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Aahana Magnotta +	Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips.  +
Aahana Malvici +	Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips.  +
Aahana Volkov +	Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips.  +
Aaron Blackburn +	Not tall, not short, not overly handsome, nor ugly; Aaron Blackburn is somewhere in the midst of all that. Until he flashes his toothy smile. It's a cocky grin, welcoming and offputting all at once. It has charm and charisma, and when it fades, not even his steel blue eyes can hold a candle to it. His hair is a brown-blond caramel of middling length, and his beard and mustache are the same. One might expect the tailor to dress in the height of fashion, to show off his cunning stitchery, but Blackburn does not, most often found in a simple ivory tunic, belted at the waist with a strip of brown leather, his pants a darker shade of sand, swallowed up by tall boots the same umbre hue as his belt.  +
Abbas Thrax +	Two fierce pitch eyes engage the world from under a devil's brow. Abbas is born of two worlds. His royal father hails from the sand dunes of Eurus and his mother is a Thraxian princess; their union has left him bronze and manifested the wild build of a Maelstrom barbarian. His hair is long and unkempt and clumps in wild dreadlocks in an untamed manner. The beard of the man is thick and full. Dark circles have been stained permanently around his eyes from war-dye application from over a dozen years of violence and reaving in the Salt. Where his flesh is visible he is smothered in dark ink and scars anoint his features like a badge of honor. He is still young but streaks of grey permeate head against the backdrop of darkness.  +
Abby Laurent +	Being of a slim build, Abby carries herself with the grace of her noble upbringing. Bright brown eyes are often relaxed, combined with a cheerful smile that marks her youthful features. Her brunette locks hang just down to her shoulders and are often parted to her right side. She favors the casual dress over anything that might compare to the excess of the peerage or the riches of the Church. Her voice carries softly, with hints of an Oathlander accent shining through each word.  +
Abellus Ironfoot +	Built like a great bear, Abellus Ironfoot towers over others with an aura of strength and ferocity. His grey eyes carry an intense look that is easily mistaken for anger. His dark hair is kept short, cropped close to his skull. Clothing and armor usually seem hard-pressed to contain his bulky, muscular form. His battle scars show easily on his fair skin, and he carries them with pride.  +
Abigail Lyonesse +	The woman is tall and slender, yet don't let that fool you, she is very capable of taking care of herself. Abigail is young, taller then many and with a form one may see with a archer yet there is something about her that is rather noble. Her stance, how she holds herself and how she portraits herself is what gives that away. Cinnamon brown hair flows to about her mid-back and has a slight curl to it, eyes of clear ice blue seem to almost glow thanks to her rather lovely tanned skin. Slender lips, high cheekbones give her a rather lovely face.  +
Acacia Culler +	Boisterous and beautiful, Acacia carries a sense of adventure with her, with only a grin and a laugh. Hair like a seaside sunset falls in thick curls about her, practically pulled back when necessary, but flowing freely whenever possible. Large brown eyes take in the world around her and sparkle with saucy mirth, reflecting the myriad of emotions. It's hard to decide whether her smiles or scowls are more ferocious, but each has their definite appeal. Athletic, with a lovely face and generous curves, but her primary allure comes from the way she swaggers, sultry and confident. She can command a room, with her big voice and presence and few find themselves disappointed when she turns their attention on them.  +
Acantha Clearlake +	This stunning brunette stands at 5'4" without her shoes on. Her rich chocolate brown hair is full of life as it wends down past one smokey eye and down along her high cheekbone as it crashes down in waves to a spot just below her waist. Even without the makeup, her brilliant grey eyes would shine like gems. above her strong nose, lush lips, and firm chin.  +
Achard de Ange +	He is not a tall man at all, but he is built solidly and with the thick musculature of a healthy, robust life spent in hard work and training. Unruly blonde hair frames a clean-cut face not yet heavily marred, and sky-blue eyes hold the world in a grounded gaze. The classic angles of his face balance a strong nose with a clear brow and a strong, stubbled jaw. The man moves with the easy grace of a seasoned warrior, his posture one of instinctual balance and readiness.  +
Aconite Fidante +	At 6 feet tall this Eurusi woman is a striking and poised figure. She boasts a satin complexion in a rich dark carob color that is striking when paired with jewel tones. Inky almond eyes are fringed with thick lashes under arched brows and her luxuriant dark curls are carefully styled and cared for to match whatever she's wearing at the time. The soft waft of milk and honey baths can be caught as the tall graceful limbed Courtier passes or gestures.  +
Aconite Unknown +	At 6 feet tall this Eurusi woman is a striking and poised figure. She boasts a satin complexion in a rich dark carob color that is striking when paired with jewel tones. Inky almond eyes are fringed with thick lashes under arched brows and her luxuriant dark curls are carefully styled and cared for to match whatever she's wearing at the time. The soft waft of milk and honey baths can be caught as the tall graceful limbed Courtier passes or gestures.  +
Adalbern Rimeheart +	Massive and imposing, Adalbern has been blessed with a powerful, athletic build that seems perfect for looming. His honey blonde hair is worn long and wild, typically unbound, framing a little trimmed beard and steel grey eyes. The man's movements are large, and expansive, but with animalistic grace to them as he seems to fill the room with every gesture. When he speaks, it seems to almost rumble from the low, deep tones that serve to make himself heard across a room and his presence known even though he rarely raises his voice outside of battle.  +
Adalmus Nightgold +	Long, tied back raven-black hair falls loosely behind him, framing his chiseled features. Piercing blue eyes seem to examine everything within his gaze with almost a perpetual stillness. A bright white smile can almost always be seen underneath a dusting of dense facial hair further defining his strong jawline.  +
Adalyn Clement +	Adalyn moves with the grace and energy of someone who seems to almost never be tired, there's bounce in each and every one of her steps. She's of average height and weight, with a build that lends itself towards athleticism while retaining some soft feminine curves. Her face is cute, heart-shaped and with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her straight nose. She possesses expressive green eyes, with flecks of gold just around the pupil. Her mouth is all too often pulled into bright, quirky smile that deepens her dimples. Long hair that is a lustrous honey-blonde is prone to cascading in soft waves over shoulders, when it's not plaited into two long braids.  +
Adder Trahir +	With his perfectly oval face squared off with a princely jaw, and his long-limbed grace, Adder is a deviously handsome man. His hair is a lustrous brown, kept a little long - this man is sharp and polished, but he does not at all present like a soldier. This, despite the obvious strength and control in his form. His clothes are tailored and impeccable: white gloves and dark jackets over crisply collared shirts. His eyes are ridiculously dark and usually half-lidded as if he hasn't a care in the world, and his beautiful mouth is given to small, secretive half smiles near constantly. It's only a shame that they do nothing to warm those dark, dark eyes.  +
Adelais Savatier +	This woman does not particularly stand out in the crowd. She isn’t a great beauty, but nor is she particularly plain or ugly. She’s average, if that can be a descriptor. Her face is slightly weather-beaten, skin tanned by time spent out of doors, and there are lines at the corners of her eyes. Her face is narrow, just the lean side of gaunt, with slightly sunken eyes and a hawkish nose. Dark brown hair frames her face, falling to the base of her neck and usually left loose or tied back and out of the way. Her expression tends to be muted, whether she smiles, laughs, frowns, or shoots a disapproving look (although the latter tends to be the most pronounced and severe). Her movements have a certain athletic grace to them. Not the easy flow and glide of a lady on the dance-floor or in a salon, but someone who has spent long, dusty hours working on footwork for swordplay. Her build is athletic and fit and the muscle in her speaks to someone used to violence and action. She wears little, if any, makeup.  +
Adelphie Harthall +	Lady Adelphie's lips are very often parted ever so slightly to reveal her front teeth. It's as if she might at all times be chewing daintily on a secret little cube of cheese! Framed by rich brown locks, her looks are otherwise characterized by a strong nigh-masculine jaw that culminates in a gentle chin divet. The steeliness of her muscles is rendered obscure by a healthy layer of softness that prettily moves as she does.  +
Ademar Napolitano +	This man is of very tall height with a slender body on a lanky frame. With a bit of a waifish appearance and softer features he might appear a bit younger than he is. He is fair-skinned with only a hint of a tan. A curly mass of dark hair covers his head, with facial hair neatly cared for and maintained into a refined style. A narrow moustache that covers the upper lip and continues down just barely covering the sides of the mouth without touching the corners of the lips. Also a small patch covering the front and underside of the chin only. His olive green eyes expressive when he wants them to be.  +
Adora Bell +	Of rather average height, Adora's golden blonde hair has been pulled up and away from her face in a series of knots that give her a slightly eccentric appearance. Her skin is pale with her hands and fingers marked by many scars, some thin and faint, others thicker, likely from a careless movement with a sharp tool. Her brown eyes are large, but often narrowed and mouth turned downwards in a scowl. She's thin, the sort of skinny form that speaks to a lack of nutrition when young, and she doesn't so much have curves as a sharpness to her, all unwelcome angles and elbows. Her skin is pale and often covered in a light layer of sawdust.  +
Adora Ulbran +	Of rather average height, Adora's dark brown hair has been pulled up and away from her face in a series of knots that give her a slightly eccentric appearance. Her skin is pale with her hands and fingers marked by many scars, some thin and faint, others thicker, likely from a careless movement with a sharp tool. Her brown eyes are large, but often narrowed and mouth turned downwards in a scowl. She's thin, the sort of skinny form that speaks to a lack of nutrition when young, and she doesn't so much have curves as a sharpness to her, all unwelcome angles and elbows. Her skin is pale and often covered in a light layer of sawdust.  +
Adrian Beeler +	The young man before you has shaggy hair that reaches just over the edges of his head, the strands a curly mess that show signs of an attempt at brushing. His eyes are a vibrant hazel and his body is skinny without much signs of hard work or cruelty in his life. A firm jawline adorns his face but lacks the authority that could be achieved on a much more muscular being.  +
Adriana Fieldstone +	Country Charm is the term that comes to the mind of most when they see this rosy-cheeked lass. She has a nearly perfect smile with neat white teeth in a pleasant face with a bit of a rounded chin. Her hair is often kept in braids hanging down either side, and a smattering of light freckles dusts about her nose. She has the kind of curves expected of a country farm girl although she doens't seem to flaunt them.  +
Adriel Glynn +	Adriel is a man of warring impressions: rugged good looks tamed by neat grooming and a nearly religious adherence to a baby-smooth shave; his rangy height and muscular strength gentled by elegant sartorial choices. His hair is midnight-dark, kept clipped short with regimental regularity. His skin is warmly tan, making the pale clarity of his green eyes all the more striking.  +
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.  +
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.  +
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.  +
Anabelle Lyonesse +	A few inches taller than average height in Arvum, Anabelle exemplifies Oathlander nobility. Slender in all the right places, her build is slightly more generous than usual to the neverending consternation of her tailors. Her hair reaches to her shoulders, a tantalizing mixture of golden brown and honey blond strands to create a dazzling amber effect, and is always styled to perfection. Fine, delicately arched brows are set over an almond-shaped pair of blue-gray eyes that would be chilling if they weren't so filled with warmth and zeal. Her nose is slender and straight, flaring out just a touch towards the end. Lastly, she has a full, generous mouth capable of great mobility in her smiles.  +
Anastajia Mercy +	Anastajia is a young girl who always has a smile on her face. She has waist length ash blonde hair, which is usually kept in a braid dangled over her left shoulder. Her youthful skin radiates as if she were a porcelain doll, dusted lightly with freckles. Her pale blue eyes give off the impression that you can look straight into her soul.  +
Anders Nightcove +	Lord Anders Nightcove cuts an impressive figure, but it's not based entirely on size. He's tall, yes. But more leanly muscular than bulky. His frame is whipcord, athletic and built for speed. His bearing would be rigid and unyielding, were it not for the constant suggestion that he's simply coiled energy incarnate. With an often stern and disapproving suggestion, it doesn't seem likely that anything truly brings the man pleasure. He's handsome, in a sharp and severe fashion with high cheekbones, clean jawline and alert eyes of vivid hazel. His hair is brown, sandy. His skin tanned from years in the sun, with lines around his mouth and his forehead.  +
Andreas Donatti +	A soft, dark brown, tousle of hair - sprinkled with silvery accents, and often begging to be touched, tops the head of this handsome fellow just right to ear length. His masculine complexion, tanned quite neatly by the sun, features a chiseled jawline and high cheekbones - characteristic of the Donatti's; as well as those gorgeous clever blue eyes that lay idle beneath two thick dark brows. A well trimmed beard makes him seem even more experienced and debonair. The perfect face for the brawny and tall gentleman. Whom, just like his siblings, also has the build of a runner; and, is typically clad in top-notch tailored attire, rather than rubbish rags or armor.  +
Andrel Monteaux +	Andrel is a powerfully built, heroic man. A natural build for martial combat, however it is complemented by his well-groomed stature. Indeed, the man clearly bathes heavily, and takes great care in ensuring that his handsome face in particular is clean-shaven and maintained, including taking great care of his blonde, neck-length hair.  +
Andrina Thornburn +	The first thing one notices about Andrina is usually her hair; gentle waves of glossy tresses the color of spun copper that hang near her hips when let loose. Second might by the fullness of her not-quite-bow shaped mouth and the natural redness of her lips. A close third might be the stormy gray color of her eyes; like heavy rain clouds gathered in the summer. Otherwise they might notice she's tall for a woman, and quite slender. Her skin is peaches and cream toned though broken with the abundance of freckles.  +
Andromeda Leporidae +	Tall, imposing and darkly beautiful, Andromeda has a slender frame and lithe limbs that move with barely contained power. Her hair is the color of rich honey, and her gaze a pale blue that pierces to the bone. Some might say she possesses a classical beauty with her high cheekbones and full lips that are equally likely to offer a mild smirk or purse in discontent. Her neutral expression just isn't, though it doesn't quite peak the summit to that of a permanent scowl. The Southeastern Saffron native has skin brazenly kissed by the sun, bronzed in a most flattering fashion and a thoroughly impressive physique as already mentioned. Usually the woman carries herself with a quiet confidence - letting deeds speak as much as words. Typically, when not commanded to by her Praefecta to wear something more enticing, the woman wears her Proscipi segmenta - clearly more comfortable in armor than she is wearing a dress. Although she does look quite charming wearing one, though.  +
Andry Bayweather +	Toned and slender, this man's size suggests, average, or just above! Of average height and a build that suggests exhaustive activity but not heavily musceled to be sure. His muscle is toned and lithe, someone that favors agility far more over brute strength. His skin is sun kissed, scars dotting his lean body from head to toe. He has a handsome boyish charm about him, often keeping a touch of brown scruff resembling a beard along his jaw and lips. His hair is of the appearance to be messed and as if no attention was given to it when very likely, there was a degree of effort there. His gray eyes often blur between hazel and very light blue depending on the light.  +
Angelica Sanna +	This woman is tall and powerfully built, with warm brown skin and dark eyes that gleam with intelligence. She's efficient with her movements, never taking up more space than she has to, sculpted in muscle with wide hips and powerful legs. Her hair is black and thick, dropping just past her shoulders in waves when loose. Shoulders are squared when she stands, spine straight, confidence written in every line. Oval face with wide-spaced almond eyes, full lips, and a squared jaw, she's clearly a woman in her prime but there's nothing that suggest laugh-lines. If anything, her neutral expression has given the impression of a smooth complexion.  +
Angelo DiFidante +	A classically handsome man, Angelo bears a deceptive softness to some of his masculine features. His full lips bow to form an almost imperceptible smirk, however in a moment of rare brilliance, his smile could light an entire room. Dark brown hair is often charmingly disheveled by the unconscious rustling of his fingers while deep in study. His expressions are often measured as he is known for being a serious man, yet his eyes have the ability to stare into one’s soul while maintaining his own mysteries. Tall and lean, he carries himself with quiet distinction, becoming of a nobleman of his status.  +
Angelo Fidante +	A classically handsome man, Angelo bears a deceptive softness to some of his masculine features. His full lips bow to form an almost imperceptible smirk, however in a moment of rare brilliance, his smile could light an entire room. Dark brown hair is often charmingly disheveled by the unconscious rustling of his fingers while deep in study. His expressions are often measured as he is known for being a serious man, yet his eyes have the ability to stare into one’s soul while maintaining his own mysteries. Tall and lean, he carries himself with quiet distinction, becoming of a nobleman of his status. {w({nA simple copper ring is worn on his left index finger, nothing fancy but clearly worked on with care.{w){n  +
Anisha Whisper +	While her height is thoroughly average, Anisha strives to be exceptional in every other regard. Her limbs are slender and graceful, her frame shapely curves that she all but always dresses to flatter. Mercurial, her hair's shape and length - and sometimes even colour - is always changing. Her eyes are an intense pale blue, bordering on grey, and she uses make-up to great effect to accentuate that. She has been blessed with dramatic cheekbones, alongside full and sultry lips. Anisha presents a carefully calculated image of herself to the world - from a warm and inviting voice with a love for wordplay, to her expertly applied wardrobe and accessories, she is rarely anything but sculpted towards perfection. After all, she's a Whisper. A role model. A mirror, for all the things the world wants and wants to be.  +
Ann Redrain +	Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road.  +
Ann Rivenshari +	Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road.  +
Ann crovane +	Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road.  +
Annabella Grimhall +	Just barely lucky enough to be considered of noble blood, Annabella never much cared for that life. Instead, she truly found herself within the tomes of old, learning about medicine and the art of healing. She doesn't sleep much, as indicated by the moderate bags often seen under her green eyes. Despite this, she is still a noble and thus usually makes herself look presentable when in public: hair perfectly combed and swept behind her back with a single braid hanging over one shoulder. She's rather soft spoken.  +
Annika Navegant +	Undeniably a beauty in her youth that still shows now, but also displaying the vivid attractiveness that comes with age and experience as her journies in life are written in laugh lines around her mouth, or the crow's feet at the corner's of her eyes. She's average in height, hands strong and well-cared for in the way of someone who feels their lively-hood comes from those hands. Her bright blue eyes still shine with a sharp mind and the inquisitive, caring nature of someone that has not been drug down by life's journey. If there is a little grey in the mink brown of her hair, it is worn with the pride of someone whose life has been full of joy, laughter, but also sadness, each one earned.  +
Ansel Telmar +	Ansel is gifted with light blue eyes, and the dark, expressive brows to make good use of them. His scowls are as gloriously stern as his smile can be youthful and bright, and he has the endearing misfortune of wearing his every feeling on his attractively chiseled face. Tall, but not remarkably so, and strong and fine, if not remarkably so, Ansel is a study in the exceedingly pleasant average; a palate cleanser of a man.  +
Ansgar Blackram +	A bear, that best describes this massive man. Looking at Ansgar, he appears to be a man on the softening side of a strong body. He is still straight-backed and has heavy powerful arms and shoulders, but a thick waist and slow moving joints show his prime is good and gone. Thick black hair covers Ansgar from head to heel, the hair atop his head has gone more silver than black in the last 10 years, his mustache is still as black as it ever was, but his beard is as white as the driven snow. Hair pops out from the neckline of his shirt and around his wrist if he's not wearing gauntlets. Ansgar's gold-specked green eyes look more youthful than what his body shows, as if his mind feels like it were still 20, even if his body screams 60.  +
Antea Mazetti +	Of average height and slender to the point of looking coltish, Antea is a woman of sharp angles and severe countenance. For one so young she wears a serious expression, though it doesn't seem to detract from the elegance of her features. A wealth of dark chocolate hair frames her face, pinned up neatly to keep it out of the way. Her skin is smooth and has a dusky edge, though the undertone is somewhat pale, as if she doens't see as much sun as she probably should. Her eyes are sepia-toned, and always seem to bear a calculating look.  +
Anton Kennex +	Lanky would likely be the first word to come to mind upon spotting Anton, his tall and attenutated frame looking rather insubstantial - but long, thin fingers bear callouses that show a man used to working with tools and drawing instruments. Brilliant, blue-grey eyes framed by arched, black brows peer curiously from his suntanned visage where they sit over a hawkish nose. Spare and trimmed, his facial hair consists of little more than a mustache and some stubble down the jaw. A dark, chocolaty brown, the Kennex's hair is kept in wavy ringlets that are combed back and allowed to spill down past his ears and onto fairly narrow shoulders.  +
Antonia Amadeo +	Meticulous and intentional defines her appearance. Her glossy hair is neatly-kempt and her complexion fresh almost dewy. Her fern green eyes are rimmed with dark inflections along the iris. Her hands are manicured and clean. The state of dress is fashionable but not a statement, each stitch in place and each adornment planned. She is below average height and makes herself even smaller by keeping her eyes typically lowered, chin frequently inclined out of respect.  +
