his face. He often wears high collars and other fashionable choices that hide his neckline from view. He strikes an imposing and authoritarian figure when he wants to do so. + |
| Ahrsen Damane + | Just over 6'6 and built something like a pit fighter. He has the good looks to go with it too, a firm jaw and a short length beard to give him that 'wild and rough' look. Long brown hair with lighter streaks falls around his face and well past his shoulders, it's wild and tangled as if he just got out off of a fast sailing vessel. He looks every bit the part of a bad boy, a half smile that always seems to be on his lips, almost a smirk as if everything is amusing to him. His dark blue eyes gaze hungrily around him, intense and soulful. + |
| Ahven Granger + | In another life, Ahven might have been a noted beauty. There's a smokey quality to her liquid dark eyes, thickly lashed and framed by dark brows. She has a gamine build, lissome and graceful, and the lush curve of her bowed lips is stained by the blush of youth. In this life, however, those delicate lips part for a hellion's grin, and her dark eyes are bright with challenge. There's startling power in her frame: strong calves, powerful thighs, and the kinds of arms and shoulders that have made challengers rethink their duels. She's nearly as quick on her feet as she is with her tongue, and this saves her from most of the troubles that her tongue earns her. + |
| Aibek Grayson + | Aibek is a bit shorter than most at 5'8", but his regal bearing and graceful gait have him looking just a hair taller. His frame is lithe with just enough visibile definition to betray that he isn't as lazy and carefree as his demeanor portrays. Aibek's hair is always cropped close, and his face clean shaven to reveal more of his youthful visage. + |
| Aiden Grayson + | While this man boasts a rangy build that stands him to 6'1" tall, it's the incredibly light gray eyes creating a dynamic contrast against his light mocha complexion which steals the show. These gray eyes are tucked underneath thick brows and set above prominent cheek bones that soften downward into leveled cheeks and an angular jawline, face being tipped at the end with a jutting round chin. Aiden's expression is often intense and focused. When he smiles it lights up his face and makes him appear boyish that a lack of facial hair adds to. As for hair, it is black with spiraled tips turning a shade of chestnut as it hangs around in a riot of springy curls that are often home to feathers or bits of down. He doesn't have a particularly muscular build but neither is he overtly skinny. He has the build of one who spends time outdoors, but does not devote his life to physical training. His hands and arms are home to a lattice work of scars from avian talons. + |
| Aiden Rubino-zaffria + | While this man boasts a rangy build that stands him to 6'1" tall, it's the incredibly light gray eyes creating a dynamic contrast against his light mocha complexion which steals the show. These gray eyes are tucked underneath thick brows and set above prominent cheek bones that soften downward into leveled cheeks and an angular jawline, face being tipped at the end with a jutting round chin. Aiden's expression is often intense and focused. When he smiles it lights up his face and makes him appear boyish that a lack of facial hair adds to. As for hair, it is black with spiraled tips turning a shade of chestnut as it hangs around in a riot of springy curls that are often home to feathers or bits of down. He doesn't have a particularly muscular build but neither is he overtly skinny. He has the build of one who spends time outdoors, but does not devote his life to physical training. His hands and arms are home to a lattice work of scars from avian talons. {w({nAiden's hair is braided in rows and tied up in a bun.{w){n + |
| Ailith Ethere + | Sweet faced with eyes full of fervor, Ailith seems a dichotomy unto herself. Taller than many men, with a strong build, she has the look of a warrior, but the face of a sweet lady, with large bright blue eyes that see the world in wonder and faith. Her bow mouth often smiles serenely, lighting up her face, until a fury comes upon her that can cause the staunchest warrior to be taken aback. When speaking normally, her voice is soft, melodic in a way that inspires peace, and then booms like a cacophony of holy trumpets when she proclaims with divine inspiration. She puts forth a confident aura when others are around, but if you can catch a glimpse of her alone, she might be staring up at the grandeur of Arx, looking small, and overwhelmed. + |
