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| 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. + |
| Alecstazi Thrax + | 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. + |
| Alecto Charon + | Lord Alecto gets much of his daily exercise from casual turns about the gardens or sudden sprints between offices. Although his posture is nothing to write home about from long hours spent hunched over a desk, he manages to still be mindful of his appearance without succumbing to an excess of vanity. His skin is a clean liquid brown and his hair is thick, growing atop his head in tight coils the color of a raven's plumage. + |
| Alejandro Rossetti + | Tall, quiet, and unimposing. Alejandro frequently seems to linger in the background. He is a handsome man with the touch of youth in his smoldering dark eyes. Dark hair is kept a touch long and seems to get in his face, casting shadows over bronzed skin while glancing down to play his beloved guitar. His kind, soulful eyes are met with a thin, straight nose that sits perfectly upon his face. A thin moustache is matched with a touch of scruff on his chin that can't quite be called a goatee. Broad shoulders slope slightly as he if might want to make himself disappear but it is sometimes difficult not to notice him there as hard as he might try. It is the unspoken intensity he gets, especially when playing his guitar, that makes the man more than curious; perhaps it makes him a touch dangerous. Or perhaps he just enjoys playing his guitar. + |
| Aleksei Morgan + | The brightness of fair skin and clear blue eyes provide an air of youthful energy that seems to highlight and encapsulate Aleksei's spirit. The straight slope of his nose suggests he hasn't had it broken nearly as often as he deserves, and he has lips well-suited to smiling which are generous in their frequent curves. His gaze remains eloquent when his wits fail; fringed with black eyelashes, set beneath dark eyebrows, his bright blue eyes are expressive and lively. Their suggestion of energy is echoed in the rumpled tousle of short, dark hair and the coiled strength of his body. His air is one of poised grace and easy athleticism that has come from a lifetime of physicality. While he sports fewer visible scars than his appearance of martial competence might suggest, there is a small but clear line, white-pink and slightly sunken, across the hollow of his left cheek, partially obscured by the close crop of a well-trimmed full beard across his jaw + |
| Alessan Fidante + | Alessan has short black hair that is greying at the temples, and while his bronzed complexion is still rather smooth there are signs of aging around his shining brown eyes, the wrinkles becoming much more pronounced whenever he smiles. He also sports the short beginnings of a beard, grey hairs making themselves known on the chin. + |
| Alessandro Velenosa + | Strong bone structure and the lean lines of Alessandro's features combine for an impression of sharp elegance. His cheekbones can probably not actually cut diamond, but it could be a near thing. His eyes are pale and clear, of startling focus and intensity, beneath high-arched, thick, dark eyebrows. Their pale clarity is contrasted with the warm tone of his skin, dotted by occasional freckles. The dark waves of his hair are such a dark brown that they are nearly black, but in direct sunlight glint with deep mahogany highlight. Tall, lean as a rake, and impeccably dressed, Alessandro's looks are dynamic; at rest, features that might be ill-fitted are given an arresting allure by his personal vitality. + |
| Alessia Mazetti + | Lustrous, dark brown hair cascading in waves frames a face which possess eyes that gleam like that of a serpent. It's not hard to imagine how prey feels when trapped within their beguiling gaze, beneath long lashes and perfectly shaped brows. Her smooth skin is often a sun-kissed bronze with a rosy tint owed to many years growing up under the Ostrian sun. Her frame is supple, and she moves with a near effortless feminine grace. Alessia is indeed lovely to behold, but it's clear that to get too close is not without its danger. It is, as no few men have said, only too easy to lose oneself to her wiles and the curve of her lips when she smiles. + |
| Alessio Moretti + | A ruggedly handsome man standing roughly six feet tall, with slightly broad shoulders and a well defined build that speaks of plenty of manual labour over the years. Alessios thick, black hair is shaved short on either side and the hair on the top pulled into three long braids that runs back and connects just above the nape of his neck and continues down to end just above the small of his back. The thick full beard covering his angular jaw is kept short and is always well trimmed and groomed. Hazel eyes with large flecks of green set under thin but defined brows always seem to take in every detail around him with a calm and calculating curiousness and a rather large, hawkish nose lends an air of regality and authority to his appearance. + |
