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| 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. + |
| Althea Pravus + | A cascade of night-dark hair tumbles to this woman's olive-skinned shoulders. When caught under the light, the stygian locks reflect shades of brown that betray her true color. She has a kindly face with big, brown eyes fringed with long lashes, set beneath thin, gently curving brows of the same dark color. A warm rose-red color sits naturally in the apples of her cheeks. Her wide, coral-pink mouth gives easily to smiles that dominate her features, and unifies them in an outpouring of tender affection. Slender shoulders give way to a silhouette of understated contours and long, elegant legs. Thin arms end in petite hands of slim, delicate fingers bereft of anything resembling a callus or blemish. + |
| Amador Rafael + | Amador is a picturesque example of a man of Lenosia, a mop of rich chocolate curls fall with articulated "carelessness" to frame the similarly dark hue of his gaze. His figure is slender and best suited to be garbed in silk while his features are rigid giving him a natural forlorn stoicism by appearances alone. Amador carries himself with a regal air, his movements deliberate and practiced amidst their underlying grace. + |
| Amalthea + | Her complexion is entirely fair, the white of an albino's skin almost a stark pale resembling snow, while her nose and lips shine a faint passionate crimson. Just like her skin, her hair appears to lack color almost being silvered from the dull blonde it was. Despite her pale skin, her lithe body is balanced and sturdy, heavy but thin. + |
| Amalthea Crown + | Her complexion is entirely fair, the white of an albino's skin almost a stark pale resembling snow, while her nose and lips shine a faint passionate crimson. Just like her skin, her hair appears to lack color almost being silvered from the dull blonde it was. Despite her pale skin, her lithe body is balanced and sturdy, heavy but thin. + |
| Amanda Morgan + | Amanda is decidedly beautiful. Divine, even. She's a few inches above average height, with a frame that's more lean than curvy, but not lacking in delicately feminine lines at her waist and hips. A cute little nose, full lips, and big chocolatey brown eyes are complemented by eyebrows a few shades darker than her hair. Her hair starts dirty blonde, then slowly turns to the color of wheat, ready to harvest, as it falls over her shoulders. Her posture is always poised and perfect, and she is almost always wearing a faint, polite smile. + |
| Amanita Malvici + | With features reminiscent of an expensive porcelain doll, Amanita is delicate - almost frail given her thinness and height. One glance into her steely sea green eyes is all it would take to know that she is not so easily broken. Amanita has the sort of frame made for running quick and dancing all night, her limbs so long she can't figure out what to do with them unless in constant motion or sitting down. Her fine oval face is framed with long honeyed brown hair and her wide-set cat-like eyes are oft fixed in a cool gaze. A button nose, thin but inviting lips, and full, high cheekbones bless Amanita with a pleasing countenance that will likely be a babyface for years to come. + |
| Amantha Harrow + | Amantha is not striking by the fashionably delicate standards of the upper tiers of society. Instead she's voluptuous, generously gifted with feminine curves that soften the obvious strength of her leanly muscled form and a face that might be considered unconventionally beautiful. Expressive eyes of a sparkling emerald are perhaps the most immediately memorable of her features. A slightly roman nose and full rosebud lips not partiularly given to smiles, porcelain skin and naturally angular brows a shade or two darker than her hair; all combine in a rather cool, austere countenance. Tall, though not toweringly so, she stands at perhaps 5'7 and moves with a graceful restraint that can only be the result of many years of practice; an air of calm in every motion. Her long, thick tresses would fall when loosed to her shapely, hourglass waist in a sweep of rich, autumnal crimson and copper. But she keeps it, more often than not, in a simple braid over one shoulder. + |
| Amanthir Hale + | Tall, pale, and with unruly reddish-brown hair usually kept in a bun. His figure, athletic and toned from years of skirmishes and ranging, is concealed beneath a brown cloak and battered iron breastplate. Outside of a bow, quiver, and sheathed longsword, he keeps very little belongings on his person. If spotted in a populated city, one might mistake him for being impoverished and uneducated. + |
| Amaranth Pravus + | A tumult of brown hair pours past this woman's shoulders, and frames her face, where two hauntingly pale blue-grey eyes storm with mischief. Soft pink lips in a sumptuous bow shape are given easily to knowing, and often sardonic smiles. Fine-boned facial features echo the slim, delicate shadow she casts, born of a slender body. There isn't much strength apparent on her form, as most of the lines of her physique are gentle and pliable rather than hard, unyielding dileniations in flesh. Nevertheless, there is something uncompromising about the way that she carries herself. + |
| Amarantha Sanna + | Amarantha carries herself like a queen, confident and elegant in every motion. Her pale blonde hair frames a delicate, oval shaped face. High, regal cheekbones give her sharp features that contrast with her soft, heart shaped lips. Although her height is average, her body is not--possessing a slender build with generous curves and a fair amount of flexibility. The noblewoman's most striking feature is her ocean-colored eyes, bright and glimmering with faint flecks of gold in their depths. + |
| Amari Keaton + | Dark brown hair falls in loose waves from a middle part to just past her shoulders. Streaked with a paler honied brown, her voluminous locks frame a narrow, delicately featured face. Her complexion is smooth and pale, save for some faint freckles that splay over her brow and along her cheeks. Large, keenly intelligent, hazel eyes are framed in thick lashes, bringing out the hints of green and gold within the irises. Her mouth is quite expressive, usually giving away her emotions unless an effort is made to disguise them. She is of average height, her build slim, almost willowy, which complements her innate elegance. Despite her poise, there's a youthfulness about her that lends an air of innocence, whether deserved or not. + |