Antonio Velenosa +	Antonio is a very handsome man, if not classically so. His hair is a dark, sooty brown, his eyes a warm honey shade, and if his mouth is a bit narrow, it's also fetchingly bowed and prone to lazy smiles. His style and manner are self-possessed and exceedingly easy. If it took him time to arrange his shoulder-length hair to best emphasize the sun-lightened streaks, you'd never know it. His skin is slightly weathered from sun, wind, and sea salt, giving him a decidedly rugged appeal.  +
Anwen Ravenseye +	Somewhere between plump and wiry, this woman is neither slight nor curvy, but rather possesses a predilection towards the latter that is tempered by great activity and a boistrous nature. Her skin is tanned and freckled by much time spent out of doors and her autumnal hued auburn hair is streaked with copper and gold from hours in the sun. Her almondine eyes are a deep cobalt shade of blue, lined with a thick fringe of lashes. She has a pleasant curve to her cheeks, a fullness to her mouth, and an almost grecian turn of nose that cast her features in a classical air.  +
Anze Malvici +	Black hair roughly chopped short meant to be out of those dull green eyes and out of the way of reaching hands. A dark beard kept close to the face and sometimes cared for. He's tall, over six foot, though not a giant by any means. His body has the sinewy look of someone who has spent most their life outside working rather than playing and with the calloused hands of someone who lives and dies by the blade. On his right arm the tattoos begin at the wrist, intertwining and working up until disappearing somewhere under his shirt.  +
Anze Redrain +	Black hair roughly chopped short meant to be out of those dull green eyes and out of the way of reaching hands. A dark beard kept close to the face and sometimes cared for. He's tall, over six foot, though not a giant by any means. His body has the sinewy look of someone who has spent most their life outside working rather than playing and with the calloused hands of someone who lives and dies by the blade. On his right arm the tattoos begin at the wrist, intertwining and working up until disappearing somewhere under his shirt.  +
Aodhan Crovane +	Aodhan is a relatively tall man, standing at almost 6 feet tall. He possesses a strong, athletic physique that is stained with the scars of the harsh environment of which he was born. He has black, shoulder length hair that comes to a soft curl and sports a light, scruffy beard that adds to his overall charm. His eyes are a beautiful green, reminiscent of an emerald jewel. He possesses an intricate tribal tattoo that covers the entirety of his right arm, his right pectoral, and the back of his right shoulder, a sign of his upbringing that he wears proudly.  +
Aonghus Seliki +	Well-built and solid, Aonghus cuts an impressive, heavily muscled figure. He is dark-haired, with tawny skin and ice-bright, pale blue eyes that fairly leap from his face by contrast. Those striking eyes are softened by his oft-smiling expression, shown in laugh lines and crow's feet. He has a very calm presence, accentuated by the assurance he moves with - neither slow nor fast - but implacably and with focus.  +
Apollis Malvici +	Apollis is slender and sinewy with pale skin and platinum blonde hair that borders on being snow white. He has chiseled features including a thick dark skeptical brow, a strong square chin, and high aristocratic cheekbones. His hooded eyes are emerald green, piercing and impassive. He has full pouty lips and a wide smile that overtakes the entirety of his steely face. He has wavy short hair worn swept back and slightly tapered ears. He carries himself with a quiet confidence and speaks with a creaky, honeyed, and perpetually sleepy tone.  +
Apollo Malespero +	He is a spare man, of middling height and weight and a lean, lanky build. He's handsome, his features pleasing in an unassuming sort of way. He might not be the brightest star in the room, but there is a charm to his features that draws eyes back to him. A thick brow and serious eyes rest under a mop of dark curls, sometimes cropped, sometimes nearly to the shoulder. His hands are large and show the signs of hard work; small scars from old knicks from sharp tools, calluses along the base of his fingers and on the pads of them as well. There is an air of distraction about him sometimes, an absent-mindedness that adds to that strange, muted charm.  +
Apollo Oakwood +	He is a spare young man, of middling height and weight and a lean, lanky build. He's handsome, his features pleasing in an unassuming sort of way. He might not be the brightest star in the room, but there is a charm to his features that draws eyes back to him. A high brow and serious eyes rest over a nose that adds character to his face. His hands are large and show the signs of hard work; small scars from old knicks from sharp tools, calluses along the base of his fingers and on the pads of them as well. There is an air of distraction about him sometimes, an absent-mindedness that adds to that quirky and understated charm. {w({nWearing a tidy bandage on his right hand.{w){n  +
Appolonia Seraceni +	Appolonia is visually catching, if at odds with the image of the perfectly beautiful woman. Her ebon hair and olive skin show her Pravus roots. Her slate blue eyes give her an air of staring. A high forehead, naturally dark and hollowed eyes, and a thin jaw make her look darker and younger than she truly is. She moves with an easy and casual grace, with the physical demeanor of a perfect lady even if some of the details may be... questionable.  +
Arcadia Leary +	In form, Arcadia 'Cady' Leary is a slight-framed girl, a slender blonde with short, tousled hair and eyes of a bluish gray; but without the dynamism of motion, she leaves little impression. In life, she leaps eagerly from branch to branch; even in stillness, her weight balances on her toes, ready to spring into action at any moment. The flash of her dimpled smile, the quick gleam of her bright kohl-lined eyes, the infectiousness of her ready enthusiasm: these are the sparks that make her memorable.  +
Arcadia Stahlben +	In form, Arcadia 'Cady' Leary is a slight-framed girl, a slender blonde with short, tousled hair and eyes of a bluish gray; but without the dynamism of motion, she leaves little impression. In life, she leaps eagerly from branch to branch; even in stillness, her weight balances on her toes, ready to spring into action at any moment. The flash of her dimpled smile, the quick gleam of her bright kohl-lined eyes, the infectiousness of her ready enthusiasm: these are the sparks that make her memorable.  +
Arcelia Navegant +	A voluptuous body with soft curves creates the pleasant portrait of a youthful noble woman who wears her heart on her sleeves, a smile on her face, and carries an air of contentment all around her. Arcelia is known for her alluring eyes, big and vibrant blue irises that draw attention to a hidden depth that is veiled behind her youth, giving her an air of mystery. When she speaks she is often animated, using her toned arms and small hands to gesture in assistance to aid the flow of meaningful conversation. Beautiful and melodic laughter escapes the beautiful woman frequently, the sound filling rooms with the sincerity of her personality. Her lips are luscious and pink, a row of clean white teeth revealed behind a nearly ever present smile that reaches up to soft, rosy cheeks. Her long dark brown hair is a curtain of silk strands that curls up near the ends, gently springing around her shoulders and back as she moves with the ethereal grace of the naturally talented and passionate dancer she is. The clothing that adorns her body tend to come in deep colors that are accented with earth tones. Long flowing sleeves cascade down her arms while cotton or silk wraps around her body and drops to the ground in waves. She favors simple embroidery or bead work over extravagance but the rich colors and detail give her a simplistic but lovely fashion sense without overpowering her natural beauty.  +
Arcelia Saik +	A voluptuous body with soft curves creates the pleasant portrait of a youthful noble woman who wears her heart on her sleeves, a smile on her face, and carries an air of contentment all around her. Arcelia is known for her alluring eyes, big and vibrant blue irises that draw attention to a hidden depth that is veiled behind her youth, giving her an air of mystery. When she speaks she is often animated, using her toned arms and small hands to gesture in assistance to aid the flow of meaningful conversation. Beautiful and melodic laughter escapes the beautiful woman frequently, the sound filling rooms with the sincerity of her personality. Her lips are luscious and pink, a row of clean white teeth revealed behind a nearly ever present smile that reaches up to soft, rosy cheeks. Her long dark brown hair is a curtain of silk strands that curls up near the ends, gently springing around her shoulders and back as she moves with the ethereal grace of the naturally talented and passionate dancer she is. The clothing that adorns her body tend to come in deep colors that are accented with earth tones. Long flowing sleeves cascade down her arms while cotton or silk wraps around her body and drops to the ground in waves. She favors simple embroidery or bead work over extravagance but the rich colors and detail give her a simplistic but lovely fashion sense without overpowering her natural beauty.  +
Archene Clearwater +	This young man seems to be on his early 20s. He is about 5'9" tall and while his body cannot be said to be athletic, it certainly lacks any considerable amount of fat. His skin is light olive, strangely well-kept and unmarred. His eyes have a gentle hazel brown color while his facial features are gentle. His raven black hair is well-kept and wavy, reaching slightly beyond his shoulder length.  +
Archeron Tyde +	This young man is tall and a lanky, his youthful frame showing the promise of a beefier build that he has yet to fully grow into. His dark hair is typically cropped short for practicality rather than aesthetics, showing off his coffee colored skin and chiseled features; the most striking of these are his unearthly blue eyes, so bright and almost unnatural seeming amid the rest of his earthy hues. Those eyes seem to miss little around him but the rest of the young Tyde lord remains rather reserved and stoic. When his limbs are bared an interesting rope of thick white scar wraps around his right arm from wrist to elbow and the same along the length of his left leg.  +
Archibald Kitt +	An old man, Archibald's face is twisted in a permanent scowl. He has a distrust of everyone, made all the more evident when they interact with him. Despite this he carries a sense of importance even in squalor, having collected some wisdom in his lifetime. He has a long beard and hair that has long since gone grey, long ago given up covering the baldness on the top of his head. His eyebrows are likewise long and arched, growing in an erratic mess over his hateful grey eyes. He usually walks with a crutch, and has an obvious limp from a permanently lame leg.  +
Ardee de Lire +	Large, almond shape eyes of piercing blue are the first truly noticable thing about Ardee. Thin, delicately arched brows are perched above, expressive and a shade or two darker than the golden blonde hair that waves well past her shoulders and down to mid-waist. The woman is around five foot five, with shapely curves and fair, smooth skin that doesn't appear to have suffered a day of hard work toiling in the sun. The woman moves with effortless, languid confidence, expression inviting and warm.  +
Ardoin Valardin +	Long of limb with a wiry frame corded with muscle, he possesses the body of a warrior - and all that comes with it, such as the diagonal scar that runs from halfway down his fair-skinned forehead to where it cleaves his left eyebrow in two, marring his otherwise youthful good looks. Sapphire blue eyes observe the world around him with open curiosity, sitting squarely above his aquiline nose, thin lips, sharp cheekbones and a neatly trimmed beard on his pale face. Sandy blond hair is kept short and more often disheveled than not. Still, he carries himself with a proud stance as befits a knight of the Valardin family, broad shoulders back and face tilted up just so.  +
Argos Seraceni +	Argo is not that imposing of a man until you see him fight. Skill, raw force, and talent all mixed together. His personality matches his fighting style as he cares little for politics and would rather follow orders. He is known for not smiling often at all. He has tattoo of a red dragon on his right arm that's tail and wings wraps around. Scars all over his chest, back and arms. Argos is a fairly warm to most people even though he keeps most people at arm's length until he can trust them. He can be found at taverns during his off hours, drinking only water as drinking booze goes against his code.  +
Ari Corsetina +	Standing 6'3" in his bare feet with a wirey, rangey build this man looks as if he has seen some fights. This olive skin is more than lightly weathered and deeply tanned. His full head of jet black hair is often messily styled, and curls ever so slightly at the ends. His deep amber eyes are are mercurial; shifting from bright to almost black with his moods. He keeps a neatly trimmed beard and mustache of the same black color of his hair.  +
Aria Gilden +	Arianna is a slender young woman who is around the age of twenty. Fair features, pale skin, long limbs and a slender build give her a confident appearance, in keeping with her height of five feet without shoes. She has honeyed blonde hair and wide blue eyes. Their brilliant azure is the most distinct feature on a pale, largely unblemished face set with a petite nose and thin, pink lips. Aria's honeyed hair is predominantly straight, framing her face, and kept just long enough to reach the small of her back.  +
Arian Brand +	Tall in stature and broad of shoulder, Arian stands a head above most other men. His dense musculature is obvious, most prominent in the width of his chest, the rise of stacked delts and rippling traps, and the sheer thickness of bulging biceps and chiseled triceps. He has a healthy amount of fat, never wanting for a meal, fair flesh smooth and largely unblemished. However, his waist is relatively trim and leads into a rock-hard, well defined midriff. His visage is a charming combination of masculine strength and boyish good looks. A strong, squared jaw frames his face, drawing up into thin, pink lips that often quirk at the corners, and a proud, slightly upturned nose. Ice blue eyes would catch your attention. Depending on his mood, they either hold a cold pallor; a daring, wolfish gleam; or a rippling storm of thought and emotion. Crowning his head, golden blond hair, verging on platinum, reaches down to the bottom of his ears. With a strong part down the middle, the fine, fair strands act as curtains.  +
Arianna Fireviper +	Arianna is quite fair possessing an ethereal beauty. Her skin is milky and pale without being translucent. Long ashen blonde locks flow down her back and touch her rear and she often wears it down. Arianna is fond for all manner of white and silver accents in her choice of clothing. Her fashion sense is very well developed and seems to change depending on the current trend. Although she is very slender, her height makes her appear even more so. Lending to a certain delicate air about her. Her eyes sparkle with a certain liveliness and she has the most breathtaking smile. The young diplomat chooses her words carefully and when she speaks it is with a soft, clear pitch that captures the interest of those around her. If she were a bit older, or depending on her manner of dress for the evening, one might consider her to be innately a very sensual girl. She possesses delicate facial features with full pouty lips that wordlessly promise some sort of carnal pleasure. Most astounding however is that she is always fresh in her style and likes variety in her wardrobe, never wearing the same thing twice. Arianna loves jewelry and has made more than one friend through gifts of gems and precious stones which she sends to her family's craftsmen back home to refine into stunning accessories.  +
Arianna Pravus +	Sensual doesn't begin to cover this woman's countenance. She's pale but shines with a radiance that belies her good health and while her skin is milky during winter seasons it holds a tan quite well it during the sunnier times of the year. Lengthy tresses of pure Setarco gold flow around her shoulders after having been freshly cut and are often worn down. On the occasions that the Pravus noblewoman has her hair pulled back her high cheekbones and angular, feminine jawline are more apparent to the eye and lend an exotic quality to her features. Sapphire blue irises sit in almond-shaped eyes that sparkle with flecks of bright emerald green when a certain liveliness or mischief is piqued. Her waistline is small but her hips and rear are quite curvy, both traits often on display in lycene silks that leave little to the imagination. When she speaks her voice holds a soft, gentle cadence, or cold edge depending on whom she's addressing and full, pouty lips wordlessly promise carnal delights and fun times to be had for those adventurous enough to approach the Pravosi woman.  +
Arianna Stonewood +	Arianna is quite fair possessing an ethereal beauty. Her skin is milky and pale without being translucent. Long ashen blonde locks flow down her back and touch her rear and she often wears it down. Arianna is fond for all manner of white and silver accents in her choice of clothing. Her fashion sense is very well developed and seems to change depending on the current trend. Although she is very slender, her height makes her appear even more so. Lending to a certain delicate air about her. Her eyes sparkle with a certain liveliness and she has the most breathtaking smile. The young diplomat chooses her words carefully and when she speaks it is with a soft, clear pitch that captures the interest of those around her. If she were a bit older, or depending on her manner of dress for the evening, one might consider her to be innately a very sensual girl. She possesses delicate facial features with full pouty lips that wordlessly promise some sort of carnal pleasure. Most astounding however is that she is always fresh in her style and likes variety in her wardrobe, never wearing the same thing twice. Arianna loves jewelry and has made more than one friend through gifts of gems and precious stones which she sends to her family's craftsmen back home to refine into stunning accessories.  +
Arianwen Grayhope +	Whether obscured by a Lower Boroughs coating of grime or the rare application of expensive cosmetics, her natural beauty cannot be denied. Passion and hard-earned experience radiate from her gaze, those dazzling orbs an uncanny gradient of deep amber out to mesmerizing greens and vibrant blues. Long lashes and cupid's-bow lips serve to compliment skin as pure and pale - features as soft and delicate - as a lily petal dipped in sunlight. A harmonious symphony of honeyed brown and gold hues flow in voluminous waves, framing the graceful lines of her defined hourglass figure. Coupled with an air of casual confidence, her light and lyrical voice demands attention from even the most jaded listener.  +
Aric Keaton +	At just over six feet tall, the man is what would be considered by most woman, with a drink or two in them, to be ruggedly handsome. He has shoulder length dark brown hair parted on the left side with his hair falling to each side of his face. Deep green eyes are brightened by a ready smile, alight with some joke that is hiding just behind them. His face is scruffy with not enough hair to call it a beard, but something that could grow to it if left unattended. He wears a tunic, leggings and boots of Oakhaven leather, finely oiled with a great attention to detail on every piece.  +
Ariel Darkwater +	When one looks upon Ariel the first thing you might notice is her almost milky white skin, her soft ginger curls that dance along her shoulders, or all the freckles that cutely decorate her face. Her eyes are a rich dark caramel color that have naturally curling eyelashes. Though below her eyes is a perfect nose and a soft and full lips. She's a short little thing standing only at 5' and has very luscious curves upon her form with a small waist.  +
Ariel Stonewood +	When one looks upon Ariel the first thing you might notice is her almost milky white skin, her soft ginger curls that dance along her shoulders, or all the freckles that cutely decorate her face. Her eyes are a rich dark caramel color that have naturally curling eyelashes. Though below her eyes is a perfect nose and a soft and full lips. She's a short little thing standing only at 5' and has very luscious curves upon her form with a small waist.  +
Ariella Igniseri +	Slender but strong, everything about Ariella suggests speed, from her streamlined slimness to the short cap of black curls that crowns her head and frames her face. Her skin is a warm-toned dusky gold, darkened and weathered by long exposure to sun and salt, with a tendency to freckle mostly around her fine straight nose. The dramatic amber-gold of her eyes lends an almost lupine edge to the flash of her quicksilver smile in the spread of rose-dark lips.  +
Arielle Rivera +	At a few inches over five and a half feet tall this woman looks to be fairly young still. Her body is full-figured with obvious but not over the top curves. There is a youthful enthusiasm in her pale blue gaze that is also visible in the dramatic motions of her movements. Fair toned skin is smooth and light in its hue. Honey blonde hair is waist length and silky looking. An oval shaped face with subtly rounded cheeks and full lips gives her a soft distinctly feminine look. {w({n  +
Arik Halfshav +	A tall frame and muscular build conspire to make this man seem even more massive than he truly is. Broad shoulders, a square jaw, and an imposing presence lend him the air of a warrior from tales sung in the icy North, and indeed the scars on his calloused hands tell tales of their own. His features would be easy to describe as ruggedly handsome, were he ever to shave the formidable beard that covers the lower half of his face. Still, there is no hiding the glint of confident, casual violence in his pale gray eyes, nor the subtle, nigh-perpetual smirk that promises the same.  +
Arion Harrow +	The first thing one notices about this young man is his hair. A step darker than copper its a deep and rich crimson, kept at waist-length and carefully brushed and cared for to the point where it seems to be a mark of pride. Bright emerald green eyes softly sparkle from their position on a gentle looking face. While far too soft looking to be considered traditionally handsome there is no denying that there is a certain charm to his appearance all the same. He has yet to show even the slightest hints of facial hair despite clearly being of age, his face remaining smooth and soft looking. His body is lithe and fair skinned, possessing next to no muscle tone but instead favoring smooth looking movements that show a natural sense of grace. Delicate hands with long fingers show a certain nimbleness as well, hinting that he may often work with his hands. Either way his nails are kept neatly trimmed and clean in a similar fashion to the rest of him. {w({n  +
Arman Velenosa +	Arman Velenosa is tall and stately; he was quite obviously handsome once, years ago, and his youth has settled into gravitas. He cuts a foreboding figure for he is tall and towers over most people. Arman is fastidiously neat, as careful in his appearance as he is in his words. When he smiles, it never quite seems to touch his eyes. When Arman enters a room, he does so softly - but is no less intriguing for it. Eyes seem drawn to him, but as he favors shadows, he is never quite fully seen.  +
Armand Farshaw +	Tall and darkly handsome, Armand presents an attractive tableau. Broad-shouldered, with the muscular build of a swordsman often fighting beneath plates of steel, he makes for a particularly fit specimen whom nonetheless displays a certain grace of movement, a natural agility closer to cat than a bear. He keeps his jet black hair short, leaving his face clear save for the beard he keeps trimmed short. The effect brings attention to his dark eyes, intense and at times full of mirth, sorrow or fire. His voice, a sensual baritone of bewitching depths, share the same nature. Indeed, Armand can be said to be many things, but empty and cold? Never.  +
Armani Gilden +	This woman is an inch or two over five feet and is quite compact. She has dirty blonde hair that bears subtle waves and it frames her face, drawing attention to the pale green of her eyes and the fact that her otherwise ivory hued skin is tanned by the sun. The figure of the woman is quite shapely, she is well blessed with a feminine physique and it is well toned.  +