| Ailys Grayson + | Ailys stands tall for a woman, with a slender frame and relaxed bearing. Her midnight hair often is held back in a braid, but when it is "down" it is a riot of spring black curls that grow as much up as down her shoulders. Ailys's skin is a smooth light brown with an even complexion. Her eyes are a soft dove gray color, framed by thick black lashes; large and expressive with an earnest, sometimes solemn look to them. Her mouth is wide and her smiles bright, showing off perfect teeth that contrast well against her dark hair and dusky skin. Ailys carries herself with poise and grace, but also a measure of intent curiosity thinly veiled by propriety. + |
| Aindre Grayson + | Height is the least measure of a man but Aindre Grayson rises high regardless, rounding out at six feet tall. There is a broadness of shoulders and thickness of arms that implies strength over quickness but despite that he moves with a surprising ease of grace. The stormy blue-silver of his eyes creates a striking contrast against the smooth light brown of his skintone, making them one of the man's more notable features. They're surrounded by thick brows and prominent cheekbones that both help to lend a noble bearing to his face. A strong jawline which rarely is allowed to forego a clean shave cradles generous lips well-suited to the large and earnest smiles he's capable of whenever they're not pursed in serious thought or dedicated to looking disappointed in someone. If let go, his thick black hair would be capable of riots and for that reason he keeps it cut close and respectably shaped to match the rest of his meticulous grooming. + |
| Aine Halfshav + | A war between her Southern and Northern roots wages on Aine Halfshav's features, each winning their own battle in a precariously pleasing way. Her hair is a brown with tinted red tresses when the light hits it, holding soft curls to frame her strong jaw and cheekbones. Her eyebrows are wild and thick, over almondine eyes of deep, dark brown. Her nose is a petite, short button over a perfect cupid's bow of a mouth. Her limbs are lean and supple, but hold very little muscle. + |
| Ainsley Grayson + | Around six foot tall, with light brown skin and gray eyes Ainsley Grayson holds himself with a Knightly bearing. His black hair is often shaved shorn and cropped close to his skull. A hint of stubble there on occasion. His form is athletic and lean; full of muscle without being bulky or too broad. + |
| Aisha Inverno + | Delicacy describes Aisha quiet perfectly. From the subtle waves of her strawberry blonde hair to the way she carries herself. Though her posture and movements have a regal bearing to it, there is something about her that makes her seem as if the wind can blow her away. The graceful movements of her porcelain hued body adds to the feeling of her being fragile and noble. When getting a chance to look into the abyss of her dark eyes there is a kind fierceness to them. Though a whimsical woman Aisha clearly gives off the aura and impression of being on track for her life. + |
| Aislin Ashford + | Tall, svelte and possessed of an elegant bearing, Lady Aislin Ashford is a striking woman. Emerald green eyes are bright with intelligence and curiosity. Rimmed with dark, long lashes and smokey kohl being her only attempts at wearing makeup. Her hair is a platinum color, so blonde it is white. Usually worn in a loose bun or pulled back out of necessity. Revealing a light smattering of pale freckles across her nose and a scar down her left cheek that lends her a rugged credibility to a life well traveled and frought with dangers. Perhaps for it, she is slow to genuinely smile at times. When she does it is hard to deny she is a stubborn beauty. Walking with a purposeful grace, carried by an innate confidence of someone who has traveled to places near and far, safe and dangerous, living to tell the tales about it all. + |
| Ajax Tyde + | Standing of a tall height, this adult man possess a body that appears to be accustomed to a hard days work and play. His shoulders are certainly bulky as he moves with economic footsteps to make himself seem taller then he is. His head is clearly shaved, however not to the point of balding as the top of his head is cropped with a thin black hair that draps down to his forehead, lined slightly with age and show two prominent eyebrows. Underneath those thick brows are two eyes that are light brown in color giving many of his expressions perhaps a gentler feel. A pronounced nose helps shape his square face as well as even lips that lead down to a clef chin that is covered in a thin stubble. Leading down from his face, his neck is thick and bulky as expected of someone his size and mass. A thick vein can be seen from its left side whenever he is under physical and mental duress. + |