| Amari Redire + | Dark brown hair falls in loose waves from a middle part to just past her shoulders. Streaked with a paler honied brown, her voluminous locks frame a narrow, delicately featured face. Her complexion is smooth and pale, save for some faint freckles that splay over her brow and along her cheeks. Large, keenly intelligent, hazel eyes are framed in thick lashes, bringing out the hints of green and gold within the irises. Her mouth is quite expressive, usually giving away her emotions unless an effort is made to disguise them. She is of average height, her build slim, almost willowy, which complements her innate elegance. Despite her poise, there's a youthfulness about her that lends an air of innocence, whether deserved or not. + |
| Amber Mondegreen + | Petite and softspoken, Amber would blend right into any crowd were it not for the beautiful waves of coppery-gold hair cascading around her in a carelessly loose fall. Her eyes are a warm, light brown, and they carry such genuine kindness. Along with her lush mouth given to smiling freely, her mien is so sweet and cheerful one might almost miss the sadness buried in those eyes. + |
| Amelia Eventide + | As though conjured out of myth and legend, the Commander of the Eventide Collective exhibits a captivating aura of heroism and leadership, whether intentional or otherwise. Flawless honeyed olive skin appears to glow beneath the cultivating sun, her intrinsic majesty magnified with every long stride, sway of hips, and lift of her chin. Pitch black hair boldly absorbs the light, cresting her shoulders and spilling in gentle waves like the sea before a storm. Amber eyes possess such vibrant intensity as to be regarded as orange or red at a distance, or dangerously bewitching up close. Every melancholic utterance invokes a yearning for exotic locales and a past few ever truly uncover. {w({nA trio of micro braids plait gracefully through her otherwise free tresses, while dark kohl embellishes her gaze and coral pink stains her lips. Tied neatly at her throat, her hooded fur-trimmed green capelet rests open against her back. A brown sash folds broadly across her empire waist, atop both her sleeveless fur-trimmed green vest and white-sleeved green dress. Brown boots peek from the ankle-length hem, somewhat wet and muddy from travel. Lastly, exotically scented perfumes waft from her person, of herbs and spices very few Arvani might recognize.{w){n + |
| Amelie Steelhart + | Standing five and a half feet tall, this brunette is somewhat lanky, tallish and thin, with long legs. She looks quite strong for her build, despite being soft to the touch. She has brown eyes that are on the reddish side, that can bring an intense gaze where ever it might fall. She is often standing straight with great posture, looking on the stuffy side. Despite looking quite stuck up, her face is one of youth, and naivety. + |
| Amelie Wyvernheart + | Standing five and a half feet tall, this brunette is somewhat lanky, tallish and thin, with long legs. She looks quite strong for her build, despite being soft to the touch. She has brown eyes that are on the reddish side, that can bring an intense gaze where ever it might fall. She is often standing straight with great posture, looking on the stuffy side. Despite looking quite stuck up, her face is one of youth, and naivety. + |
| Amerigo Pravus + | Blessed in the looks department, Amerigo keeps his hair short cut and professionally groomed, though to his nature, there's always a few rebelious strands that refuse to yield to the brush, giving his style its own character. A light goatee provides contrast to smooth skin that has clearly lived its life in area drenched in sun, yet not taken full advantage as it is colored but not as dark as some. His eyes, however, are the real jewel of his features, a pale blue that almost seems to shine in the right light and are the key to reading his mood. + |
| Amieli Igniseri + | Her skin is a touch too dark for cream; her eyes a little too bright to be gray. Thick waves of warm brown spill well past her shoulders, typically tamed away from the roundness of her face. Large and expressive, the clean gray--silver--of her eyes is easily the woman's most striking feature, further accentuated by the healthy darkness of prominent limbal rings. Athletically toned and on the shorter side of five feet, from a certain angle, in a certain light, Amieli might be described as delicate, if delicate were the profile of a rapier blade. Hers is a silent, understated grace, a fluidity of movement and an awareness of it that suggests a marriage of shadowed silk and sharpened steel. + |
| Amir Melaeris + | Amir was never small, not even as a child. Husky, tall, and built more like a pillar than a man--he cuts an intimidating figure. It matches his strong jaw, the line of it chiseled and sharp. Regal, high cheekbones add to his severe appearance. As does his short cropped, curly, black hair. It's a bit too stern to be considered classically handsome but to a Thraxian? He's quite the catch. + |
| Amorria Arterius + | This young woman stands about average height, with long honey-blonde hair which falls to her lower back. The feathery-mane of hair has soft tinges of sandy-red streaks, which could make the actual color hard to tell when beneath direct light. Large amber eyes laced with thick lashes peer from beneath a feminine brow. Her shoulders are on the broad side for a woman, though her chest is on the smaller side. Her build in general is almost willowy, but without the sunken features of someone completely hitting malnourishment. + |
| Amund + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
| Amund Frost + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
| Amund Honor + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
| Amund Masque + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. {w({nHis hair has been cut just above his shoulders.{w){n + |
| Amund Monrosa + | The viciousness in Amund's onyx gaze offsets the classical good looks that he sports. Gifted by the gods with proportionate features and a strong jaw, they can be considered somewhat sharp in profile thanks to the straight bridge of his nose, which is on the pleasant side of long, its tip slightly upturned. His lips curve slightly upward at the corners, giving his expressions a slight mischievous affectation for all that he does not seem to be prone to smiles. His hair, which is kept long, falls down to his shoulders in an undisciplined wavy cascade in stark contrast to his fair countenance. His build is that of a paragon of physical fitness, speaking of hours upon hours of intense martial training. Marring the man's handsomeness is a thin diagonal scar on his left cheek: dark, rather than angry red, it is likely an old wound acquired in a difficult fight. His voice, when he deigns to speak, is low, gravelly. + |