Armel Godsworn +	Even when he was a younger man, Armel would have been hard-pressed to be called 'handsome', wide of face and with a lantern jaw, he was more the sort one would be worried would ram a sword in your gut for your purse in appearance. And a life of hardship and violence have not changed his looks for the better. With long hair that flows freely in chestnut-colored locks to frame his bull-dog face, his most notable feature is the vicious scars that cover most of the right side of his face. He has suffered from a rather horrible assault in the past, and his skin is mottled and raised and marred with an unsightly scarring from temple to jawbone and with one ear barely more than a nub on that side. The rest of him, from his chocolate-brown eyes to his bronzed, weathered skin (on the rest of him), holds a somewhat straight-backed bearing, strong and powerful and almost as broad as he is tall, with the thick legs and muscled back of a man who travels long and fights hard when he gets there.  +
Arn Telmar +	He is not tall, perhaps close to half a head shorter than most of his contemporary knights. There is a stiffness in how he moves that betrays that youthful grace has left him and is usually replaced with pain and discomfort, but his build is thick and powerful and his big, knobby hands look like they can pack a painful wallop. His face is weathered, and scarred and painted in stern lines. He wears a full beard that is pepper grey and his eyes glint like steel. {w({nHe looks tired.{w){n  +
Arta Fatchforth +	Arta Fatchforth is a woman with a sandy hair and slate blue eyes. She has strong sinewy limbs and prominent cheekbones. Her build is rather stocky with a small nose and a pair of ears decorating her head. Her complexion is fair and leaning on the pale side of skin. Her flattering strong physique is intimidating yet approachable.  +
Arthen Dayne +	Arthen Dayne is lean and tall, with a rangy sort of way about his subtle strength. It's easy for the eye to mark him as someone who has been around and seen more than a few things. Still, though he isn't without lines of care to mark the occasional furrow of his brow and the determined set of his mouth and jaw, his even and masculine features retain most of the grace of his not-so-distant youth. His skin is fair, but warmed by the weathering of the sun and the wind. His chestnut brown hair is clipped neat and short but for the curling wisps of his bangs, and his baby blue eyes carry a shade of intensity from above his bold nose and the softer set of his mouth. Most often he's a man dedicated to a clean shave, but not so dedicated that he's above a five-o'-clock shadow some days.  +
Arthur Russo +	This handsome man looks like he is in his early twenties or so. He is 6'2" and powerfully built, with strong shoulders and a chiseled frame. He has the form of a man who does some form of labor for a living, but also does the work to shape that muscle into something appealing instead of just being a brick of a man. His skin is tanned, and he has a few small scars here or there. his hair is dark brown, with one or two strands of very early grey. His eyes are incredibly bright and blue, and can easily be considered his most notable feature. His hands are calloused, and he has long, dexterous fingers.  +
Artorius Magnotta +	Standing at six feet, four inches tall, Artorius is certainly of a tall stature. He sports shoulder length black hair, with a light beard and blue eyes reminiscent of the ocean. During most of the seasons, he remains a fair pale complexion, but darkens in the summer to a tan. His strong, athletic physique seems to naturally counter his handsome visage to even standard With a strong bearing in his walk, he carries himself like the noble knight he is. He possesses classic, simple features such as his arched eyebrows, ordinary lips, an unnoticeably small nose with a very normal ridge. Previous battles have given him a single scar that rides from a tad over his left jawline down to his collarbone on the same side, which bears a charm of its own.  +
Artorius Malvici +	Standing at six feet, four inches tall, Artorius is certainly of a tall stature. He sports shoulder length black hair, with a light beard and blue eyes reminiscent of the ocean. During most of the seasons, he remains a fair pale complexion, but darkens in the summer to a tan. His strong, athletic physique seems to naturally counter his handsome visage to even standard With a strong bearing in his walk, he carries himself like the noble knight he is. He possesses classic, simple features such as his arched eyebrows, ordinary lips, an unnoticeably small nose with a very normal ridge. Previous battles have given him a single scar that rides from a tad over his left jawline down to his collarbone on the same side, which bears a charm of its own.  +
Artur Redrain +	Artur is narrow, slender and lanky, with a sharp bite to the angle of his hips. Everything about him is long: long legs, long torso, long arms, long, slim fingers. Energetic, dynamic in motion and closely muscled, his lanky height is wiry and tight, rather than built heavily or bulky. Freckles spatter his high-boned, sharply angled features. His brown eyes are striking in clarity and color, their warm hue suggestive of cinnamon. His hair is kept short, neatly trimmed and darkly golden. There's a suggestion of coltish youth and abounding energy to his body and carriage.  +
Arturo Grayhope +	A lanky, slender beanpole, this man is rises to a decent height, looking all skinnier because of it. His pale ivory flesh is littered with pitch-coloured tattoos, inked designs of birds and flowers covering most of his torso. He is of a plain face, having a long, slender nose, and narrow chin, covered by a short, patchy beard. Slim lips conceal pearly teeth, though they are rarely shown. Eyes of a piercing cerulean-blue are his most noticeable feature, their stare conveying the majority of what little emotion he shows. His dark, carob-hued hair is normally shorn close to his head.  +
Arya Gilden +	Fiery red locks cascade to mid-back, framing a visage of mischievous youth. Her pale green eyes sparkle with unspoken amusement, and the quirk of her full, soft lips invite others to smile as well. A light dusting of freckles span the bridge of her slightly upturned nose and high cheekbones, accentuating the porcelain hue of her skin. Her lithe build makes her seem to stand even taller than her already considerable height, while a naturally cinched waist and subtly curved hips keep her frame decidedly feminine.  +
Asger Crovane +	Standing tall, he is set with a powerful frame, broad shoulders, strong musculature, and a fair complexion. Pulled back in a loose braid, his dark auburn hair falls just below his shoulders. Set beneath two dark thick brows are his hazel green eyes and a noble aquiline nose that while fairly straight, shows signs of having been broken in the past. His hands are rough and calloused, showing numerous scars both new and old along the knuckles and backs.  +
Asha Espina +	Tall and lean, Asha has the build of a Champion. Her bronze skin marred with the odd scars, the most noteable along her cheek, lower lip and right temple creating stark silvery lines. Comely but lacking in the true beauty often associated with those of a higher station, which she seeks to make up for in charisma and showmanship.  +
Asher Grayhope +	Average weight and height, and build, and clothes... This man looks so very bland. A commoner, easily; no flair, no sense of fashion. Deep brown fabric, with dust and possibly mud. Hair messily kept and a boring, dull brown. His eyes flash a peculiar blue - peculiar compared to the rest, that is. They stand out as mischievous and possibly intellectual. In another life he could be a scholar, perhaps someone important. But he very clearly won't get much attention for very long.  +
Asher Morrlin +	Average weight and height, and build, and clothes... This man looks so very bland. A commoner, easily; no flair, no sense of fashion. Deep brown fabric, with dust and possibly mud. Hair messily kept and a boring, dull brown. His eyes flash a peculiar blue - peculiar compared to the rest, that is. They stand out as mischievous and possibly intellectual. In another life he could be a scholar, perhaps someone important. But he very clearly won't get much attention for very long.  +
Ashkyr Elensar +	A broad shouldered figure packed with sturdy muscle made up Ashkyr's sturdy frame, a frame that was originally built and used aboard a ship. His hands were rough to the touch, calloused heavily from a lifetime of hoisting sails, and kept in their condition by his martial craft. Dark brown hair crowned his scar-less features, the most prominent of which were his strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a nose that had clearly been broken more than a few times. Overall, he was handsome in a rugged sense, and looked capable of defending himself in melee combat, no matter the weapon.  +
Ashlinn Speare +	Ashlinn is tall, and not 'for a woman', but just in general. She's pretty, with dark hair and eyes, but with the bluff face and open demeanor of a commoner originating far from the city of Arx. Her hair is nice and wavy and so damned thick it defies any style more complicated than a long, heavy braid and may very well eat any combs that try to do something fancier. Dark brown eyes don't miss a thing, but don't do much to hide, either. Sun-dark skin is marred here and there with scars picked up from a life spent first working in a field and then later fighting in one. Given a slight crook in its bridge it's likely her nose has been broken once or twice, and given a slight crook in her smile it's as possible that her jaw has as well. Still, the smile is there as often as not.  +
Ashlyn Velenosa +	Fair ash blonde hair falls about her in long, wispy curls that frame a pale face with ice blue eyes and soft pink lips. Her ivory skin and small, slender frame make her reminiscent of a doll. She is desirable but there's a hint of something devious in those eyes. She's got delicate curves, enough without being overly endowed with a thin waist and pointed face with sharp eyes and high cheekbones. Her nose and lips are the softer of her features.  +
Ashlyn Velenosa/Reflection +	Fair ash blonde hair falls about her in long, wispy curls that frame a pale face with ice blue eyes and soft pink lips. Her ivory skin and small, slender frame make her reminiscent of a doll. She is desirable but there's a hint of something devious in those eyes. She's got delicate curves, enough without being overly endowed with a thin waist and pointed face with sharp eyes and high cheekbones. Her nose and lips are the softer of her features.  +
Ashur Sanna +	Strong, lean and built for speed. Ashur had spent so much of his life slipping through cracks in caves, ducking beneath fallen timbers. He had no time to get fat and no need to get muscular. He was rugged in some ways. He looked a little more aged beyond his years from so much time in the sun and from winds on the seas, but there was a spark within him; a light fueled by curiosity, determination and possibility that could be seen through his eyes, darkened some personal haunting.  +
Aslaug Winge +	Painted with an earthy pallet, Aslaug is more striking than beautiful. She's taller than most women, and while lean and smooth in her movements there is a certain easy confidence in her steps and an ownership of the space around herself. Her hair is long, the same mahogany as rain soaked redwood, just as often brushed as tangled and most often left hanging down around her shoulders and back. Her eyes are the same crisp blue as the winter sky. Her skin is a sun warmed tan, though much of it is covered by her typically well worn attire. Her features are angular, a bit too sharp to be called pretty. Often some sort of charm, or feather or animals tooth can be found hanging around her neck or wound up in her hair.  +
Asphodel Leary +	First is the stretch of ruin scarred deeply into her pale face's right half. Beginning above the brow, furrowing through the eyeless socket - the eyelid's skin sunken in sightless folds over the hole to heal shut in irregular joins of flesh like melted wax - and devastating down to cleave the right corner of her upper lip, a grievous scar is the memory of what must be an axe's wound dealt with terrible force. Aside the brutal wound there are vestiges of beauty. An oval face once held a pleasing symmetry, with large, wide and icy gray eyes, their color making a stark palette with hair a pin-straight, lustrous black. Her nose slopes finely to a smart little ball-tip above full, lush lips and a soft, rounded chin, a collection of youthful and doll-like features that would make a picture of innocence if not for the cruel chasm splitting her visage.  +
Asralyn Venac +	Asralyn is tall, splendidly shaped, and lithe. In her movements is evoked the ease of grace seen in panthers and mountain-cats. But she has a thick, full mane of dark brown hair cut from the shadows that ripples down to her shoulders, reveling in the slightest breeze. Her sharp, narrow eyes glint with hazel-hue and on occasion the slightest touch of kohl is used like a whetstone to keep that edge.  +
Asriel Darkwater +	Asriel Darkwater is lean in the way of a man who will occasionally forget or forego a meal, but his height chases away any notion that he's truly inappreciable of build. The unruly hair which crowns his head is sometimes tamed, and though he's come into his middling years it is as night-dark as it was in his youth even if some strands of moonsilver have gathered near each temple. Age has stripped some of the polish from him that many might have come to expect from a member of the Peerage, but it is an age he has settled into quite admirably and it has done little to dull the fierce intelligence that shines within his brown-black eyes nor the often tempestuous looks he no doubt learned from the very weather itself around his ancestral home of Darkwater Watch.  +
Asterion Havmarke +	A wiry man of average height, Asterion looks as though he may have been rather hale, perhaps even handsome, in his youth. Today, though, a pale complexion and pockmarked, weather-beaten face give him the look of a stern and severe middle-aged man. Wrinkled cheeks frame a narrow, angular nose, and lips drawn into a near-permanent scowl rest inside a beard that is manicured only enough so that it might truly be called 'groomed'. Gray has begun to discolor coppery-brown hair which is kept long enough only to be combed to the side. His most striking feature, likely, is a pair of viridian eyes that carry the weight of careful consideration and no small degree of judgment.  +
Astor Larrant +	This man stands just a few inches above average for a man, and he has a fit physique that one could describe as athletic. Coppery hair cut at shoulder-length combines with a not-quite-clean-shaven, freckled face that leaves some scruff on his chin and stubble on his jaw to give him a rugged visage. His arms and legs are fit in the way someone constantly required to labor away on one's own two feet would be fit, and his chest and back show decently-developed muscles as well. He bears no serious scars though; just some callused hands from regular exertion.  +
Astraea Redrain +	Astraea, like her mother and twin sister, is mostly without pigment of the flesh or hair. With skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, rosy cherubic cheeks and heart shaped lips these distinctive features are often some of the first things passerby might notice. The silken white tresses that frame her face and flow around her airily adds an unearthly quality to her person. Astraea stands at middling height, average in that regard but somehow her presence is almost that of someone twice her size even if she is trying to avoid scrutiny. She is delicate of limb but possessing a well toned frame that belies her athleticism and her arms and legs terminate into delicate appendages. Her nails are often manicured and colored according to whatever whimsical fancy she desires. Subtle curves are still padded with baby fat, her voluptuous figure otherwise filled out in delightfully alluring proportions and being that her cerulean blue eyes are flecked with golds and yellows it's easy to see how someone might call her exotic.  +
Astraea Valardin +	Astraea, like her mother and twin sister, is mostly without pigment of the flesh or hair. With skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, rosy cherubic cheeks and heart shaped lips these distinctive features are often some of the first things passerby might notice. The silken white tresses that frame her face and flow around her airily adds an unearthly quality to her person. Astraea stands at middling height, average in that regard but somehow her presence is almost that of someone twice her size even if she is trying to avoid scrutiny. She is delicate of limb but possessing a well toned frame that belies her athleticism and her arms and legs terminate into delicate appendages. Her nails are often manicured and colored according to whatever whimsical fancy she desires. Subtle curves are still padded with baby fat, her voluptuous figure otherwise filled out in delightfully alluring proportions and being that her cerulean blue eyes are flecked with golds and yellows it's easy to see how someone might call her exotic.  +
Astrid Ulbran +	Astrid can be found with a broad and welcoming smile in all but the most serious of conversations. It's this smile that sets off the rest of her features, from the high cheekbones to the warmth of her chocolate brown eyes. Confidence is seen in her sure movement and stately bearing to give her a presence that's hard to overlook in the short package. Sun-darkened skin either speaks to heritage or a ample time of out doors and mixes with ombre hair in loose curls past her shoulders to paint the whole of her in the radiance of dark golds and warm browns.  +
Astyr Vanha +	The brightness of Astyr's smile disarms as skillfully as a swordman's parry; the warmth of her voice is a riposte that strikes clean. She has a warm and effortless manner, and if at times she gives herself airs, she catches herself, and pulls herself back from the edge of arrogance. She's lovely, but it's the enthusiasm and the determination that light her features that make her beautiful. It's rare that shadows cloud her features, but when they do, her sorrow is profoundly felt. She's a creature of passions, but she's careful to cultivate the right ones.  +
Aswin Ulbran +	Bright blue eyes gaze forth from beneath a pair of dark brows with an alert inquisitiveness for the world around this man. A dusky tan complexion from hours spent beneath the sun graces a face blessed with high cheekbones and a strong jawline kept clean shaven every morning. He possesses a roguish quality that manages handsome, but there is an undeniable quality about him that speaks of a hunger and intensity fostered by a life of survival. His black hair is worn closely cropped in a neat style. His attire is simple and functional. A set of darkly colored breeches of a fine leather covers his lower half and are tucked into a set of well worn leather boots, while a dark blue shirt can be seen beneath the leather body armor that covers his chest.  +
Athaur Rivenshari +	Athaur is a river ravashari used to sailing the water and living in the wilds, with narrow shoulders and lean muscle of years of manning the boats. His sharp mocha eyes, twinkle with mischief, miss little and reflect whatever the situation demands. His easy smiles are used to put others at ease. His long chestnut hair tied back so that it doesn't get in his way. Neatly trimmed goatee gives him a rakish flare. His voice has a musical quality that makes people want to listen. While he may seem lazy to those that underestimate him, his body moves quick like a viper when trouble occurs.  +
Atherton Galeren +	It's clear that the man before you has seen his fair share of violence. Dark red hair well-streaked with gray is tousled over his head, long to nearly his shoulders and cut jaggedly. His face wavers between stubble and a very short beard, depending on the day. His skin is tan and leathery, hands as calloused as a poor farmer's. Scars abound in numerous places but none of them vital; he still has both hardened hazel eyes that tend to squint and furrow as a natural state of rest.  +
Atreylan Hollowood +	Atreylan has no great stature, no height or width of note. He is of a decidedly average frame, the sort of man who remains thin purely due to the occasional missed meal rather than any labor. His features are sharp, and narrow, with dark-hued green eyes and pale lips. Brown hair is neatly shorn atop his head, long enough to run his fingers through, but little more. His nose, while short, could take an eye. Ink has stained his fingertips, likely to the bone, and his nails are permanently marred by too many long days with a quill. Little in the way of a hard life has marked him, smooth fingers noting that he's lead a life of at least some privilege.  +
Atria Ulixes +	Atria is a woman made attractive through the culmination of her flaws. Her forehead is just a little too tall. Her ears are just a little too big. Her nose a tiny bit too small for a face where the jawline is more pronounced than the cheeks can give it balance. But together it all works, giving her something of an exotic look that's helped out by eyes of molten silver ringed on the outside by a milky jade. Of course those eyes are also have slitted pupils running vertically. Her hair is long, neary waist-length, and formed of strands of silver ranging from bright pewter to tarnished argent. Taken on the whole, it just works, taking her from cute to striking.  +
Atrid Darkwater +	Atrid is a tall man around 6'5" and weighing in at about 285lbs of muscle. His Hair is black and cascades down to around his mid back. Generally he keeps his hair tied back to keep it out of his face. His eyes are almost a molten gold in color and his skin tone is more of a mocha coloring due to his time outside in the sun regularly he tends to be even darker than his normal mocha complexion. He tends to dress in comfortable and yet practical clothing mostly in tones of black and reds and blues.  +
Auda Crown +	Sandy hair falls around her shoulders in streaks of brown and sun-bleached blonde, wild and roughly curly. Her eyes are vivid emerald, jewel-toned and crystal clear. Honestly, they're probably the most beautiful part of the entire girl, set as they are in a sun-kissed, freckled face. Dark circles often rim her eyes in a beautiful shade of bruise, whether from violence or sleep deprivation, and the bright red of her painted lips so rarely succeeds in distracting. Auda's athletic by necessity, thin by circumstance. Meals are often skipped, and unlike knights or soldiers, she doesn't actually -work- at her physique.  +
Auda Florin +	Sandy hair falls around her shoulders in streaks of brown and sun-bleached blonde, wild and roughly curly. Her eyes are vivid emerald, jewel-toned and crystal clear. Honestly, they're probably the most beautiful part of the entire girl, set as they are in a sun-kissed, freckled face. Dark circles often rim her eyes in a beautiful shade of bruise, whether from violence or sleep deprivation, and the bright red of her painted lips so rarely succeeds in distracting. Auda's athletic by necessity, thin by circumstance. Meals are often skipped, and unlike knights or soldiers, she doesn't actually -work- at her physique.  +
Auda Waters +	Sandy hair falls around her shoulders in streaks of brown and sun-bleached blonde, wild and roughly curly. Her eyes are vivid emerald, jewel-toned and crystal clear. Honestly, they're probably the most beautiful part of the entire girl, set as they are in a sun-kissed, freckled face. Dark circles often rim her eyes in a beautiful shade of bruise, whether from violence or sleep deprivation, and the bright red of her painted lips so rarely succeeds in distracting. Auda's athletic by necessity, thin by circumstance. Meals are often skipped, and unlike knights or soldiers, she doesn't actually -work- at her physique.  +
Audgrim Veilandir +	Tall and fit, he has amber eyes framed by long lashes, a classically handsome face with a scar across one eyebrow, and short dark hair. There is stubble most days, shaving not a daily occurance. He is an athlete, shown in the way he moves with control and confidence, and he has a guarded and careful way, without having an unfriendly air.  +