| Alexander Wyrmfang + | Alexander fills out his 6' frame well. He wears the long, elegant muscle that's come to him through years of intensive weapon training as if he was born to it. His core and arms are peppered with occasional scars, both old and new, which stand out along his pale flesh. His bright, cerulean eyes are often described as intense, and his nearly white, platinum blonde hair makes them seem all the more striking. He moves with grace and fluidity, and is overall described as a handsome, if very serious, young man. + |
| Alexandre Redtyde + | Tall and handsome, Alexandre is both a typical specimen of Wyrmguard, and yet differs on key aspects. Slim rather than large, his is a more elegant strength than brute force. Light on his feet with easy poise, he seems to have been made for the armors and outfits of Blancbier style, further reinforcing the graceful and athletic allure of the man. Fair of skin, his hair is fairer yet, a pale platinum akin to the white gold of his youngest sister, reaching his back and contrasted by the darkness of his eyes. Indeed, at first glance, they are black, and only through the right perspective are the iris and pupil seperated, the former a very dark shade of blue akin to the midnight sky, rather than the full purity of absent light. Still, while the effect might be disquietening, they exhibit little malice. There is warmth in his gaze, a kindness that rarely fades, retreating only when the focus of battle is upon him, and mercy been hardened into unyielding shield. + |
| Alexandre Wyrmguard + | Tall and handsome, Alexandre is both a typical specimen of Wyrmguard, and yet differs on key aspects. Slim rather than large, his is a more elegant strength than brute force. Light on his feet with easy poise, he seems to have been made for the armors and outfits of Blancbier style, further reinforcing the graceful and athletic allure of the man. Fair of skin, his hair is fairer yet, a pale platinum akin to the white gold of his youngest sister, kept to shoulder length and contrasted by the darkness of his eyes. Indeed, at first glance, they are black, and only through the right perspective are the iris and pupil seperated, the former a very dark shade of blue akin to the midnight sky, rather than the full purity of absent light. Still, while the effect might be disquietening, they exhibit little malice. There is warmth in his gaze, a kindness that rarely fades, retreating only when the focus of battle is upon him, and mercy been hardened into unyielding shield. + |
| Alexandros Dawnbringer + | Alexandros would be an extraordinarily handsome man; with his sun-streaked blonde hair, his healthily tanned skin, it's just he carries himself in an extremely offputting way. His piercing blue eyes are almost always clouded with fear, and seem to stare right through people as though they weren't even there. He's long, lithe, and solidly built, but always seems tense and rigid at the best of times. + |
| Alexio Donatti + | A mop of curly brown hair falls from atop this man's head in a messy sort of tousle, falling to near his jawline in length. A tanned complexion graces his features, complimenting high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline, as well as contrasting strikingly with the piercing blue eyes that rest beneath two dark brows. A neat and manicured beard graces his face, lending a sophistication to his bearing. Built solidly, the man stands only a mere 5'9. He is slender, with the build of a runner. And is typically clad in a quality grade of tailored attire, rather than shoddy rags or armor. + |
| Alexis Wyrmfang + | Alexis has, for most of her existence, been called 'cute'. Close-cropped blonde hair couple with bright eyes in pale grey, and fair skin offset pink lips that easily edge upwards into shy smiles. All of which makes the charge hard to refute. Her body is impressively muscled and she moves with an easy grace and an abundance of energy. Barely hitting 5' 2'', she's compact with feminine curvature to her frame. + |
| Alfio Donatti + | A beast of a man stands tall and well-built. His bronzed skin speaks of his days spent under the southern sun, as well as the hours dedicated to his task at the forge. His callused and slightly burnt hands echo such a tale. His dark brown hair is often pulled back into a ponytail. His face is framed by a thick but well-tended beard. + |
| Alheri Deepwood + | Alheri Deepwood stands at a fairly average height, at 5'6'' and with a thick and curvy body. She carries herself with a careful touch, her every movement an economy in motion - until she gets excited, or worked up. This is not as rare as one might think. When so animated, Alheri is expressive in both her face and body, from bright smiles to deep, expressive frowns. She frequently wears her hair in thick plaits or braided twists, or just loose and curled, and she favours presenting a cohesive look - a schooled look. Perhaps even a perfect look. + |
| Alina Redreef + | Alina's face is oval and is framed by long, black hair that cascades down around her shoulders in lustrous waves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue. Unfortunately, that is where the potential compliments end. The woman's height is rendered uncanny by her gaunt frame; her skin has an unhealthy pallor. The sapphire of her eyes is marred by the sunken shadows that so frequently surround them, and her lips are thin and narrow. + |