| Akamos Cyrto'ani + | Maybe a touch above six feet in height and broad shouldered, this man cuts an imposing figure, his long dark hair falling past his shoulders, either loose and wavy or secured in a long braid down his back. His tanned and weathered skin indicates a lifetime exposed to the sun, sea and wind. He holds himself with confidence and perhaps just a touch of bluster and smiles come easy to him. + |
| Akio Nagamine + | The long, silken strands of onyx black hair fall in straight lines down to mid-back, cut neatly but in a way that offers no hints to this person's gender. Nor does the face help solve that puzzle, with smooth skin, a delicately defined jaw, and medium cheekbones. Black brows arc over brown eyes and his nose bears the bump of having been broken once. The figure is ethereal, given to slender fingers and long, almot dainty limbs. + |
| Aksel Nygard + | Broad of shoulder and long of limb, Aksel bears a physique of pronounced musculature and sinew made for violence, his every movement purposeful and precise as though to conserve energy for the perfect strike. A chiseled jaw shrouded in a well-trimmed beard, and mussed dark hair that beckons a lady's fingers, his is a strikingly handsome visage, marred only by the slice of a scar that goes across his left cheek. Gold-flecked green eyes often betray their emotion within, whether it be frightening moments of fury or a boyish zeal for the simple pleasures of Northern life. And when he smiles, a lady must truly beware its roguish charm lest they find their hearts stolen. + |
| Alantir Valardin + | The man is tall, thin, and built like an athlete trained to sprint. Chin and cheekbones are concealed beneath a well-kempt beard. Features have been weathered by countless campaigns and skirmishes, but soften frequently when in the presence of close associates or blood. A passerby would describe him as ruggedly handsome. No matter his company, he is seldom seen without meticulously maintained platemail and longsword. + |
| Alaric Grayson + | With his golden hair and strong-jawed, attractive features typical of the male line of descent from Queen Alarice the Great, King Alaric the Fourth looks every inch the classic Grayson monarch. Vibrant in a way that makes him seem taller than his six feet of height, he has not a single ounce of fat on his toned and impressive frame. Since the days of the King's Rest, subtle changes mark his passage through that terrible trial; he's cut his hair down to a more mature yet still stylishly moppy length, and he now effortlessly possesses a sober and regal bearing that commands a room. Yet in his less guarded moments, hints of the frivolity of his younger days still shine through: his easy, infectious smile, the twinkle in his eye when he makes a playfully subtle joke. + |
| Alarie Harall + | Alarie is a slender woman, only reaching a little over five feet. Her movements are graceful, willowy in appearance. Her skin is a flawless ivory tone which is contrasted by the dark raven hues of her curly hair. Her most striking feature would be her eyes. They are a crisp ice blue and seem to nearly always be twinkling with some sort of mischief. + |
| Alarissa Thrax + | Alarissa's glittering beauty and practiced regality speak of high blood and an even higher opinion of herself. Her silk-shiny hair has the same colour and luster that one could counter as champagne in shade, and with a great deal of care and labour, it's been spun into a careful waves that when left loose flatter a heart-shaped face or done up in elaborate styles. Rosebud lips and a thin nose are flattered by wide and expressive night-blue eyes; indeed, her fine features and porcelain complexion make a comparison to a doll an easy one though over the last few years has brought smile lines and faint crows feet. A sylphide frame curves prettily and she has a tendency to sway as she walks, but she carries herself these days with something of a quiet and reserved air. The winter of 1011, she lost her left arm from below the bicep, and a false one of varying styles, is often seen. + |
| Alarissa Valardin + | Alarissa's glittering beauty and practiced regality speak of high blood and an even higher opinion of herself. Her silk-shiny hair has the same colour and lustre that one could counter as chestnut in shade, and with a great deal of care and labour, it's been spun into a careful waves that when left loose flatter a heart-shaped face or done up in elaborate styles. Rosebud lips and a thin nose are flattered by wide and expressive night-blue eyes; indeed, her fine features and porcelain complexion make a comparison to a doll an easy one. A sylphide frame curves prettily, her long limbs have a tendency to sway as she walks, but she tends to carry herself these days with something of a reserved air. Perhaps the Valardin Dragon's fire has tempered something of her polished Grayson steel after all. + |