Audrey None (formerly Valardin) +	Once Audrey was thought to be a beauty for the ages, but the years have been unkind to the reviled Oathlander. Her stunning blue eyes are sunk in her face, and her cheekbones are pronounced in a mix of aristocratic features and poor diet. Her blue eyes are windows into the mind of a woman wrought of sheer willpower who just won't quit, and at the same time reveal a need for kindness that is rarely visited upon her. Tall, lanky, deadly are all words one would use to describe the warrior, her once lush silvery mane of hair cut so it won't get in the way of fighting, kept short and spiky and her skin tan from the endless hours of riding she must do every day.  +
Audric Crown +	While not precisely an epitome of masculine godhood, Audric has a certain roguish charm that makes one think he probably invented the term. Dark hair, tousled on the very best of days frames an angular face. A scar, generously described as vicious by someone trying to get on his good side mars his left cheek, from the outside corner of one deep blue eye to just above his lips. It can be hard to tell if he smiles or sneers in the politest way possible, and his nose is crooked just enough to lend him an air of authenticity to his rough roots. He carries an athletic build well, moving like he knows how to use a sword, but practices an economy of movement, only expending the minimum amount of energy necessary to accomplish his task. Whether it's to hide his intentions, or sheer laziness, it may be the greatest mystery of the Lower Boroughs.  +
Audric de Lire +	While not precisely an epitome of masculine godhood, Audric has a certain roguish charm that makes one think he probably invented the term. Dark hair, tousled on the very best of days frames an angular face. A scar, generously described as vicious by someone trying to get on his good side mars his left cheek, from the outside corner of one deep blue eye to just above his lips. It can be hard to tell if he smiles or sneers in the politest way possible, and his nose is crooked just enough to lend him an air of authenticity to his rough roots. He carries an athletic build well, moving like he knows how to use a sword, but practices an economy of movement, only expending the minimum amount of energy necessary to accomplish his task. Whether it's to hide his intentions, or sheer laziness, it may be the greatest mystery of the Lower Boroughs.  +
Augustus Grayson +	Tall, at over six feet in height, this man has the bearing of elegance and refinement. He is an older gentleman, looking quite well for his age. Sandy-blonde hair, much of it turning to white, brushed back over his head to reveal a dashing widows peak. He has a short, well maintained beard that wraps around his mouth and extends up both sides of his jaw to form sideburns that meet his hair, with his cheeks kept clean shaven. His nose is rather aquiline in appearance, a traditionally noble masculine feature. His eyes are a deep blue-green colour, and are almost always totally devoid of humour, there is always a clear, cold and calculating intelligence hidden behind those eyes.  +
Aurelia Pravus +	Aurelia's sunkissed skin never darkens more than a few shades past pale, and constellations of freckles erupt in erratic patterns across her form. Although most concentrated about her shoulders and arms, a few wayward motes color the apples of her cheeks and the curving bridge of her nose. Fair brown hair spills to mid-back in a tumble of subtle twists and curls that assert themselves near the end of their lifespan. She has a narrow, delicate face with bright green eyes that seem to thirst for a light to make them sparkle with mischief. Thin, tender lips share color with pale pink coral. Although slender and slim bodied, her lean legs and narrow waist lend the contours of her hips a loftier presence contrasted against the gracility of her silhouette.  +
Aurelian Valardin +	Standing at five feet eleven inches (1.8 meters), this young man looks to be in his early twenties with bronzed skin, dirty-blonde hair, and strikingly pale blue eyes. His skin tone appears to be the result in time spent outdoors rather than nature, and his hair is left at jaw-length but well groomed and clean.  +
Aureth Grayhope +	Once wiry and lean, the basic concept of Aureth's frame remains the same, but years and privilege have made inroads the slim lines, thickening about his waist. His fair hair is lighter than once, dusty gold lightened by pale silver to a spun sheen of electrum in bright light, worn long and thick. His eyes are gray, hinted with blue if he dresses for it. His thick, defined eyebrows and neat, well-kept beard match the sllvery blond of his mane. His skin is a little weathered, marked by lines at the corners of his mouth, crow's feet crinkling the corners of his pale eyes. His fair skin tends to freckle. He has a strong jaw and a bold nose, and the faint pinch of a frown at his brow rarely entirely fades. When it does, it is to a wide, brilliant smile that transforms and youthens his face, and invites the observer to join him.  +
Auriela Malvici +	Sculpted elegance. The Lady Auriela Malvici holds herself and her appearance to a high standard at all times. A face and posture that has been well cared for like a fine Lycene Red, the Lady Auriela's features exude the meticulous care that she has put in. Tumbling locks of rich brown hair kiss upon her shoulders and chest to frame her wide-set icy-hued eyes. Well kept eyebrows are drawn over her eyes, a small angular nose. Full red lips spread across Auriela's mouth, cheeks toned in slight drawing across to a small flat chin. Slender in arms, rakish in hips, there is not a touch of fat to the body of the elegant Auriela.  +
Aurora Thornburn +	Curly wisps of rich red auburn hued hair frame Aurora's heart shaped face, casting an approachable appearance to the woman's already sociable demeanor. Her emerald eyes take in her surroundings with an air of naivete, a sense of wonderment and excitement projecting from her gaze at any new things she may come across. Her eyes, matched with her full lips, leaves very little hidden as to what sort of mood the woman may find herself in.  +
Aurus Wyrmguard +	A tall and austere man, he may well have been broken from a block of august marble. Well defined cheek bones, a square cut jaw, and aquiline nose lend to the strict, classically distinguished look that tends towards the severe. Vibrant blue eyes, the color of rich ultramarine, his eyes are flecked with silver and fill a sharp, attentive gaze. His fair complexion is smooth alabaster, with almost absolute lack of pockmarks or scars. The most distinguishing feature, however, is his shocking golden ash-blond hair, cropped close and styled carefully in a kempt sweep above his forehead. The muscles of his well-toned upper body are starkly delineated, as are the honed cords of muscles in his legs, suggesting an extremely well-honed physique.  +
Austen Ferron +	A man of tall height and physical rigidity, Austen is imposing for someone so young. His set of rust brown eyes beneath tufted brows seem to look right through a person, carrying within them an eerie amount of intensity. His dark hair is cropped close to his scalp, longer on the crown of his head and tapering shorter on the sides. His nose is slightly crooked due to having been broken and healed awkwardly, but otherwise his facial features are unblemished, if not considered plain. He has the lean, muscular appearance of somebody accustomed to hard training.  +
Austin Goddard +	Austin isn't the most handsome branch of the...branch...bunch? Bunch of branches? Sure. We'll go with that. He definitely fell far, far from the top of the ugly tree. And he sure hit plenty of ugly branches along the way. It's pretty unfortunate, really. He looks pretty unfortunate. He's naturally lanky and spindly, like a bean pole, but looks like he does a lot of push-ups to compensate. Only a more ambitious upstart would think to try his luck against him. Especially coupled with his natural swagger and cartoonishly confident smirk. But his face, it's really too bad--to start, a poor mouth-to-face ratio, accented by caterpillar eyebrows and snaggleteeth that turn into a jack'o'lantern whenever he grins. Which is often. He really needs to do something about those teeth. As per his dress, he wears common clothing day-to-day, but keeps it unusually well-kept and properly fitting; it looks like it was tailored specifically for his figure.  +
Avak Zadarra +	This tall man stands 6 feet 7 inches, and is lightly muscled. His body is verry scared, with 1 long scar on his forarm, 2 on his palm and a small one on his left wrist. He has short black hair with hints of red, and his skin is quite tan from exposure to the sun. His eyes are a bright blue, and his eyebrows are quite bushy. He has long limbs, and his fingernails are well trimmed.  +
Avaline Velenosa +	A critical evaluation of the young woman would describe her form as compact and efficient; petite in height, and comprised almost entirely of lean muscle. Though softer in their construction, her facial features seem similarly sculptured; high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a delicate aquiline nose. Avaline’s full lips rest naturally upturned, giving the sense of a constant secretive smile, which only amplifies the curious spark in her eyes. Her hair is a nod to fashion and function, the great length of the large soft curls of hair swept off her neck in braids and twists, yet never managing to fully confine the long bangs that frame her face.  +
Avary Ashford +	Only slightly veering on the side of short rather than tall, this woman nevertheless manages a regal bearing with lean, sharp lines of limbs and pale ivory skin. Her hair is a golden blonde that touches to platinum in the light, kept in loose curls to her shoulders and framing a strong face. A high forehead and thick, arched brows frame wide, hooded eyes that shift from blue to green. Her cheeks are full above a blunt, square jaw. Bowed lips are pink and her nose is small and short.  +
Avasyn Culler +	The first thing you see of this woman is her gleaming white hair, reflecting the light radiantly. It cascades right down to her lower back and over her shoulders in gentle waves and curls like a waterfall, with stray strands sweeping across her brow over contrasting dark eyebrows. Her large eyes, framed by full dark lashes, hold ones attention, dragging them down into their sapphire blue depths, filled with strong emotions of melancholy and cold reservation. But her face seldom gives off emotion, constantly neutral besides for the occasional arch of a slender brow or mild frown. Dark pink, full lips stand out on her pale unblemished skin, her face graced with gentle features. She lacks the confidence to be stunning, and the frequent appearance of dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep mars her features, but she still carries a mysterious and gentle beauty about her. Perhaps it's her hair, which seems almost ethereal with its strange colour. Her body is slender, lacking in any form of muscle tone, and padded enough to give her feminine curves but not overly large breasts. She seems weak, perhaps overly so, hinting to some kind of illness. She doesn't talk much, but when she does her voice is musical and gentle, never raising to a shout as it remains cool and nonchalant. She moved with fluid grace, and she carries the aroma of many herbs from working.  +
Averie Ashford +	An athletic musculature on a wiry frame makes up the core of Averie. She has long, flaxen blonde hair that ends at mid-back, the tips slightly darker than the roots. Her cornflower blue eyes are a dominating feature of her face, fiercely angelic, but the thin slash of her mouth makes apparent the determined nature deep within. Her nose bridge is small, ending with a pert tip, and her face shape is a sensible oval.  +
Aviana Bertram +	Aviana is a beautiful girl, with a full face, and cascading dark brown hair that seems to naturally curl. Hazel eyes, and her common serious look are often able to transfix those she watches. Standing at 5'3", she is not very tall but seems to be well built for her size and age. She's got well sculpted curves, in all the right places, giving her a serious, but mature, womanly figure.  +
Avita Seraceni +	There is an air of mystery and intrigue about her fine features and smoldering amber gaze; a glint of mischief in those curious, attentive eyes that's easy to miss and hard to ignore all at once. The impish image cultivated there loses nothing in the coy curl of lips in suggestive smirk, or charming devil-may-care grin so commonly worn. Her skin is youthful perfection, the colour of over-creamed coffee, free from blemish of battle or sign of senescence, her cheeks rosy with a fetching blush of life. Her hair is a tumble of warmest black, loose curls that shine with a healthy luster until they meet their terminus just above the hip's swell, often decorated by precious metals and over-precious gems meant to catch the light and the eye alike. She is a graceful figure, tall and long of limb with the dignified stride of a dancer taking the stage, and a presence that suggests the show is about to begin.  +
Avovorinth Seraceni +	Avovorinth is a very androgynous looking young man. He has long black hair with strands coming in as a deep and dark red. He has facial painting in red dye. Many consider him to be pretty, but with his cursed vision all he see's is a monstrous horror. He is a lithe and graceful person moving with precision and dexterity. Despite this he often twitches in a full bodied panic for moments at a time.  +
Axel Culler +	Fair skinned and standing at about average height, Axel seems to be lean and fit enough to take care of himself on the streets, but not enough to impress anybody. His gray eyes, while not as piercing as the brighter shades, make up for it with the inquisitive gaze their owner usually holds, and his thick, striking eyebrows draw all the more attention to them, only adding to the effect. The right eye has a large scar going over it, starting from the edge of his hairline, all the way down to his cheek. The black hair of his beard is, generally, somewhat well-kept, unlike the messy ponytail that covers his head. His lips are somewhat thin and often curl into a curt smirk, instead of putting on a smile. Overall, his facial features are relatively simple, but when put all together, they make for a rather handsome individual.  +
Azhan Arrynfield +	Set above his hawkish nose are a pair of large bright grey eyes that are narrowly-spaced from each other. His facial features are generally gaunt and spare, with high-set cheekbones that are accentuated by his thinness. Reaching the nape of his neck is wavy dark hair that looks to be ever tousled, completely covering his forehead. Thin lips stretch across this young man's face, and when revealed, his teeth are nearly neatly aligned with a little crowding on the bottom half. Holding his head aloft is a rather slender neck that shows a large Adam's apple jutting out. Long, wiry arms stretch out from his pinched-in shoulders, with his hands bearing calluses. He is of a severe thin frame, with his ribs poking out and most movements of his body showing tendons twitching or just bone. From his slender hips are a pair of tenuous legs, bearing enough strength to carry his weak body.  +
Azolla Nightgold +	Soft ebony hair frames the young woman's heart-shaped face and it has been delicately braided with adornments of charms and beads. Dark lashes accent her emerald eyes and soft rosy skin. She has the frail frame of someone who suffered childhood illness. She moves with an alluring grace and is often times found undertaking some new artistic endeavor.  +
Azova Darkwater +	There is a subtly elfin quality to Azova's features: high, thinly angled bones, with a delicate point to her chin and her nose a pert snub. Her hair is fine, too, a silky fall of amber, gossamer and straight. Her eyes are large and bright, a clear blue whose brilliance suggests sea and sky in the frame of thick, pale eyelashes. Her mouth is thin and pink, and the apples of her cheeks flush with some frequency due to the treachery of her fair, fair skin. Prone to alert, gazelle-like stillness, Azova can often be seen looking up and away, listening, before plunging into a dynamic flurry of activity, leading with swift certainty in her slim, long-fingered hands.  +
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Babette Grayson +	Red-gold hair has been swept back away from her face in a simple ponytail, allowing her large green eyes to take everything in. Her skin is pale from a lack of sunlight, likely due to spending hours in doors. She is of average height with an athletic build and a nearly ever-present smile on her face.  +
Baelor Keaton +	A man of some height and strong bearing, Baelor isn't one to slouch in public. Coming from good Oathlands stock means he is burly and wide chested. But something skewed him and set him apart from his brethren, near platinum white blonde hair is pulled back from his face and wound at the nape of his neck. When he moves, there is a stiffness to him as if he hadn't made it free of his battles without his own share of injuries  +
Baelos Redrain +	Baelos is unmistakably northern in features - fair skin, deep auburn hair, and clear blue eyes. He wears a full beard that is a deeper red than his hair, which disguises both a strong jaw line and his expression when it serves him. He often flashes a devil-may-care smile, which wins over both northern and southern alike. Tall and athletic, he moves with a self-confident bearing that borders on swagger.  +
Bahiya Mathali +	There are no hard edges to Bahiya. Feminine and soft, she moves with a dancer's grace and economy of movement. Golden skin and abundant curves, with dark gray eyes and a mane of thick, dark brown hair, she is both dignified and inviting in her manner. Sightless eyes are sometimes unfocused when she shifts her attention, her expressive features are quick to light up with a smile, and her neutral expression one of warmth.  +
Baldessare Velenosa +	It's body language that creates Baldessare's strong impression. He carries himself with driven confidence. His low voice is bold and resonant. His eyes are intensely dark, framed by absurdly long lashes beneath the thickness of well-defined eyebrows. His lips are more full than thin, mobile in the midst of the strong lines of nose and jaw. His skin is a dusky olive brown. He frequently keeps a neat, dark beard. The sculpt of his features could be the cast of a soldier's statue, but his face is too lively, his expression rarely still. Tall and lean, he looks like a swordsman, built on muscular lines that match the strength of his long fingers.  +
Baldwin Fidante +	Tall and muscular, Baldwin is a somewhat handsome man, with a reserved outward demeanor. His coloring and features are those most prominent in the South, his hair black and ink and kept trimmed short, his beard trimmed, enhacing the well defined line of his jaw. His nose is straight and his eyes are a stormy blue, always watchful. His motions are guarded and always economical, as are his words. When he speaks, however, it is with a distinct baritone.  +
Baltus Darkwater +	Tall, at just over six feet in height. His shoulder length mocha brown hair seems to have a mind of its own, the locks curling over his forehead and towards his ear from behind his neck. With his dark eyebrows and stubble, which runs primarily along his jawbone, leaving his cheeks smooth. Chocolate Brown eyes seem to stand out against his sun-kissed complexion.  +
Barbrey Blackwood +	Barbrey is past her prime and into the winter of her life, and her weathered face bears all the wrinkles and deep lines one might expect of a woman of near sixty. A hard-lined, square jaw is framed by a mop of wild grey hair, with the occasional auburn streak harkening back to her youth in a faded, rugged Northern beauty. Tall for a woman, there is an alert and ready position to her posture, and when she moves, only the slightest slowness of age shows -- it seems that the years have at least granted her longevity. Her figure is still lean and muscled, and a perpetually wild look in her eye makes her seem ever-ready for combat.  +
Barik Reed +	Barik is a broad-shouldered figure of lanky physique and a thin, frequently excercised waist. Naturally athletic, yet lacking in any hints of strength to assert him a warrior, he poses as an average figure, for an average people. Despite such, his physique remains coarse due to constant travelling, and being exposed to the outdoors. His hair is a raven black color, perpetually cut short to a natural swoop of a combover that inherently swings right. Disenchanting, muddy green eyes stare beneath two bushy, crowded brows, with a nose most certainly broken at least twice crookedly sitting between them. The appendages of his arms are wide; his fingers are long and rotund.  +
Barric Grayson +	A perfect mix of Hero of Old and Charming Prince, Barric has the look of the most courtly patron, with the soul of a time where men viewed Duty and Honor as highly as Glory. Black hair, kept in a neat military cut gives his face a slightly severe look. His bright blue eyes shimmer with a life of their own, whether in the rare glimpses of boyish joy, or in their typical focused determination, evaluating a situation quickly. His smiles, though tending to be rare, are brilliant things, giving people pause to wonder. His strong jaw and broad frame are the things artist consider when creating art of the legends of old, with graceful movements and powerful motions. {w({nHe is completely clean-shaven, meticulously so, not a single hair to be found on his face or jaw.{w){n  +
Bashira Ru-Taul +	Bashira stands at seven inches over five feet tall with a figure that is athletic but femininely so. And, of course, she has the face of an angel. Her complexion is lightly tanned. This is mainly due to her heritage and days spent in the sunlight. Her intelligent hazel eyes are emphasized by the long black lashes that surround them and by the ebon brows above them that lift expressively when she speaks. Her heavy, raven hair is a mass of unruly curls and wispy tendrils that surround her face like a secretive shadow. Her hair reaches to her waist and generally holds braids with shells and pearls within them.  +
Basilio Cabral +	A leanly built youth cut of swimmer's muscles and laughlines. His shoulders have been made sturdy by ropes and riggings, telling of his time spent at sea. The sun has darkened his skin with a healthy ruddiness common to those from the tropics. Evidence of a colorful childhood decorates his complexion in scars here and there but the surefootedness of his gait suggests that these have been challenges he might even look back on fondly. Hair brown like coconuts is thick on his head, as are the expressive brows over his dark eyes. The knit of his features are pleasantly proportionate and warm, simplicity being his charm. His voice is a tenor coarse with the enthusiasm of a lad nearly past his teenage years.  +
Bastien +	Bastien is all long limbs and graceful hands and lean, whippet lines to his frame. He can move with surprising grace and dexterity, and his carriage holds a certain hauteur that he hasn't exactly earned. He has an even, well-bred handsomeness to him, strong-jawed and straight-nosed, but it's often distracted by a sense of harried unkemptness from too many long nights at work. His hair is dark, his eyes a clear blue flecked with green, and he can vary widely from stubble to a full beard, depending on his current obsession level.  +
Bastien Crown +	Bastien is all long limbs and graceful hands and lean, whippet lines to his frame. He can move with surprising grace and dexterity, and his carriage holds a certain hauteur that he hasn't exactly earned. He has an even, well-bred handsomeness to him, strong-jawed and straight-nosed, but it's often distracted by a sense of harried unkemptness from too many long nights at work. His hair is dark, his eyes a clear blue flecked with green, and he can vary widely from stubble to a full beard, depending on his current obsession level.  +
Baz Thornburn +	Tall and slender, Baz is the epitome of nights without sleep, days without care and passion without check. There's a hunger to her pale gray eyes and her lean frame, a gauntness only offset by a pair of lips that, despite occasionally being chapped with neglect, are overfull, most often set in a caustic slant. There's a reserve and a wildness that battle for dominance in the neglect of her long and straight tawny hair, the rumpled and unkempt suits that sit on her insubstantial frame like castoffs.  +
Beatrice Malespero +	Beatrice is a pretty young lady with exceptional facial features and a slim but feminine figure. She makes the best of her Lycene heritage, putting herself together in a carefully crafted way when she makes public appearances. Her coloration makes her a stand-out among nobles: with dark, thick hair, dark, thick eyebrows, tanned skin, and glittering coffee-colored eyes. She dresses to compliment her body, with the eye often drawn to her narrow waist and long legs.  +