| Alis Valardin + | Shorter than most, with a compact and curvy frame, Alis is not an intimidating figure at first glance save for the boundless determination often set on her still-young countenance. Her once soft features have matured into a more athletic mien, but the remnants of less stressful times still make her look younger than she is. Her white hair of the most noble bloodlines of House Valardin is usually held up by some type of hair piece, or twisted into an informal top knot to keep out of the way. And despite her frequent boldly determined visage, her youth and appearance still make it all too easy for many to dismiss her at a glance. At least, until she turns the vivid green of her eyes onto someone who has caused her displeasure. + |
| Alise Farshaw + | Alise is a short young Lady, and has long blonde hair. Exposure to the sun has helped bleach carmel colored hair to honey and amber hues as well. She has a mischief filled smile and bright cerulean eyes. Her limbs are corded with lean toned muscle and she is just soft enough to help round out feminine curves. {w({nHer hair is done up in a messy bun.{w){n + |
| Alistair + | The young Inquisitor with an old soul and old mind, Alistair has a strength to him that comes from the hardest of lives. He doesn't have the bulk of a knight, or the lithe grace of an athlete. His is the strength that comes from life in the wilderness, practical and innate. His dark, intense eyes seem cold to the unfamiliar, but never cruel for cruelty's sake. He keeps his dark hair cut short, close to his head, never allowing it to grow more than a shadow. His beard is kept extremely neat and accentuates the sharp lines of his strangely handsome face. When he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with such intensity he can cow the most rowdy mob. + |
| Alistair Crown + | The young Inquisitor with an old soul and old mind, Alistair has a strength to him that comes from the hardest of lives. He doesn't have the bulk of a knight, or the lithe grace of an athlete. His is the strength that comes from life in the wilderness, practical and innate. His dark, intense eyes seem cold to the unfamiliar, but never cruel for cruelty's sake. He keeps his dark hair cut short, close to his head, never allowing it to grow more than a shadow. His beard is kept extremely neat and accentuates the sharp lines of his strangely handsome face. When he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with such intensity he can cow the most rowdy mob. + |
| Alistair Masque + | The young Inquisitor with an old soul and old mind, Alistair has a strength to him that comes from the hardest of lives. He doesn't have the bulk of a knight, or the lithe grace of an athlete. His is the strength that comes from life in the wilderness, practical and innate. His dark, intense eyes seem cold to the unfamiliar, but never cruel for cruelty's sake. He keeps his dark hair cut short, close to his head, never allowing it to grow more than a shadow. His beard is kept extremely neat and accentuates the sharp lines of his strangely handsome face. When he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with such intensity he can cow the most rowdy mob. + |
| Allegra Pravus + | Bright blue eyes gleam with unmistakable cunning as one finds Allegra Pravus' gaze. Belonging to someone who commands an ever-busy mind, they reveal someone capable of flowing through the narrowest of cracks to come out on the outside of any cage, find her way out of any bad spot. Lush lips are quick to smirk at the defeated foe, and to shine brilliantly at a loved one, while golden locks of hair spill down Allegra's head to mark her as another one of Setarco's sun-maned children. Delicate, Allegra is said to have been graceful like any courtier, but her brief captivity during the war against House Argento left the young girl with a limp on her left leg, something that adds an unique layer of mystery to the beautiful woman. + |
| Alrec Magaldi + | Tanned, weathered skin and a vicious scar along his cheek can't quite hide the amusement and vigor with which Captain Alrec Magaldi views the world. A grin is never far from his mouth which is rimmed by a heavy black goatee, all the while eyes as deep and dark as the ocean perpetually observe his surroundings. Tall and broad of shoulder his frame is impressive without being overwhelming and his steps are all heavy and deliberate. {w({nA heavy cologne tries to hide the remnants of haze and liquor.{w){n + |
| Alrigo Donatti + | With his hair a backcomb of voluminous dark brown hair that curls away from his square forehead, before being slicked back at the sides, the distant cousin of Alexio and Andreas worked his style off of those two and perfected it further - in his view. His tanned complexion amplifies his dark hair, the brooding honey brown eyes and thick eyebrows resting just-above it. High cheekbones and a gaunt, chiseled, jawline further sophisticates the man above his peers. A faint kiss of stubble dashes across his face before two plush, pinked lips pout just below a long, slightly upturned, nose. Built of a slender, almost scrawny build, Alrigo stands at 5'9" with side shoulders and slender frame. The build of a runner, with the eyes of a brooding scoundrel. + |