| Alayne Frost + | The first thing that comes to mind upon sighting Alayne is her height. She's a slender creature, spindly of limbs and long-fingered when it comes to the spinnerets for digits upon each hand. What could've once been a robust physique long perished beneath long periods of starvation and improper eating, as well as the many trials and tribulations of the open road when in pursue of her trade, amongst peasants and commonfolk. Her face, depending on whom one may ask, seems possessed by a modicum of finesse, and ethereal perspectives. An upturned, thin nose; a pair of crusty, dried lips fused to the same skin tone of her ghostly pale hue, and one could easily assume that once there was comeliness to be found in her. The road, however; the nature of her craft, and many sleepless nights had saddled her eyes with black bags beneath them, her demeanor with an inherent disassociation to those around her, and her every motion vestigial, nostalgic. + |
| Alban Farshaw + | Tall and darkly handsome, Alban cuts an attractive figure. He's broad-shouldered with the lithe muscular build of a duelist. Graceful in all his movements he still comes across as excellently fit. His black hair is kept short but there's a slight curl to it when he allows it to grow longer. His eyes are blue so dark they are almost black. There is a certain calmness to him. He rarely expresses anything with wide expressiveness, a certain serenity to his features almost at all times. + |
| Alberic Laveer + | %TStanding approximately six feet and three inches tall, Alberic is an individual defined by duality. Though his soft features make him appear easy-going and approachable, he has spent his life in between the commoners and the nobility of the realm. He is often stoic, especially around people of importance, though a smile can break through around those who know him. His clear blue eyes are careful and searching, always studying what is before him in detail. His skin is pale, despite a muscular and dextrous build shaped by years in Naval Service. %TWhat Alberic happens to be wearing depends entirely on his company. Most often he is found in uniform, proudly kept and maintained. It isn't unlikely for him to be found wearing attire suitable enough to be seen in at Court, awaiting an audience to report on his responsibilities or duties, but he is just that: an Admiral reporting to Lords and Ladies. + |
| Aldwin Aurum + | Though he walks with a slightly stooped posture, and moves with the slow, deliberate gait of the elderly, Aldwin's presence defies age or era. His stark white hair hangs a little longer than is fashionable for the youthful, and he keeps his beard neat, but lengthy, as a badge of office for his many years. His sharp blue eyes sparkle with good humor and a keen intellect above a mouth that never ceases to have at least a hint of a smile. While one would not call him the pinnacle of warrior health, the old man doesn't quite have the frailty of most that live as long as he has, seeming simply to take his time with his movements, rather than awkwardly shuffling about. + |
| Aldwulf Unknown + | Aldwulf is a mildly handsome man with what appears to be an appearance at constant conflict between refined and rugged. A dark brown mane of unkempt hair compliments a meticulously trimmed, razored, and plucked short-boxed beard. Full lips look ready to either sneer or grin lopsidedly. Lithe and lightly tanned, Aldwulf does appear that he likes to stick the outdoors when possible, but sharp and intelligent light brown eyes give the impression of a bookish nature. This, in turn, is further brought into conflict by his seemingly almost nervous energy, constantly in motion. He is an animated individual, speaking with his hands and further body language more often than not. He is the type who stands out at a bar, slamming his hand on tables, bellowing out laughter and not fully understanding what an inside voice is when he's had a few ales. + |
| Alecstazi Halfshav + | There is a marked intensity about this man. Tangible in the air around him, coiled and primed to strike. And yet. His is a tall frame, standing well above the average height, and well muscled, he carries himself with pride, determination and a touch of arrogance. Black hair is dark enough to hold a bluish sheen in the light, clipped short on the back and sides, but long enough to be swept back in the front, or to occasionally fall into his eyes. Thick black lashes frame eyes that cannot decide on a hue. Pale and blue as a washed out summer sky from one angle, from another, the visceral blue of northern ice. His face is handsome, angular cheekbones, a strong jaw that tapers to an almost paradoxically delicate point. His nose is a touch too large for his face, and his brows are often the most expressive thing about him. His mouth is wide and prone to sly half-smiles that only accentuate its width. + |