Beatrix Corsetina +	Beatrix is a fair-skinned, charcoal-haired, lithe woman of uncanny beauty and yet that is not what lured poets and warriors to call her the White Rose of Tor. The Corsetina's viridian eyes, holding secrets and torments, and her swagger give Beatrix irresistible airs of allure. Rarely needing to express herself with more than the faintest curl of her full lips or a shrug of her shoulders, she talks with her whole body before ever uttering a word, filling the room with her powerful voice. Her physique is slender and strong, feminine and flattering in its grace and elegance.  +
Beaumont Valardin +	With a mane of soft, golden curls that just brush his collar, Beaumont is the picture of Valardin nobility. His fair, pampered skin is clear, as are his sky blue eyes. Long lashes and straight, youthful brows frame them as perfectly as any romantic painting, and his mouth is lush and just barely given to a melancholy downturn when he isn't grinning. Luckily, his shoulders are broad and his jaw is strong and chiseled in the perfect example of masculine beauty.  +
Becka Honor +	%TSomber is the dark gaze of a young woman no older than eighteen years. Her caramel brown eyes seem haunted, distant and weary, yet in rare moments show a spark of life and hope. Freckles dance over the cheeks and across bridge of this young woman's nose, and her oval face is framed by wavy locks of the shimmering copper. Her nose is petit, lips full and her small chin slightly dimpled. Becka looks as if she must live on the street, for her face is at times dirty, and her clothing looks as if it could use a good wash. The pale blue dress hanging from her lithe frame could possibly be the only dress the girl owns.  +
Bedivere Whitehawk +	Long and lean, Bedivere stands tall amongst any crowd, and carries himself in the ramrod-straight military manner. His straight nose is longer than average, perched above a square jaw, which is regularly shaven. His dark hair is of a middling length and touched with hints of silver. When he smiles, one can see how handsome he was in his youth - it's a shame, then, that he rarely does so. Of particular note is the nub where his right hand once was; the scarred arm it belongs to is usually pressed protectively against his body.  +
Behtuk Sanna +	Behtuk is a tall, heavy man, with just enough grace to carry that mass of flesh without intruding upon others. His hair is thin, black, long, and straight. Unlike many from the North, his facial hair is sparse consisting of a drooping mustache and a braided patch on his chin. Though the muscles beneath his skin are not prominent, the strength beneath that full-figured frame is unmistakeable.  +
Bell Cleck +	A skinny, even haggard man with sharp cheekbones and lips that tend crooked, Bell wears his hardships on his frame with more easy than he wears his ill-fitting clothing. His eyes are sharp and restless, but he moves with a swift and studied grace. That ill-fitting clothing doesn't entirely conceal that he's built to climb and to dart.  +
Belladonna Pravus +	Undeniably beautiful, with her long flaxen locks, intensely sapphire eyes, and sharply gorgeous features, Belladonna combines her striking looks and sultry sensuality with a vibrant life in her to devastating effect. Her winsome features are those that will seem young, even when her hair has greyed, lightened by the challenging fire and daring sparkle that infests her eyes. Her lush lips are quick to smile, both in sympathy and understanding, and in a smirk of satisfaction that only seeing her enemies crushed before her can evoke. Her form is lithe and sinuous, slight of frame, but her infectious laugh and vibrancy makes her seem larger than she is. Many noblewomen tend toward fair skin, of those too important to endure the harsh suns, but Belladonna's richly tanned, smokey skin, common in the city-state of Setarco, sets her apart and lends her an exotic air.  +
Bellamy Redrain +	Standing at a perfectly acceptable five-foot-six Bellamy is not the tallest, nor the shortest, Princess around. Her hair is a pale platinum that lingers just this side of white. Her eyes are a honeyed hazel color; green but with an amber ring around the pupil. Her lips are usually quirked up in a sweet smile below a dainty, upturned nose. Her lips are graceful and slender, lacking in muscle definition that many of the Redrain family might otherwise have. Her skin a pale that suggests she gets rarely any sun.  +
Bellona Deucalion +	She is a strand of moonlight in the darkest woods who bears its wildness in every feature. Her hair, black as night, falls coarsely about her face, framing her pale visage in matts and twines. Despite the savagery it possesses, she wears it proudly like a crown; this unkept mane which has tangled the fingers of men both nameless and forgotten. A comeliness precedes the dirt and soot that often mars her pale skin offering the hint of woman beneath an otherwise crepuscular varmint.  +
Benedetto Velenosa +	It's body language that creates Benedetto's dramatic impression. He carries himself with casual insouciance. His low voice is rich with laughter and invitation. His eyes are a liquid dark, framed by absurdly long lashes beneath the thickness of well-defined eyebrows. His lips are more full than thin, mobile in the midst of the strong lines of nose and jaw. His skin is a dusky olive-brown. He tends towards clean shaves. The sculpt of his features could be the cast of a pretty statue, but his face is too lively, his expression rarely still. Tall and slim, he looks like a dancer, built on agile lines that match the delicacy of his long fingers.  +
Benedict Ferro +	Deep brown eyes and black hair are striking on this above average height male. Though ungroomed most of the time, his beard grows in as a goatee and connected moustache. His hair is kept short for ease of keeping, and his body is thick with muscle from years of armor wear and wielding and training with the large sword and armor. Broad shoulders and large arms connected to a thick torso, and legs large enough to carry all of him with ease plus much more. Caramel tanned skin and calloused hands from years of wielding a weapon and horse reigns.  +
Benjamin Carver +	It might be the self-satisfied smile that his face finds at rest that draws attention first, or it might be the bright expressiveness of his amber eyes under the bold dark strokes of his brow and the way they seem to hold the world in such alert fascination. He has a fair complexion, well kept and shaved smooth to the skin. His hair, a dark shade of brown, is kept tidy and trimmed only to then allow it to do whatever the devil it feels like. He is built on a light frame, slender and not overly tall, with a comfortable finesse and fluidity to his movements.  +
Benvolio Corvini +	Benvolio enjoys the trappings of his family's wealth and access to fashion in Arx. He prefers the ostentatious and colorful, and is never far from a sword or dagger. Benvolio wears a mane of long hair, left wild when possible, or bound to look presentable. His bright green eyes give him a sharp gaze.  +
Berenice Velenosa +	Berenice is a creature of slim lines and subtle curves, her assured confidence lending her a statuesque air that her height doesn't quite earn. She is a classic Southern beauty, from the golden olive of her complexion to the high angle of her cheekbones to the rich darkness of her hair that falls in loose waves down to her lower back. The full pout of her lips is prone to mischievous curves. Her eyes are a dark, warm brown framed by thick lashes and given life and expression by the manicured arch of her brows.  +
Berto Tiazza +	Berto isn't a particularly tall fellow, sort of stocky by nature. Nor is he particularly handsome, with an ill-healed broken nose from an old fight, a few scars here and there, and a copious number of little burns from various issues with brewing equipment. He makes up for it with a warm, white- toothed grin and long, dark lashes that draw focus to his bright, intelligent eyes.  +
Bethany Mercier +	With a distant gaze softened by a well-arranged, amiable smile, Bethany is a strikingly pretty girl. A well-proportioned and willowy figure, carried with a practiced grace. A flawless complexion. She's the kind of young woman who is the product of a well-bred, well-lived life in the merchant class. Befitting that class, her clothing is of fine quality, but reserved -- she dresses older than she is -- and her tawny blonde hair is of indeterminate length, worn in a complicated coiled updo secured by a few fancy pins. Even though her demeanor is welcoming, there's always a sense that she holds something in reserve; her steel blue eyes are those of a woman whose soul is not easily touched.  +
Bhandn Yvar +	Bhandn Yvar is a large man; he is an exemplar of physical strength. While his height is hardly lacking, a touch under six feet, his brawn eclipses that despite his increasing age. He is a man who trains his body in grueling ways: his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his back, and his legs are all very heavily muscled, and his clothing strains slightly to contain his powerful torso in particular. That clothing has failed in the past, as darning of various quality can be seen on the sleeves and shoulders, with other repairs done on his legs as well, including a slash on his left thigh that was sewn shut by a skilled hand. He keeps his silver hair cut short, but it is roughly done, lacking the finesse and uniformity of a trained hand. As such, his tanned face is fully visible, exposing his brown eyes and stubble for all to see. A small, thin scar exists near his right ear, as well as a nick in the lower lobe of the ear itself. Strapped to his large back are two scabbards, each with a crossguard hilt poking up over his shoulder. One bears the unmistakable signs of a peacebond, and a very thorough one at that, twice as much as necessary to meet the requirement.  +
Bianca Wyrmguard +	Ethereal would be an apt adjective to describe the young Wyrmguard scholar. Often mistaken as a potential twin to her cousin Damon, Bianca maintains a certain sort of irrefutable beauty not often found beyond ancient fairytales of Arx. Shock white hair, sylph-like stature and crystalline gaze all command attention when the woman enters a room.  +
Bjorn Grimhall +	This blond young man is about average height and fairly unassuming. His hair is cropped at his shoulders and he keeps a neatly trimmed goatee. The square jaw and defined cheekbones give him a strong appearance and often make him seem menacing even when he is simply calm. What really stands out about him is the fact that one eye is pale blue and the other is golden-green. He has a lean and athletic figure speaking to quickness as opposed to brute strength.  +
Blacktongue Artiglio +	A man approaching his middle years, Blacktongue has kept most of the jet black hair, with only the barest hints of grey at the temples. He keeps his beard and moustache trimmed neat, almost stylish, though dyes it with whatever bright color suits his fancy that day. His eyes, sharp blue, pierce through the best defenses of the court, getting to the root of a person. His lithe build lends itself well to a mocking gait, or a graceful dance, usually choosing what will surprise someone the most. His smile on anyone else would be charming, but the inky hue of his tongue makes it nothing short of unnerving.  +
Blair Elricks +	Blair is a shorter girl, standing closer to five feet. Her form is slim, small and compact. Not at all like a giant like her family. But what she lacks in sheer size, she makes up for in an ever burning smile. The bright, young girl is often smiling or laughing. Intent on spreading joy when it's needed. She has longish red hair, curly, but often tied back. And her eyes are a emerald color, pure pools of it that shine bright. Her voice is a pleasant, soft one. Youthful and full of energy.  +
Bliss Whisper +	Despite her loose, windspun brown curls looping around an oval face, there's something so sharp about her; a bearing that shifts from cocky to outright impudent when she's flashing a particularly challenging smile. It's a sweetly bowed mouth, and she's on the tall side (if just), with an adorably upturned nose and slender shoulders. Her graceful carriage gives her an air of delicacy anchored by athletic legs and wide hips.  +
Blossom Corsetina +	So very far from those noble women who fuss over their looks, there lies Blossom Corsetina. Undeniably pretty and seemingly completely unaware of it, she keeps her dark, curly hair in a short, messy cut to keep it out of her way. It's even money every day whether she'll have a splotch of brightly-colored paint somewhere on her cinnamon skin or the dress she's wearing. Hazel eyes bordering on brown... it's difficult to tell, because they never stay still long enough to focus on anything that isn't a painting. She's short and slender, gifted with her family's curves, but unlike her cousins, those hips will never be a danger to anyone but herself.  +
Blush Prismatics +	The strange allure of this man is bred from the marriage of hard and soft in his features. A chiseled jawline, strong nose, and expressive mouth couple with the intense cyan blue hue of his eyes and the delicate pink tint of his wavy hair to weave beauty and brawn together in one being. An artfully kept scruff of facial hair appears effortless along his cheeks and chin. His smile is quick and easy, mirroring his seemingly natural charm, but beneath the surface is a brewing storm which he further guards through flamboyant fashions, all manner of colors adorning his lean frame.  +
Bonibel Barleycorn +	Shortish and of average build this ginger-haired woman's appearance is held more in her personality than her modest features. Wide hazel-green eyes are shrewd and expressive with heavy auburn lashes. A full-lipped mouth bears the start of lines at its corners from the constant display of emotion. Her thick hair is long and oft partially braided to keep it back off her oval face while the rest of it hangs down her back curling just above her tailbone.  +
Bonnie Shepherd +	Bonnie's got the kind of smile that makes folk nervous. Not because it lights up a room (though tis bright), but because it's so big. She keeps her lips rouged, and that wide grin shows off her white teeth and honestly looks a little like she might be considering taking a bite out of something. Or someone. It speaks of a hint of edge that is belied by her sweetly round face and big, warm eyes. Her hair is red-haloed dark and curls and waves wildly to her shoulders, and her skin is sun bronzed. She's got a strong nose with a button tip that is just a touch crooked, as if it has been smashed once or twice in her life, and a swagger to match her statuesque frame. This is no willowy woman; thighs and arms stacked with compact muscle she has no qualms about showing off.  +
Bors Keaton +	One cannot help but notice Bors Keaton when he enters a room. There is a presence to him, a severity, from the pristine, razored pate of his bald head, to the lantern jaw and bulldog neck of him. His features are blunt without being coarse, chiseled in broad planes and angles. A wide brow is bisected by dark brows that rest low over a pair of deep set brown eyes. His nose has been broken more than once, his lips full, though they are most often set in a thin line that speaks of little patience for silliness or time-wasting. He is a tall man, thick with muscle, skin pale given the frequency with which he wears armor. He is meticulous in his neat appearance, further evidence of his martial nature.  +
Bosco Caputo +	Here's a man who is probably younger than he looks. Haunted might be a good word to describe the vibe he emits; a little too hard around some edges, a little scarred and calloused on others with an oft-times far-away look when there's nothing demanding his attention. He carries himself with a posture that is at times prouder than would be suggested by his station in life. Blue eyes are pale, with a colour that feels faded and dull, lending him a hard gaze. His olive skin is no stranger to the sun, nor to injury with a catalogue of small insults writ there from blade, fire and molten metal. For all these flaws, he's not unattractive and is obviously no stranger to demanding work and effort, with an impressively sturdy build that's matched with an artisan's dexterity. Black hair is kept short but achieves a reasonable level of kemptness.  +
Brace Din +	A delicate creation of pleasing curves and slender limbs, the svelte woman carries a history told in tattoos from the neck down-- nary a spot of flesh uninked. Her hair is long; heavy and thick, desperately dark at the roots with the added detail of sun-bleached tips. And then, there were her eyes, as unflinching as a shark's black stare despite their pleasing color, lined in midnight kohl to further draw attention. All other facial details are obscured beneath the intricate chains of her mask, visage revealed only to those who can afford it.  +
Braden Laurent +	The young Laurent looks as attractive as most nobles do. A fine bone structure ensuring he has a handsome face, but given how little he seems to worry about shaving and keeping his hair perfect, he doesn't exactly fit in at high society gatherings. He always has a bit of a mischevieous smirk on his face, behind his short beard, as if he is always looking for something to get in trouble with, but in times of need, the seriousness he takes in keeping other people safe can be seen in his eyes which seem to shift colors depending on the current lighting. {w({nHe has a peppermint stick either in his mouth or in his hand, or at least so very close by.{w){n  +
Brady Grayhope +	It's hard to stay mad at that face, you know? Melting brown eyes, lips a soft pout, an impossible sweetness summoned up with the flash of his teeth -- there's a shade of the long vanished cherub in the fullness of his cheeks, in the high sweep of his eyebrows. His hair is the burnished reddish richness of polished wood, but in texture a thick, luxuriant fluff, falling in loose waves inclined to rumple. There's a reedy height to him, limbs a little overlong and matched to the leanness of his frame and the youthful innocence of his features, that lends him more of that young, unfinished look. Adulthood has surely set in, and he sometimes cultivates it by flirting with a downy mustache or beard, but there's just something about his looks that makes it hard to translate youthful scoundrel shenanigans into anything more dire.  +
Braelynn Deepwood +	Of average height and build, Braelynn is lithe and wiry. Her movements are precise and dextrous, and she seems ideally suited to long-range scouting or walks owing to her lean, healthy build. She moves with a controlled sort of grace which bespeaks a high level of activity, and her eyes rarely fail to notice important things around her. But the nigh-perpetual smile on her face gives the impression that she's not judging so much as just taking it all in. Her hair is most often pulled back in a braid or a ponytail, favoring the practical over the dramatic every time.  +
Braith Mazetti +	Clouds of black hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers.  +
Braith Sanna +	Clouds of black hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers.  +
Bran Ravenseye +	Tall and broad, Bran might not have the same spry quickness he had in his younger years, but his strength and heartiness certainly don't look diminished in the slightest, even if there are a few extra pounds that weren't there a decade ago. Long, straight hair frames a bearded face, starting to grow gray with age. He has laugh lines around eyes that seem to always be assessing those his gaze lands on, and scarred hands from years of a hard Northern life. His clothing tends to the rustic, betraying his Prodigal background quicker than any accent ever could. Furs, and hides, and sturdy northern twill make up his garments, chosen for warmth and robustness rather than ostentation.  +
Branan Dominici +	While not an overly handsome man, Branan Dominici is not exactly unattractive, with angular and aquiline features. Anxious energy and a keen attention to detail contribute to a gaze that never seems to rest unless the man is writing. Pale blue eyes are often shrouded by a fall of unkempt blondish-white hair, which complete the perpetually disheveled look he embodies, no matter how finely dressed. Dark ink stains line fingernails chewed to the quick, slender hands likewise stained. Despite spending almost all his time indoors, his Lycene heritage shows in a dusky tone to his skin.  +
Branimir Eswynd +	The first thing one can tell when they lay eyes on this hulk of a man is that he's lived. Shoulder length hair is snow white shot through with lines of black, skin is worn from long exposure to the sun. A black leather patch is worn over his left eye, the ends of a deep scar showing above and below it. The rest of him is marked with tattoos, brands and scars, a biography of flesh telling the tale of a life lived to its fullest. While age had taken some of his muscle from him, the Prodigal is still a formidable man who towers over others.  +
Brannen Harthall +	The young man with sun-kissed skin is often seen wearing an alert, possibly even stern, expression on his face. His face is framed by a mane of crisp, light brown hair and facial hair ranging from scruff to a well-trimmed beard in the same color. Working as a Knight of Solace includes spending time on the training grounds, wearing armor, and patrolling the roads. As such, he seems to bear the weight of his steel armor well, yet he does not appear overly muscled. Within the city of Arx, his appearance usually seems well-groomed and taken care of.  +
Branwen Stormfeather +	There is nothing particularly outstanding about Branwen, but that is the way she likes it. A squared jaw, long auburn hair that is typically swept up in a bun or a twist, and an athletic build. Her attempts to capitalize on that anonymity are dashed when she smiles though; it lights up her whole face.  +
Brass Not anymore +	Existing in the sort of ageless limbo that could be late twenties or early thirties, this man is possessed of several fine and serviceable features rendered attractive and compelling by the personality that infuses them. His face is a touch long and narrow, and the harmoniously vertical flow of its planes towards his close-goateed chin is broken by expressive eyebrows and the wide slash of his bright grin or unamused frown. Rangy-tall, not overly muscular, he nonetheless moves with an unrestrained and lively energy.  +
Braxas Songweaver +	Tall, almost seven feet in fact. Braxas is a lean figure, his body covered in subtle muscle tone. That pale skin is well cared for and the only real flaw to see is the scar, the one under his right eye that reaches down his cheek and up his temple. Grey eyes peer out from under arched black eyebrows the same shade of black as his long hair. That hair reaches his mid back but is cut into shorter layers in the front around his angular oval shaped face. He has a dark sort of beauty to him, the lower havlf of his face covered with a neatly trimmed and expertly groomed beard.  +
Breccan Malere +	Skin is tan from the sun with a dusting of freckles patterned here and there across the finely sculpted lines of a handsome face - large thick lashed eyes house light blue irises that border on a ghostly grey given the light. Falling loosely just beneath the nape of neck is hair of a golden auburn shade that is either kept in a tail when long or cut short with a troublesome strand or two falling before sky warm gaze. Body is tapered and cut for one who is keen on survival, back and shoulders are muscled in such a way that would suggest deft skill with a bow and legs toned to indicate swift knowledge over difficult forest terrain. Hands were lightly calloused, as if periods of labor come and go but don't always stick. There are several scars upon his body, all hidden easily beneath clothing but the most prominent that might reveal itself along his forearm is a parallel mark that looks as if something was trying to be removed.  +
Bree Harthall +	Relatively tall, this brown haired woman is of an obvious athletic frame though she still has retained some womanly curve. While she is not bulky by any means, she certainly has a good amount of muscle, toned and athletic throughout. Her skin is sun-kissed, goldened and tanned from many days under the beautiful light. A set of bright blue eyes rest at the center of her picturesque face. Young and pretty, she is generally seen with a radiant smile that really pronounces her beauty. Her gleaming smile may very well be deemed the most beautiful thing about her, and it is often on display.  +
Breidaia Ferchyn +	Blonde hair cut on an angle sweeps around her shoulders, a mixture of bleached bone and softer traces of faded straw. She parts her hair offset, and her windblown strands are usually pulled back off her striking face with a scrap of sea-bleached cloth or some kind of leather thong. Individually her features might be overpowering: strong mouth, patrician nose, a chin tapering to a pert, firm point. The sum of them is fascinating, a collaboration that speaks to the inner spirit of the woman. She delivers fearless, direct looks through eyes almost too fair and light to really quantify blue in any sense, the traces ringing her irises a bold shore of darker colour. By no means is Breidaia short or weak, and her body is a testament to an active lifestyle, with timelessly defined musculature and toned limbs that radiate fitness.  +
Brianna Halfshav +	When flattering bards sing of 'the wildfire of sunrise tresses,' they might mean Lady Brianna Halfshav. Popular southern songs singing of northern women tell how the cold north cannot contain the fire of their beauty, or the blaze of their vitality, and she fits the ideal of the songs perfectly. Her fierce blue eyes entrance, reflecting one's own soul in their intense mirth or fury. Her lush lips accentuate the rampant joy or dark fury that her lovely eyes hold. Her frame is the muse to many an artist, with soft curves and graceful lines. She takes the breath away entering a room, then fill it again with a sense of life and delight that no one can match. When one catches a glimpse of her alone, they may see the deep sadness she lets through where no one else can see.  +
Briar Marjawn +	Most of his family are tall and dexterous and Briar is no different. Long of leg and limb with a lean strength in his young body. Long pale golden hair falls down his back and he has a darker golden goatee that is often rather rough and overgrown. Broad shoulders are strong from a youth spent hauling wood and other hefty chores. He has a rugged handsome look, but is still growing fully into his tall body.  +
Bridget Pravus +	Bridget is pleasant on the eyes, but she also isn't the definition of beauty. She has a nice enough smile, but one would objectively say she is bit too tall and lanky, her eyes are a bit more gray than blue, her nose a bit too large while her breasts aren't large enough, and her straw colored hair is a bit too thin and becomes frizzy far too easily. She has fair, pale skin, and soft, uncalloused hands that distinctly indicates her noble upbringing.  +
Brier Crovane +	This woman is born of the strong stock of the North's blood, towering over most women and some menfolk by standing a few inches more than six feet tall. Her build is strong and thick, but still maintains some femininity to it. Her skin is pale and there is a scattering of scarring on her. The most notably being one by her left shoulder, and several aged cuts and burn marks of varying shapes and sizes covering her arms and hands. On her hands, there are also a number of calluses that are the aftermath of a life of hard work and dedication. Her face is round and while her eyes have a weary look to them, time has still been kind to her and keep her features gentle. Her eyes are a shade of blue that invokes thoughts of the ice and cold, and her blonde hair is bright like the sun, especially when it catches the light. It could easily reach past her shoulders and down her back. Bronze ringlets contain very loose braids and bunches of her hair that are meant to help keep it restrained and out of her face.  +
Brigid Inverno +	It was hard to miss the tall, lean figure of Lady Moore as she was a striking vision in knee high boots and clothing littered in horse or hound hair. Statuesque, the comely curvature of form was hard worked and the muscle evident throughout was a testament to lack of idleness. Skin that perhaps should have been touched by the sun given her times out of doors was a luminous ivory, hands were met with various callouses as long graceful fingers often held knicks or scars. The color atop head was a river rock sable, where light striking through highlighted soft copper tones. Being a woman of few words, most could perhaps recall the tempestuous blue of eyes holding a serenity in the swirling stormy mixture, thickly lashed to conceal many a thing that had not the right to settle on her tongue. A handsome face, liquid lines of good breeding and with a lush mouth given to the rare winsome smile complete the physical aesthetics of the Horsewoman.  +
Brigid Moore +	It was hard to miss the tall, lean figure of Lady Moore as she was a striking vision in knee high boots and clothing littered in horse or hound hair. Statuesque, the comely curvature of form was hard worked and the muscle evident throughout was a testament to lack of idleness. Skin that perhaps should have been touched by the sun given her times out of doors was a luminous ivory, hands were met with various callouses as long graceful fingers often held knicks or scars. The color atop head was a river rock sable, where light striking through highlighted soft copper tones. Being a woman of few words, most could perhaps recall the tempestuous blue of eyes holding a serenity in the swirling stormy mixture, thickly lashed to conceal many a thing that had not the right to settle on her tongue. A handsome face, liquid lines of good breeding and with a lush mouth given to the rare winsome smile complete the physical aesthetics of the Horsewoman.  +
Brigida Fidante +	It's hard to tell where the blonde in Brigida's hair ends and the white begins. She keeps it short, a round, shapely cut that fluffs little around her head like the aureole of a silvery dandelion when she does not comb it back. Her eyes are a deep green, leafy, that sometimes shows a tiny gold fleck, like sunlight dappling through the forest. What was once a rubenesque youth and beauty is now a soft rounding of age, etched with minimal lines but cast in deep grooves that highlight the strength of her cheekbones. Her nose is slightly broad, slightly flattened. Her eyebrows are a darker blond arch over her vivid eyes. She might have once been taller, but now stands rounded and small and with immense gravitas, sometimes carrying a stick.  +
Briseis Morgan +	All small things cast great shadows, and the sabre-like rigidity steeled into Briseis Morgan's posture demands the point. Petite, slight, and slender, at first glance she is disarmingly tiny, but a deeper truth betrays her in slips and glimpses: the burdened frame of her shoulders, the age alleying her young features, and the immovable set of her jaw. Dark, wavy hair crowns her head, bound in some elaborate plait, and her symmetrical face is dominated by dark, pool-like eyes -- as if the rest of her features had gathered there to drink. Her austere, immaculate appearance slouches into the entropy of her temperament -- for she is an irrepressible young woman, with fierce looks and flying hands, her hair tousled from too much touching, her sleeve hems loosened by constant adjusting. Fix, fix, fix. She is here to fix something, something big.  +
Brogan Nightgold +	Brogan the Brawler is, for lack of a better word, big. Broad shoulders, massive biceps, big and bearlike from the bulk of his chest and back to the sturdy trunks of his legs, he looks like the kind of man who drinks from a keg and then smashes the keg over his head. His eyes are pale beneath bushy red brows, often lit by joy, drink, or a kind of affable, fighting rage. He wears his hair long, a flowing mane of deep, burnished auburn streaked with bronzey light. His features are a little fine and clean for the rest of his frame: a fine straight nose, softly bowed lips, only one chipped tooth. His beard is a luxuriant affair of silky auburn red, full and plush and sometimes braided when he feels especially dressy.  +
Bron Aisling +	A tall Northerner who's genetics have been slightly watered down over time, he has a crop of sandy brown hair on his head which nicely complements his hazel eyes. Tanned skin suggests a life outdoors as do the rather tightly bunched muscles on his broad-shouldered frame. Chiseled cheek bones and a wide jaw give him an impressive smile which he uses often.  +
Bruce Valardin +	Standing a head above most other men, big and thewy, this man's stout frame speaks of a hard, tumultuous life. His rounded skull has been shorn close, dusted by a cropping of light-brown hair. Thick, short, darker hairs crest the ridge of his brow; a pair of long jagged scars cut vertically through his left brow, pale with the passage of time, but still marring his flesh forever. Below, his eyes are olive green orbs, a dark green with tinges of yellow spiralling throughout. Rugged and squared, a defined jawline and flat, dimpled chin mark the boundaries of his craggy visage. His nose is a bit small for his face, straight bridged and upturned, set above pale, fleshy lips. His skin, though naturally light and fair, has for the most part been tanned evenly by the sun during his many days in the field. He sports the sort of frame you'd expect from a farmhand, thick limbs and hard muscle hewn by years of extensive training and conditioning. A bullish neck, bluish veins visible, expands into the broad of his shoulders and the sheer width of his chest and solid torso. Powerful arms lead into a pair of meaty and calloused hands which are littered by countless pale scars and dents. Dense thighs and athletic calves taper down into his feet, supporting the man's sheer bulk.  +
Bryndis Nightgold +	Regal, everything styled and carefully cultivated to perfection or wild and experimental. Long pale hair is well taken care of, and the style it is worn in changes from day to day, sometimes from one part of the day to another as the whim takes her. While her features are classically attractive they are often schooled into a thoughtful expression, full mouth not prone to easy smiles, and instead inclined more towards a thoughtful frown. Pale blue eyes are inquisitive, always seeming to pay attention to what is going on around her, and a true window to her moods, something that she's never seem to be able to control.  +
Brynja Blackwood +	Brynja is a tall, solidly built woman who walks with predatory grace. The shape of her face is triangular, angular cheekbones tapering down to a small pointed chin. A pair of cool, tilted blue eyes study her surroundings intensely underneath her dark arched brows. Her golden blonde hair is held back in tight braids running over her scalp, with her tresses falling down to the small of her back. Though clearly feminine, their are only slight curves amongst the sinew and muscles comprising her body, giving her an androgynous appearance underneath the layers of her armor. Numerous small scars mar the rust red tribal tattoos which dance down her arms and legs, but her young visage has remained unscathed from the brutality of battle and untouched by the ravages of time.  +
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Cabrera Godsworn +	Both long and lithe, Cabrera is a man of wiry, ropy muscle, a live wire of energy that finds stillness only rarely. It's hard to say what his features would look like in stillness, except maybe when he's asleep; in sleep, boyish innocence softens the lean angles and hard edges of his face, lashes thick and dark against the deep sepia tone of his skin. Awake, he is lively and animated, his black eyes bright beneath the high sweep of thick, dark eyebrows, beneath the cropped curls that crown his head. His smile is wide, his lips full, his teeth brilliant against the dark backdrop of his skin. His muscles are those of a runner, a leaper, a swimmer, a dancer, a man who fights by wit and speed as much as strength. He has long fingers and even when otherwise still, his hands are moving.  +
Cade none +	A young man having strong masculine features, with above average height and a muscular build. Cade's appearance is somewhat of a direct contrast to his personality, except for his blue eyes, which is often described to be as cold as he is. He has long raven black hair that reaches his shoulders and is usually tied by a leather thong.  +
Cadenza Fidante +	Clad in nothing but her streaming hair, Cadenza's lean, muscular body would be a story blended of scars and sensuality, but few are so fortunate as to know that. Her sartorial tastes are deeply practical, muting the fullness of her not insignificant curves and permitting her as much freedom to move as possible. Her hair is black as midnight, and though, loose, it falls in a cascading cloud to her shoulder-blades, it is usually braided and bound. Her features are fine, delicate, with high, thinly dark eyebrows, and high, narrowly angled cheekbones. Her eyes are a brilliant, intense blue, large and framed by a dense thickness of eyelashes. Her skin is dusky gold, her lips dusky rose and full and soft beneath her fine straight nose.  +
Cadenza Velenosa +	Clad in nothing but her streaming hair, Cadenza's lean, muscular body would be a story blended of scars and sensuality, but few are so fortunate as to know that. Her sartorial tastes are deeply practical, muting the fullness of her not insignificant curves and permitting her as much freedom to move as possible. Her hair is black as midnight, and though, loose, it falls in a cascading cloud to her shoulder-blades, it is usually braided and bound. Her features are fine, delicate, with high, thinly dark eyebrows, and high, narrowly angled cheekbones. Her eyes are a brilliant, intense blue, large and framed by a dense thickness of eyelashes. Her skin is dusky gold, her lips dusky rose and full and soft beneath her fine straight nose.  +
Cadern Blackwood +	Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk.  +
Cadern Ravenseye +	Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk. {w({nA particularly flowery hat today.{w){n  +
Caelis Malvici +	Standing at five feet and six inches tall, there are certainly shorter women than Caelis. With raven black hair that drinks in the light and dark blue eyes, she's a lovely sight. Unlike her cousins her skin is a tanned honey hue from her time under the sun at sea. Lithe muscle give her the ability to move with poise sword in hand or in a ballroom. She has classic features, arched brows, full lips, heavy lashes and a nose that sports a small bump from a break at some point in her training. She wears a chemise with a toughened leather corset stamped in red birds. While she might where skirts or dresses at home, at sea or working, she prefers sturdy trousers that hug her legs and soft soled boots covering her knees.  +
Caelis Valardin +	Standing at five feet and six inches tall, there are certainly shorter women than Caelis. With raven black hair that drinks in the light and dark blue eyes, she's a lovely sight. Unlike her cousins her skin is a tanned honey hue from her time under the sun at sea. Lithe muscle give her the ability to move with poise sword in hand or in a ballroom. She has classic features, arched brows, full lips, heavy lashes and a nose that sports a small bump from a break at some point in her training. She wears a chemise with a toughened leather corset stamped in red birds. While she might where skirts or dresses at home, at sea or working, she prefers sturdy trousers that hug her legs and soft soled boots covering her knees.  +
Caera Tortorici +	A mocha dark complection is framed by loose curls of dark brown hair with streaks of black fall down to her shoulders, curling up at the very end. An oval face with soft yet angled lines has a chin that curves forward just so. While her dark brown eyes are alert, they are darkened as if by make up or not having slept well. She smiles with a coy smirk that dances on the end of her lip on the left side. Standing 4'8", her athletic form and modest curves are unaccented by her clothing, usually left loose. When she moves, it is with a smooth deliberate action that seems preplanned. She wears a long canvas and cotton coat that hangs to her knees at the back, cut to her waist in the front. A green vest is buttoned over a loose cotton blouse with sleaves that have a touch of lace, albeit, a bit worn and bare. Her dress is more pantaloons that are loose on the legs but give her mobility, yet blend fairly well in noble company. The shoes are of less well made leather, but stained and oiled a dark brown to look better than they are.  +
Caerdroc Woodbine +	Young-looking for his age except for the shades of lines around his eyes, Caerdroc's features have an androgyne cast: a softness to the lines of his jaw, a fullness to his lips, that make it take a second glance to be assured of his masculinity, particularly because he wears his long hair, most often, in braids. Yet the corded strength of his frame, his rangy height and the sturdy strength of his arms suggest startling feats of strength. His eyes are deep, a murky green-hazel that suggest the shadows of the forest he loves, offsetting the dark warmth of his smooth skin.  +
Cahal Blackram +	Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face. {w({nLately his hair has grown long enough to be swept back into a stubby ponytail and he boasts a full, but close-trimmed, beard.{w){n  +
Cahal Lyonesse +	Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face.  +
Cai Falken +	Tall and lean, Cai posses the marks of a man who has spent a lifetime outdoors. From the weathered skin, to the scars on his face to the grey-silver mane of hair that's usually kept tied back and the beard that tends to be more trimmed and short than unruly and wild. Eyes are the color of amber jewels, almost yellow in some lights to dark gold in others. His usual bearing is one that suggests a bit like someone who constantly looks like he's annoyed, even if he's the exact opposite. His steps carry the air of a man confident in his own abilities, but doesn't shout them outloud for all to see.  +
Cailean Grimes +	Cailean is just a bit over six feet tall. His skin is a clear, smooth brown. His hair is jet black and long, just below shoulder length and thick. His eyes shine a golden brown. He has a carefully groomed goatee that complements his pointed features.  +
Cain Crown +	There's a roguish charm found in Cain's enigmatic amber eyes that perfectly matches the beguiling smiles that he often graces others with. His hair is dark brown, with a touch of wildness as it flows down to his shoulders. A masculine straight nose ends above a stubble of a mustache, with his pointed chin also peppered with facial hair. Gifted with an athletic build, he doesn't seem overly strong, but remains fairly toned. When he moves, it's with a casual deftness, and the confidence one would he expect of a man that acts like he knows all that will happen next.  +
Caith Thrax +	Caith has a wind-whipped style, an elegance, and a softness to her motion, the poise of someone who is always on the edge of dancing. She wears her fine champagne-blonde hair loose in stylistically tousled waves to her shoulders, and tends to have at least one article of clothing that she can whirl about, be it skirts or a filmy scarf. Her nails are perfectly manicured, frequently carefully painted, maybe to distract attention from the signs of calluses about her fingertips. Her eyes are large and deep green, with a bright luster, and she can pull off just a killer wink. Her hand with makeup is subtle and elegant but for her habit of reaching for lip color just one shade too dark for her fair skin and soft gold hair. She is slight and slim, with fine bone structure and high, aristocratic cheekbones in her slightly narrow, angular face.  +
Caius Valardin +	He is a tall man, lean with broad shoulders and a rangy build, a body made of heavy bone and ropy tendon rather than an abundance of flesh. His hair is thick and dark and at some time his nose has been broken. Deeply set hazel eyes are shadowed by brows that are often drawn together thoughtfully over his broken beak of a nose. His features are marked with a myriad collection of small scars, most easily glimpsed on the battered knuckles of both hands, creases here and there of flat scars that ache in damp weather, especially dense across his shoulders and right side. His scars and a sprinkling of grey in his close-cropped hair and beard mark a more weathered passing of years.  +
Calandra Culler +	Her presence is an invigorating one: all richly colored skin and hair, smooth feline grace, and a voice that dives from songbird trills of laughter to depths of shadow and smoke. Her eyes are a deep, soft black -- warm, like obsidian left to soak up the sun on a summer afternoon. Her face is sculpted of long, graceful lines and sharp angles; a strength in her features that is framed by loose, inky curls. Her hands are remarkable, fine-boned and long fingered. She gestures with such easy elegance one can only assume she spent ages at practice, to appear so effortless.  +
Calarian Grayson +	Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive.  +
Calarian Wyrmguard +	Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive.  +
Calathane Drumenach +	Broad shoulders and a ruggedly-muscled body, the life of a hunter, warrior noble works exceedingly well to have added to the rich protein diet of the Northmen. Blue eyes with a speckle of green hint at more than the stoic face that smiles so easily, within there is a intellect that gleams from the shadows of a deep, guarded glen. A brad nose and lips hidden by a naturally shaped, trimmed down beard moving down to a longer bead that hangs from the chin. It is the same light brown as his hair that flows in twirling braided conformity, even when beads aren't present to keep it wound up tight.  +
Calaudrin Estardes +	There is a reedy quality to Calaudrin's height. He is swarthy, lean and a little unfinished-looking. He tends towards five o'clock shadow by two'clock in the afternoon and there's a thready gleam of silver that tousles readily in his short dark wavy hair. Weathered and brown with heavy, skeptical eyebrows, his eyes are clear and sharp and black, gleaming with a keen and unshakable intelligence. His lips are thin, his nose a hawkish hook. The bones of his face are sharp, softened sometimes by the darkness of a beard he only sometimes remembers to shave off.  +
Calevaro Stars +	This man's most recognizable feature is his hair: It is of a fiery red collor, falling down all the way to the midle of his back, appearing to be soft and silky. His body is toned, autough not overly muscular, the result of years of training and hard work. His features can be considered attractive to some people: Soft, intensse green eyes peer at the world, along with an angular, almost cimetrical, face. He moves confidently when in a crowd and, while in converssation, his eyes always look at the person to won he speaks.  +
Caliban Assacu +	Caliban is not without muscle, but the overall impression of him is slender, somewhat ill fitted to the confidence he carries himself with, as if he were unaware of the existence of larger, stronger, more dangerous people. His facial features are also a bit of a contradiction. They can best be described as 'soft angles', their appearance almost delicate, yet his skin is rough and slightly weathered, with a smattering of dark stubble along the jaw and chin that he doesn't seem particularly interested in bothering about. His eyes are a sort of muddy hazel, mostly brown shot through with edges of green that are only truly noticeable in warm lighting. Two slightly raised scars, one per cheek, trace from cheekbone to ear, so thin and straight that it's a bit of a mystery whether or not they were inflicted intentionally or as some twist of chance in the heat of combat. A determined individual might settle on "about thirty" when trying to guess at his age, but he has one of those faces that seem merely caught at "not old".  +
Calista Fidante +	Effortlessly, Calista exudes an aura of sultry trouble, a wicked glimmer in her dark eyes, an unconscious swagger in her step. Always dressed and groomed impeccably, there is always a sense of chaos around the young noblewoman. Beautiful, beyond a doubt, her dark hair falls in a tumble of thick lush waves about her slender face, accenting the Tehom-may-care grin ever present on her lush lips. The curves of her figure remain one of the great wonders of Arx, which she flaunts or covers based on her own whims. Her laugh is quick and musical, but never cruel, and the sparkle in her eye may hold infinite mischief, but never true wickedness.  +
Calithex Thex +	One could not call Calithex handsome. He is striking, utterly: tall and sleek and carved. Chiseled, each angle and line of bone beneath skin is graceful and bold -- but though he does not look the least bit feminine, the only word for him is beautiful. His mismatched eyes are full of death and darkness, and incomprehensible amusement, respectively. One is a vivid icy blue, the other a deep, dark green. His hair is silver, often kept neat and on the shorter side, slicked back to show sharp-tipped ears. Sometimes, it is painted in colors. Sometimes, he ignores it for centuries. For all this, the life in his face lives mostly in his wide, thin-lipped mouth. The angle of each curve of that mouth could be used to calculate the lifespan of entire cultures.  +
Calla Vaevici +	A saffron waterfall of sun-glazed locks spill in luminous, fiery hues past Calla Vaevici's shoulders, the palette of crimson hues extremely rare among the scions of House Vaevici and the Countess' pride and joy. Expressive amber eyes reprise some of the colors from her hair but glint with mischief of a woman who always has something to say, even if she might not share. Calla's fair skin is unmarked by the sun, the rose in her cheeks reflecting the pattern of her summer palette. Her pale, pink mouth rests in a natural pout, but rouses easily to the full spectrum of smiles. Willowy in build, she lacks any sign of a laborious life other than the minimal amount of muscle tone that comes with daily morning exercise, the contours of her figure the very character of elegance.  +
Calliope Grimhall +	Calliope is of average height, and small build. Long brown hair, with auburn hues, surrounds her delicate features. Eyes of dark green peer out of her pale face, most often hidden by strands of hair falling in front of her visage. She's dressed in current fashions, but never seems to be a trend setter, simply current.  +
Calyana Vinekeep +	A statuesque beauty who seems to be in a perpetually sorrowful state. She has silky blonde hair which exposes delicately pointed ears when drawn back. She has transfixing green eyes that remind one of a forest in summertime. Her features would be perfect if they weren't so often downcast with only the rarest sign of humour.  +
Calypso Malvici +	One could be forgiven for seeing an angel in Calypso's graceful curves and fine-boned aristocratic features, but the intensity in her round rime-blue eyes is a reminder that angels are also terrible. Her full lips and oval face cannot mask the intelligence and calculation in her gaze. Her smiles range from generous to cruel, but quiet confidence animates every expression. She often keeps her blue-black hair away from her face and out of her way. Her toned form, with its rounded silhouette, is capable of filling out the fashions of the Lyceum or bearing the weight of battle armor, as the situation demands. Her melodic mezzo-soprano voice is usually brisk and businesslike. Above all else, she embodies professionalism, for she is an officer and a lady - in that order.  +
Cambria Mazetti +	Possessing a delicate countenance, Cambria nevertheless has been described as having a particular look. One that says, 'If can master this, I can master anything this world might bring.' Blue eyes, cold and bright, with a kind of knowing deep inside them. Part of what makes her beautiful is her carriage, for she stands straight as a spear and overflows with confidence. Where others might demur, Cambria offers grins that can trap men like animals. There have been many women just as lovely, and easily thousands who were worthier, but since the world was weaned, it's doubtless there have been many quite so unforgettable as she.  +
Camilla Pravus +	Camilla is eerie sensuality, a simple glance to her gait and eyes warning a passerby the Suspire is not one they should want by their side or on their bed. And yet, the dark beauty of Setarco is hard to resist, clad in a mien of shadow and mystery. Camilla is feral swagger and sinister allure that is enhanced by gifted looks and artful use of words. More than a tryst, the courtier is the promise of something unforgettable. Physically, Camilla is notable for her pale, dotted skin and ever shifting mass of obsidian-colored hairs. Her eyes, pools of deep onyx, invite a brave one to gaze upon her soulful self, drawing attention away from her perfectly sculpted, chiseled angular features. Where most would coast on their heritage's blessing to seduce, Camilla intoxicates with airs and moves, sways and subtle quirks of brow and the corners of thick lips. Camilla's body is a dangerous hybrid of lean muscle and dramatic curves, serpentine grace gifted to her by the blood of Sins making the courtier's sensual flesh a lethal weapon in the hands of a deadly duelist.  +
Canaan Savantis +	Crowned by hair of a moderate-to-light blond color, this undeniably male figure stands somewhere around average height. Something around six feet if one had to make a guess. His posture is not particularly great, either. The hair atop is head hangs down to about the placement of an angular jaw, and is sometimes tucked behind his ears. His blue eyes are somewhat beady and subtle cracks of age show faintly around them. His left cheek sports two thin diagonal scars. A somewhat hooked nose is prominent on his face, seemingly to have once been broken, set over thin lips and a rather stout chin make up his features. His weathered skin does a good job of making him as someone near or over 'the hill' of age and the usual stubble upon his face does nothing to assist. His hands sport light callouses and a few scars, prone to tucking themselves into pockets when available.  +
Candace Corvo +	Candace is a woman of mature years set upon the path of aging gracefully, but the athletic young woman she was is still there if you know where to look. Her golden tresses have faded to ash blonde locks that she keeps chopped to shoulder length. Intense green eyes have become seawater jade, though they are no less discerning than they were way back when. Decades of adventuring have left her erect of posture, with the strong limbs and spare frame that are the hallmarks of such a life. Where others her age may have become elegant and refined, Candace is handsome and fit. Eminently practical, she always dresses for the task that needs doing, not to be seen doing it.  +
Candido Orata +	Candido is on the taller side for a man, with a naturally angular, long-limbed build that martial training has beaten away from awkwardness and given definition and grace. He's closer to thirty than twenty, though there's a boyishness to his features and lightness to his brown eyes that can make him seem younger. His brown skin is tanned dark still from a good deal of time outdoors, and he has dark hair given to fly-aways and stray curls whenever it gets longer than strict military tidiness. His face is open and expression, with high cheekbones, a prominent nose that's clearly been broken a time or two, and a short, dark beard that he plainly takes care to trim regularly. When he speaks, his accent marks him plainly as a son of the Lyceum, with a drawl specific the commons in Lenosia for those who know such things.  +
Cantus Crown +	Tall and broad, with bright green eyes and short blonde hair, Cantus a sense of barely-contained energy, like a rope pulled taut. He has the wiry build of someone who does a lot of physical labor, and the smattering of small scars across his face and arms lend further weight to that image. Quick to both smile and frown, though rarely do either touch his eyes.  +
Capri De Lire +	Brown haired and green-eyed, standing at a bit over six feet in height, this man could probably best be described as rakish. He has a square jaw and his nose has been broken twice, and there is a small scar from some fight beneath his left eye. His mouth is almost permanently resting in a confident grin. He has broad shoulders and a swordsman's build, with calloused hands and an ambling gait.  +
Caprice Artiglio +	She has about her a warmth of color -- in her firelit copper hair, in her richly complected skin. She has high cheekbones, delicate, slightly gaunt cheekbones, and above them big, bright green eyes. Those brilliant eyes are distant, her smiles elusive, beautiful. For all her loveliness, she is built like a bird: elegant in her own way, but entirely too thin. Because of her weight, perhaps, she moves lightly, each step graceful and airy, effortlessly so.  +
Cara Ashford +	A mediocre poet once compared this woman to a pearl, a far more apt description than his talent might suggest. While her skin, at least, is reminiscent of the gem in question, her features are too angular and coloring too dark to lay claim to the similarity, save in one respect: she is the product of a youth in near constant irritation, composed and lovely despite originating inside the familial-equivalent of a mollusc. Her smile is serene and offered rarely; her brows are straight as arrows and prone to lowering in concern more readily than frustration. She moves gracefully and deliberately, rarely startling, and has a habit of tangling her long pale fingers together when she's thinking deeply or fighting strong emotion.  +
Cara Grayson +	A mediocre poet once compared this woman to a pearl, a far more apt description than his talent might suggest. While her skin, at least, is reminiscent of the gem in question, her features are too angular and coloring too dark to lay claim to the similarity, save in one respect: she is the product of a youth in near constant irritation, composed and lovely despite originating inside the familial-equivalent of a mollusc. Her smile is serene and offered rarely; her brows are straight as arrows and prone to lowering in concern more readily than frustration. She moves gracefully and deliberately, rarely startling, and has a habit of tangling her long pale fingers together when she's thinking deeply or fighting strong emotion.  +
Caras Wyrmguard +	A large man, darkly handsome and with a confident and regal bearing. Well over six feet tall, he is a physically imposing figure. Most notable after his build and presence are a pair of scars on the left side of his face. One begins at his brow and mars the tanned skin of his forehead, proceeds over his eye and is lost in the scruff of his five o'clock shadow. The other bisects the left half of his mouth and curves down over his strong chin. His hair is dark and straight, flowing down just past his ears. Eyes are gray and often kind. When neutral, his face seems almost haughty but when lit up with a smile or during conversation, it is easy to see that he is a man of compassion and fellowship.  +
Carilova Nowak +	There was no shortage of peers and commoners that exhibited equal parts regal charm and everyday good-nature. Carilova was no exception, but there was a natural easiness to the way she blended and dressed for occasions. Whether it was somewhere in the lowers where clothes would be less flashy or somewhere in the wards of the great houses with dresses and gowns of the priciest fabrics, she was also dressed to leave an impression. She was blessed with a long and slender frame with curves in the right places, sleek lines in others.  +
Carissa Malespero +	Lush, loose red curls fall partway down this fair maiden's back when her hair is loose. A smattering of freckles keep her looking young, although her dark brown eyes hold a solemnity that someone her age shouldn't have to bear. She's seen much. She usually has her hair pinned into a neat bun, with a few wisps of hair escaping despite her best efforts. She moves with a careless grace, unable to help herself as she walks with her head down, humbled by life, and grateful for the pieces she's picked up.  +
Carita Darkwater +	Graceful and statuesque, Carita is a dream of snow and ice, neatly hewn as though she was created by a sculptor or jeweler. A figure of subtle curves that are built of moon bones and milky flesh in a way that may make one take pause, in a way that may make the breath catch in one's throat. Long, white-gold hair falls in soft waves down her back - not pale enough to be called platinum - with the faintest hint of lingering color. It's an ideal frame for her features, delicate and refined, that seem little more than afterthoughts with her mouth touched fragile petal pink. Her eyes are the deepest crystalline blue, like the coldest seas, contrasted only by the warmth of her smiles and the fire of her temper.  +
Carmen Harol +	This woman stands over six feet tall with vibrant green eyes and pale coppery blond hair. It is most often pulled back into a single braid and coiled on the back of her head. Strong features make her striking rather than pretty with sharp cheekbones and a rounded chin. Tall and muscular she looks like she is fully capable of picking up a soldier in full armor.  +
Carrick Squallborn +	Carrick is a taller man with medium length auburn hair that reaches to his shoulders. His hair is slightly wavy curling up near the ends. On the side of his head he tends to have a braid or two just to keep his hair from his eyes. He has a thick beard that is kept short and trim. While his moustache is kept much shorter than what is normally seen. In his left ear is a gold ring that barely circles his ear lobe the only piece of jewelry that can be seen on the man. His eyes are a blue green that have warmth to them. His skin is tanned due to all of the time he was out of sea. He has a powerful build due to all of his training and sailor days. The clothes that he favors tend to not show this instead just being worn due to how comfortable they are.  +
Casiar Cross +	Casiar is a moderately tall pale-skinned human male. He stands roughly five feet and nine inches in height. His shoulder-length deep red hair is wel kept. his eyebrows are thin and gently arched, over clear, intense soft green eyes. His nose is on the smaller side, but does show signs of having been broken a couple of times, giving it a gentle hump in its slope. His lips are full and form an understated cupid's bow. His shoulders are not particularly broad, but neither are they skeletal-thin. His arms are average for his height, other than the concentric circular tattoos running down from both of his shoulders and forming what appears to be a well inked fractile pattern on the back of each hand. Though his hands are smaller than average, and would be considered girlish, they are well kept and clean, his fingernails perfectly manacured. On his left hip, there is a fairly large scar that is roughly the width of two fingers. The scar begins in the center of his lower back, and curvs around his entire hip. It is clear that what height he has comes from the length of his legs.  +
Casimir Acheron +	Dark hair falls just past the nape of Casimir's neck in a tousled sweep; just a little too long, just a little unkempt, it's the kind of hair that perpetually needed a haircut a few weeks ago. His skin is winter pale beneath the scruff of a short and neatly trimmed beard that frames a thoughtful mouth. His eyes are bright beneath the dark lines of his brows. His irises are a cool gray flecked with the palest gold. He is lean, and not over-broad through the shoulders, though with a trim build that suggests he lifts a lot of heavy books. His hands carry an elegant strength, dextrous and clever, as well as ink stains on his first two fingers.  +
Caspian Artiglio +	Clean, young athleticism defines Caspian: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth dusky warmth of his skin, his broad, imposing frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if you could get him to hold still for five minutes. He is dynamic and rarely still, driving motion through life at high speed. His wavy black hair is worn thick and long, his sloe-dark eyes often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival.  +
Caspian Ru'Taul +	Clean, youthful athleticism defines this man: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth, dusky warmth of his skin, his broad frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if he would hold still for five minutes. Despite his bulk, he is light on his feet, movements imbued with the elan and dynamism of a lifelong dualist. Bound by an ebon leather cord, his thick, jet-black hair brushes his shoulders in a low ponytail, with several strands braided from front to back along the closely shaven sides of his head. A few unkempt bangs escape to frame his face, while stubble shadows his mouth and jawline. His sloe-dark eyes are often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival.  +
Caspian Wild +	Clean, young athleticism defines Caspian: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth dusky warmth of his skin, his broad, imposing frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if you could get him to hold still for five minutes. He is dynamic and rarely still, driving motion through life at high speed. His wavy black hair is worn thick and long, his sloe-dark eyes often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival.  +
Cassandra Laurent +	Tall and lean with corded muscle, Cassandra cuts a stark figure, composed and controlled. She carries herself like a weapon, with pride and strength in every stride. The bone structure of her face is both hard and elegant, with a fierce strength to her jaw beneath the planes and angles of her face. Her cheeks and the bridge of her nose reflect a fine dusting of tiny freckles. The slash of a scar is written across her cheek and jaw, further emphasizing the angles of her face. She keeps her dark hair clipped short, the roundish shape of its cut tapering to a feathering over her ears and at the nape of her neck.  +
Cassia Mercier +	Slightly above average height for a woman she stands with a slender built that causes her to look a touch willowy. Long blonde hair is sun-bleached to the color of a golden wheat field. Her eyes are such a light blue they almost appear to be made of glass. Her mouth is wide and her mouth lush, but it is usually pressed into a thoughtful moue or curved into an annoyed frown.  +
Cassian Crovane +	Cassian is the sort of man always seen with a knowing smirk, mirth dancing in his cool blue eyes. His coppery red hair sparkles in the sunlight and makes him easy to pick out on deck of his ship, especially with his long red beard. His clothes are simple and practical, but well made and durable, showing a use of money for more than just showing off.  +
Cassim Sanna +	A younger man, of light brown skin tones and grey-blue eyes that seem to hold a certain distance to them, as if he's constantly looking out to a greater more bigger picture on the horizon. His hair is kept long, braided in places with tiny bits of bone, beads, and other such accutruments. He has a beard of shorter, but similar style. One particular trait of his is he's wildly shorter then most Sanna men at a little over five and a half feet tall but built like a rock. Along one side of his face, is an intricate web-like pattern that comes down his temple and just across his eyebrow.  +
Cassima Thrax +	Whether her cloud of dark curls falls long and loose in a tumble to the midst of her back or is carefully confined into twists and braids, is remains her most dramatic feature: knotty, full-bodied, silky black, it is a riot of curls, an untamed monstrosity of curls, or a delight of curls, depending on how much effort Cassima has been wiling to undergo in what feels like an endless war with her sometimes glorious hair. Her skin is a warm, light brown, smooth and without visible blemish. Her frame is slight, cleanly angled and youthful, her curves modest. Her lips are full, almost too full for her face, beneath the soft snub of her nose. Her eyes are a deep green, dark and framed by an intense profusion of black eyelashes. Her eyebrows are thick and dark, but nicely shaped, lending expressiveness to eyes that already express much.  +
Cassimir Inverno +	On the whole, Cassimir is in complete possession of himself. His posture is strict, his attire is comprised of the finest fabrics and fashioned to the current trends, and each wavy hair upon his head has been tamed and shaped to sculpture-like perfection. He is relatively tall, broad of shoulder, and lean in frame. Irises are soft jade in hue, though others might not necessarily recall it. His eyes are ever trained upon the ground he moves, thinks, and sometimes when he speaks.  +
Cassiopeia Leporidae +	Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips.  +
Cassiopeia Proscipi +	Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips.  +
Cassiopeia Vaevici +	Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips.  +
Cassius Nightgold +	Cassius tends toward the lighter side of typical Northern coloring, with red-touched blonde hair and ice-blue eyes so frost pale they're almost gray. His jawline is classically squared, but he's less handsome than the sum of his features. Broad of shoulder and quite tall as well, Cassius is built for violence, despite what he would have people think. There's something simply off with the intense focus of his gaze, the tightness of his jaw, the rigidity of his posture, as if he's constantly on the edge of losing his temper.  +
Cassius Pravus +	Cassius tends toward the lighter side of typical Northern coloring, with red-touched blonde hair and ice-blue eyes so frost pale they're almost gray. His jawline is classically squared, but he's less handsome than the sum of his features. Broad of shoulder and quite tall as well, Cassius is built for violence, despite what he would have people think. There's something simply off with the intense focus of his gaze, the tightness of his jaw, the rigidity of his posture, as if he's constantly on the edge of losing his temper.  +
Castiel Thrax +	This man seems to be in his early twenties at most, long haired and bronze skinned. His eyes are a pale grey, inquisitive and often engaged in long stares at whatever occupies his attention, not quite frowning yet rarely openly emotional. His features are classically handsome, with a well shaped face with its fine bone structure and ears partially concealed under the strands of ebony hair that contrasts with his pale complexion. He stands at just over six feet of height all in all, carrying it with effortless and practiced ease. Right now he's wearing tight leather pants over a pair of heavy boots and a silken buttoned down shirt that barely allows a silver medallion to show at its top, and a steel ring around each of his little fingers.  +
Castinus Blackshore +	Bearing of all the hallmarks that leads one to identify him as noble stock, Castinus is possessed a visage impeccably groomed and meticulously fashioned to impart lasting memory. imperious and perhaps intimidating at first glance, with a crowning of well-kempt black hair, and a striking set of eyes that stand out against the pallor hue of his skin. Vivid and impossibly blue, they can just as easy be beady with skepticism as they can be wide with some unabashed intrigue or curiosity. Swaddled by infinitely dour and grim stygian fabrics is a tall and capable frame. Rare it is, however, that he affords an onlooker much visible flesh, save for his face.  +
Castor Redwind +	Castor stands hunched, hiding, belying how tall he really is and how broad of shoulder. Hearty, haling from the norther reaches of Redrain territory, he has a mass of black curls over soft golden brown eyes. Clean shaven and youthful, a sun kissed tint to his cheeks, Cas always has a bit of outdoors on him, a twig in his hair or dirt under his fingernails.  +
Castruccio Fidante +	A tall, dark Lycene with dusky olive skin, and dark olive green eyes, his hair is deep black and falls in loose curls to his shoulders. With a regal carriage to his chin and a charming smile when its seen, his face is yet marred by a few small scars of battle. He has the broad shoulders and slim waist of a swordsman, with calloused hands to match. {w({nHe's dressed in a black leather jacket, worn overtop a white, silk tunic that's half-tucked to a pair of black, leather pants. Black leather boots and a purple cavalier's hat, pinned rakishly up at one side, complete the ensemble.{w){n  +
Catalana Kennex +	The height, the regal cast of her sculpted face, the flowing cascade of gossamer hair: Catalina is all dark gold and honey, cream and mellow warmth. Her hair is fine and silky, a deep, burnished golden blonde. Her skin is creamy. Her golden eye makeup and the careful application of paint and fashion keep her all in the mode. Everything about her is measured and considered grace, balletic and refined. Her eyes are clear and pale blue, almost crystalline, like the clearest sea lagoon. Her voice is a low alto, honey and a whisper of smoke.  +
Catalina Rossi +	Like a warm light beneath a shade, Catalina carries herself with an understated gravitas, the sort of mien that suggests something moves beneath still waters. Slender and fine-boned, she stands just a little under five and a half feet tall, and moves with measured grace. Her features are soft and open, brow high and jaw slightly squared with a strong chin balanced by full lips and warm brown eyes. Her skin is fair, though prone to smooth tans in the sun, and rich brown hair streaked with gold from the sun reaches to just between her shoulder blades.  +
Catherine Godsworn +	The silver hair this woman wears close-cropped contrasts with the darkness of her skin and the brown of her eyes; her wrinkles are deep, but she still seems to have the energy of youth. Of average height and a solid build, it's the burnmark on her forehead that really stands out; a stylized flame, the scar creased and shiny.  +
Cato Corsetina +	Cato cuts a short, sturdy figure, bald, with a large, grey-flecked beard of black hair. His left side is visibly weakened; he walks with a noticeable limp, and often uses a walking stick to aid his gait. His right arm flashes black blotches, long-faded regimental tattoos from decades ago, and the same arm is often found holding up a rugged smoking pipe. Age weighs heavily on his features, with sun-blasted lines etched into his darkened skin. Despite this, his posture is superb; he stands straight-backed as a royal guard, with the even center of gravity of one who's spent many years in the saddle.  +
Catriona Thrax +	Locks of light brown hair curl in twists and waves down this lovely young woman's back. She has wide, clear green eyes fringed with dark lashes, soft lips and cheeks which still have the adorable roundness of youth. Her heart-shaped face is anchored by a determined little chin and, more often than not, there is a pleasant, almost amused smile upon her features. While her body is lightly curved, she has a softness to her that seems almost romantic. Every movement of her body seems to exude grace and poise.  +
Cecilia Kennex +	Cecilia is a tall, willowy woman of sylph-like features. Round penetrating eyes as changeable as the sea reveal her emotions easily beneath delicate arched brows. Her flaxen hair is long and silky, often bound in a tight braid or pinned up, its wayward wisps gently framing her heart-shaped face. She moves with captivating insouciance, as though she feels as if her beauty will never fade and she shines beyond all else.  +
Cecilli Blackwood +	Cecilli is an average-heighted woman, her build is unassuming as her almost-limping gait, the most interesting part of her posture and bodily quirks may be her penchant to be looking to the skies, the bags under her tired eyes, and the slowness of her step. Her hands are often shakey when not held to an object, and she commonly holds her gaze at half-mast, eyelids nearly closed, almost as a squint or sign of fatigue. Her hair is unkempt, in a word. While not filthy, she doesn't seem the type to brush it every day.  +
Cedarav Grisni +	With dirty blond hair of a medium length and a styled, close-clipped beard, this man is generally well-put together. Inquisitorial grey eyes examine his surroundings studiously, and lines of concentration and laughter both are beginning to peek at the corners. He's of a good height, with muscled shoulders ands arms, though his build does tend to the slim more than bulky. His hands are immaculately kept, with trimmed nails at the end of very slender fingers.  +
Cedric Primm +	Slim and elegant, with elegant hands, Cedric cuts a neat, well-dressed figure, and moves with studied, certain grace. His eyes are a murky hazel, flecked with green, beneath expressive eyebrows. His features are unusually fine, high cheek bones, thin lips and a precise, pointed chin that almost lends the shape of a heart to his face. Where these features suggest a hint of the feminine, he supplements with an excruciatingly neat goatee. His hair is worn neat, clipped waved of dark brown with hints of reddish-auburn highlight that may be teased out in bright sunlight.  +
Cefyn McAlpin +	Of average height and sturdy build, this woman is old enough to know better and young enough not to care. Her bronze-brown hair is kept in a neat braid down her back, with ribbons of blue and green woven through; her eyes are blue, set in a light-skinned face with a sprinkling of freckles. Dotted tattoos decorate her cheekbones and forehead, while a boar marks her left shoulder and a salmon marks her right, both executed with simple flowing lines and several spirals.  +
Celeste Pravus +	Steel blue is not just a poetic color for the eyes of this woman, but an accurate descriptor of the force of personality that they give insight into. Those eyes are the eyes of someone who spoils for a fight, an argument, a chance to test herself against something and betraying the confidence that she'll walk out on the other side stronger for the trial. The harder side of her found in those eyes is softened by the rest of her, blunting the impact with the waves of golden hair that fall to mid-back, the stubborn beauty of her jaw, or the rosy glow in cheeks. When Celeste smiles, the curve of her dusky pink lips can be truly infections and uninhibited, but it never quite lightens that appearance of steel.  +
Celine Valardin +	Celine is a young woman with exagerated but not unattractive features. Big and bright eyes, an ever-smiling and wide mouth, the young woman oozes personality and vibrancy with her every gesture. Slim and slightly shorter than most Oathlanders, the Valardin does not cut a commanding figure, her demeanor that of someone who wins hearts with a hearty laughter or genuine smiles. Despite her sometimes goofy demeanor, Celine's appearance is extremely well-groomed to the point of obsession, her pale locks of blonde hair combed until every thread flows perfectly with the whole.  +
Cerdensulathara Ferrier +	Razor cut blonde hair ends in a bob around her chin, framing her cherubic face. She has an aquiline nose beneath cerulean blue eyes, her lips a very pale, pale pink. Everything about her palette seems blanched and washed out. She has a lanky, boyish figure, even for not being very tall. Her mininal bust and small hips are nondescript, but scattered across her form, rarely exposed, are myriad scars from a melange of sources. {w({nHer blade has been peacebound in her hip sheath with a strip of leather cord that has dyed blue feathers attached.{w){n  +
Cerelia Pontelaeus +	A woman of average height and an easy, natural sort of beauty. Her skin has been kissed by the sun, possessing a tanned complexion that suits her well. While smiles come easily to her features, her eyes possess a certain light that suggests an ease of getting to business and a natural sense of command. Long auburn hair is often tied back to free it from her eyes, but that still does little to detract from her natural beauty and devil may care attitude.  +
Cerys Velenosa +	Its strange to see that steel shade of hair on one still in their twenties; falling in long, straight and thick waves around a sculpted dichotomy of a face. Delicate and angular in shape, with long lines and a pointed chin, strong features make up for the feminine build of the shape. A wide forehead rests over thick black brows angling cleanly up and over upturned eyes of an unusual shade nearly alaricite in color. Nose a bit large for her face, it is straight with a snubbed tip, over a wide mouth. A thin upper lip with a sharp cupid's bow tops a thicker lower lip, one corner perpetually turned slightly up; the result of a small but nasty-looking scar that tugs on the mouth, giving her a perpetual smirk. On the tall side, perhaps five foot ten or eleven, her build is strong and athletic, leaning more towards the build of a swimmer or runner and the ready stance of a born fighter.  +
Cesare Whisper +	He is a man of dark skin and dark hair -- a walking shadow, lean and rangy and dangerously handsome. His face is symmetric and sharp, with cheeks and nose like cut stone, with slanted, smoldering eyes. His lips are full, his voice raw and rich and sweet like honey. He is lithe; smooth skin disguises each twist of toned muscle. His every movement is graceful, from the arrangement of his hands on instruments to the sudden curve of his rare smiles.  +
Chanse Grayhope +	Hard, chiseled, stoney? In the Lower Boroughs few use these to describe a statue or the walls, as much as they use them to describe Chanse Greyhope. Handsome, in an utterly terrifying way, his skin is criss crossed by more scars than most companies of soldiers. His black eyes are flecked with gold, and never show any humor at all, even when he flashes a charming grin. His arms and hands are made for violence, bulging muscles and calloused fingers, looking more natural balled into fists than washing glasses. He towers over most, with broad shoulders and barrel chest that can intimidate most fierce warriors. His entire bearing demands respect, and when he speaks, it's quiet, almost gentle, making it all the more terrifying.  +
Charis Durant +	Compact of build and economical of movement, Charis moves like a person accustomed to wearing armor instead of plain linen and wool. The stance, the posture, they tell of a martial life, though time has softened some of her lines and thinned the callouses which decorate her hands. Variegated blonde hair has been cut bluntly just shy of her shoulders and is most often worn simply, with a center part and waves left to frame her face. No heart-stopping beauty, she still possesses strong, even features, and expressive eyes of a warm hazel-brown shade that complements the overall gold inspiration of both her hair and complexion.  +
Charlaine Blanchard +	In a sea of beauties at Court, Charlaine's pleasantly ordinary countenance might escape notice at first glance. However, when this young woman speaks on one of her often hidden passions, she reveals a zest for life and vibrancy that loses her natural inclination to shy away from attention. With her normally timid demeanor, it's rare for the voluptuous, brown-haired young woman to command that sort of attention, but on the rare occasions her reserve is cracked she displays an attractiveness all her own.  +
Charlaine Moore +	In a sea of beauties at Court, Charlaine's pleasantly ordinary countenance might escape notice at first glance. However, when this young woman speaks on one of her often hidden passions, she reveals a zest for life and vibrancy that loses her natural inclination to shy away from attention. With her normally timid demeanor, it's rare for the voluptuous, brown-haired young woman to command that sort of attention, but on the rare occasions her reserve is cracked she displays an attractiveness all her own.  +
Charlemagne Charon +	Gentle of movement and generously proportioned, Charlemagne's muscular silhouette is accented by an appealing layer softness that lingers both in winter and summer months. With a pallid complexion and dark hair bleached by the sun, his light skin is occasionally brought to life by an odd constellation of freckles. He speaks with a melodious Oathlands accent not always guaranteed to earn him many fans in the North, where fresh evidence of ancient crusades continues to be recovered with each spring thaw.  +
Charles Valardin +	Charles gives the impression of a growing boy; his narrow face, small jaw, and high cheekbones look more in-line with a young student. On closer inspection, his femininity is apparent; small features contrast his otherwise sturdy frame, which is more befitting of a soldier or laborer. He is otherwise plain and unexceptional in appearance, an otherwise forgettable face in a crowd, facial features arranged in a typical fashion being attractive nor unattractive. Despite his softness of appearance and the long hair curling down around his shoulders, and though lacking in grace and nobility, he holds himself with the practiced confidence appropriate of a young man of action.  +
Charlotte Wyrmguard +	Of average height, this young woman embodies the word 'pleasant'. She has a softness about her, both of curve and in the curls of her ink black hair. Her eyes are amber gold with hints of green and deep blue. Her beauty is not of the 'stunning' variety, more often labeled 'adorable', likely to her chagrin. She is animated, her features expressive, both of her temper and her joys.  +
Cherilo Menada +	Cherilo is tall, built, and rugged. He'd be handsome if he took care of his appearance and posture. Despite his broad chest from years of carpentry, he hunches just enough to fade into the background of any scene. His hair is short and matted low to the top of his head. He wears large glasses with a strap, and generally wears simple muted colors and sturdy-yet-weathered clothing. He speaks clearly and eloquently, in a soft, unexpectedly musical voice.  +
Chiara Tavetti +	A petite, pixie-like woman with short, mahogany brown hair framing a narrow face, she stands a few inches over five feet tall. Thin brows arch over grey-blue eyes, her skin is pale, and she carries herself with a quick, agile sort of grace that speaks to an athletic background. Her features are expressive, particularly her lips, which are often curved into a small smile, as though she knows something others do not.  +
Christine Kennex +	Christine isn't the short type, around 5'7'', which makes her look even skinnier than what she is. However, any image of fragility she could show, tends to disappear when she starts moving. Long brown hair cascades down her back and has brown shiny eyes, long eyelashes and a smile that can seem so innocent... or so naughty. Time seems to have been kind with her appearance, and little wrinkles touch her face. In any case, nothing that some nice make up cannot mask A thin large tattoo of an ivy grows up her right leg, up her thigh and back, and finishes as a ring around the middle finger of her left hand. Small leaves sprout from the twisted stems, some of them formed by letters instead of just simple lines. They form mostly random words, in different writings and languages.  +
Chrysanthia Chatreuxe-DeVirre +	Chrysanthia is a young woman of such bright demeanour that one would be forgiven for thinking the sun had left its place in the sky. She has a sparkle of joy in her eyes, and cadmium red hair that captures light in a spectacular corona as it cascades down her head and shoulders, an infectious laugh and an easy smile. She moves with an easy grace and a bounce in her step, exuberant in her zest for life. Her body is lithe, the softness of her curves contrasted by the toned nature of her muscles. She favours vivid floral colors such as mauves, golds and greens in her clothing and while flowers don't quite turn to face her as she passes by, no one would be surprised if they did.  +
Ciaphas Seraceni +	Striking; pale sea foam eyes shine against smooth, swarthy skin like an oasis in parched desert, a spark of life amidst the withering sands. His smile is broad and bright, a charming thing tainted by the fact that though he is a beautiful man, he is very, very aware of it. His nose is narrow and straight, his features refined and angular, his jaw rugged and dusted by dark stubble that gives him a roguish appeal, carefully tended to give him the illusion that he doesn't need to try to be this spectacular. That's just how it is. His hair is a hectic mane of warm, wild black waves at the top, and shaved down at the sides in some strange mix that can only be described as casually militaristic. He decorates himself often in radiant golds, and the brightest of ember-kissed gems as though the sun itself was draped about him like a mantle glittering at peaceful seaside shores. Tall and broad without sacrificing the grace of sleek lines and artful motion, he is a battle ready sort that paints an imposing silhouette when the need for intimidation arises. His gait has the idle sway of a man that has spent more than a few years of his life on a boat, and he never seems to be in a terrible hurry to get anywhere. After all, when you're this great, the battle will wait.  +
Ciara Wyrmguard +	A petit young lady still on the cusp of womanhood, Ciara is slender of build and feminine of curve. Her fiery red hair contrasts beautifully, almost dramatically against her pale skin. It is most often done in loose twin braids or a simple braided updo, but when left untamed falls to midway down her back in gentle waves. She has a sweet, youthful face with big cobalt-blue eyes that are framed by long auburn lashes, a pert nose that is slightly upturned and has a tendency to twitch when she is dismayed or excited, and cheeks that dimples when she smiles and flushes prettily at all but the smallest displays of emotion. Her full, rosy lips form a lush little bow and are as quick to enchanting smiles that can light up a summers day as they are to impish smirks and sulky, heart-wrenching pouts. She carries herself with the naive and playful confidence of youth, apparent in wide-eyed wonder, coquettish smiles and the teasing sway of her perfectly rounded hips. {w({nPerfume: A glittering mantle of rich golden notes: five ambers, soft myrtle, apple blossom, and carnation.{w){n  +
Ciaran Farshaw +	This young man has seen his share of battles--evident not from scars, but in the way he walks. Some old war wound has made its mark on this man's gait, leaving him with a slight, perpetual limp. Otherwise, he looks healthy and vibrant, with a fair complection and slimly athletic build. His features have a certain statuesque quality, marred only by an extended furrow in the skin of his jaw that seems to have been caused by the passing of a blade. His hair is a sleek, dark mahogany, his eyes a variegated gold-and-emerald green.  +
Cicero Malvici +	A tall, slim, athletically build man that stands just over six feet in height. His dark brown hair is well-kept and groomed, combed in a sweep over his head and down along the sides while carefully managed stubble of the same color covers hisjawline and chin to put a shadow on his jawline and lend his features an edge of maturity. Black coffee colored eyes look out from his face with a bright exhubrence and his lips can often be found in a friendly, welcoming smile. Olive colored skin covers him and seems to be free of any blemishes that his clothes cannot hide save for a few small scars on his hands and one under his left eye.  +
Cicero Velenosa +	A tall, slim, athletically build man that stands just over six feet in height. His dark brown hair is well-kept and groomed, combed in a sweep over his head and down along the sides while carefully managed stubble of the same color covers hisjawline and chin to put a shadow on his jawline and lend his features an edge of maturity. Black coffee colored eyes look out from his face with a bright exhubrence and his lips can often be found in a friendly, welcoming smile. Olive colored skin covers him and seems to be free of any blemishes that his clothes cannot hide save for a few small scars on his hands and one under his left eye.  +
Cigano Laroye +	He is about six and three-quarters feet tall and appears to be an adult. He has long raven black hair gathered into a tight glass-beaded plait, long-lashed dark gray eyes, and a bead-strung braided goatee. His skin is tan and his body's build is solid. He has a trio of sigils inked on his face, hailing to some kind of tribal ancestry.  +
Cillian Blackwood +	Not petite, but Cillian stands at five feet six inches tall. His brown hair is cut short on the sides, the top longer than the sides but it hangs a bit to the other side of his head. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. He wears simple leathers, something you find out an archer or a scout.  +
Cillian Weatherwood +	Not petite, but Cillian stands at five feet six inches tall. His brown hair is cur short on the sides, the top longer then the sides but it hangs a bit to the other side of his head. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. He wears simple leathers, something you find out a archer or a scout.  +
Cirdan Halfshav +	Cirdan takes after his mother's side heavily, looking like he'd better fit in Lycene summers than northern winters. Tall and fit, though without the warrior's musclebound frame, Cirdan combines the image of Lycene and Northman into one, as if born to embody Halfshav's heraldry of half savage, half hero. With brown eyes that know to be warm and captivating and a smile prone to mischief, one can immediately see the charmer. The thinker, however, is more subtle, glimpsed by the calm he exhibits, the attention and insight that underlies every look and word. A handsome man to be sure, and so much more.  +
Ciriel Whitehawk +	Messy nest-like hair gives an unconcerned appearance. Face is wrinkled from his life behind a forge and some would say his features are unremarkable, but the moustache is what makes his face memorable. He wears all of his trinkets wherever applicable, even after they broke. However unpractical that might be, he finds them serving their purpose.  +
Ciro Seraceni +	He is of average height, with confident posture, and a devious gleam in his gray eyes. His form is lean, and, in spite of his natural olive complexion, its fairer shade suggests he spends far less time in the sun than most of the members of his family. His face is angular, and his straight black hair generally sweeps languidly away from his features. He has a pleasant, full, Lycene-accented voice that is adept at putting those around him at ease, though prone, at times, to excitement and rapidity that can be infectious.  +
Cirroch Sanna +	Big and broad, with sturdy strength to the bulk of his arms and shoulders, Cirroch cuts a larger than life figure to go with his larger than life personality. He has heavy black eyebrows over deepset eyes that seem to frequently carry the brightness of a laugh in their deep brown depths. His hair is kept very short, clipped close to his head in a no-nonsense way. His voice booms, resonant and liquid in its depth.  +
Clara Crovane +	Clara stands at 5'2" and appears to weigh about 100lbs. Mostly smooth and silky skin takes on a milky-ivory color in the winter and a bronze sun-kissed color in the warmer months. She's thin but not entirely lacking in muscle and she moves with the grace of a tiny but determined predator. Her very long brown hair falls down passed her rear in rich waves that have lighter brown and blonde highlights to give it depth and dimension. Perhaps Clara's most striking feature though is her eyes which are glazed over and white. This can make her repulsive to some people and mysterious to others but unless she's asked she tends to ignore the attention given to them. Rumor has it her eyes are a side effect of her birth, having been born and not breathing. Others say it is a sign she is touched by the Spirits or Gods. The truth of it is that it is unknown why her eyes are white.  +
Clarisse Charon +	Her curly ebony locks cascade in deep dark ringlets voluminously down her back in thick rivulets that catch the light despite their darkness with luscious, healthy shine. This richness frames a rounder face, with warmly toned and perfectly smooth skin, her high cheekbones rosy and her full lips plump and pink. Her nose is button-cute, yet she manages to be a gentle beauty with bright, intelligent eyes the color of melting chocolate. Her figure is slender, with gentle curves, and she often wears a relaxed, affable expression.  +
Claude +	Claude has the lean, athletic build of a crafter who spends his days shaping the world into what he needs it to be. Dark hair is kept close-cropped on the sides, but left a bit longer on top in a messy, thick wave. He lacks the classic, square-jawed hero's handsomeness -- ears a little too prominent, nose not quite long enough -- but there is certainly appeal in the dramatic shade of dark brows, the warm brown eyes that almost glint amber in certain lights, a charm to his features that's more boyish than anything else, despite the full, thick beard he keeps well-groomed. His hands are rather beautiful, either because or in despite of the marks and scars that strongly indicate a lifetime of working with them. Large and strong, his long fingers hold a grace and dexterity that suggests not just strength, but the potential for delicacy and elegance.  +
Claude Crucible +	Claude has the lean, athletic build of a crafter who spends his days shaping the world into what he needs it to be. Dark hair is kept close-cropped on the sides, but left a bit longer on top in a messy, thick wave. He lacks the classic, square-jawed hero's handsomeness -- ears a little too prominent, nose not quite long enough -- but there is certainly appeal in the dramatic shade of dark brows, the warm brown eyes that almost glint amber in certain lights, a charm to his features that's more boyish than anything else, despite the full, thick beard he keeps well-groomed. His hands are rather beautiful, either because or in despite of the marks and scars that strongly indicate a lifetime of working with them. Large and strong, his long fingers hold a grace and dexterity that suggests not just strength, but the potential for delicacy and elegance.  +
Claudia Malespero +	A whole lot wrapped up in a neat little package. She's got the carefully cultivated look of someone that likes the finer things in life, has manners, might even fancy herself as someone that eventually sets trends. But there is a steel that hides beneath the silk, and a nobility of self that goes deeper than clothes and jewels. Dark brown hair is kept semi-long, and always well kept in either a straight fall down her back or carefully styled back in braids. Her dark brown eyes are wide, and might be considered doe-like, with a mouth that is designed for smiles.  +
Cleo Frost +	Taller than most men and with a curvy hourglass build she would stand out by that alone but there is so much more to her to draw the eye. Dark mahogany skin has gold overtones when reflecting the light which makes her appear almost painted. Slightly slanted wide dark eyes are framed by thick lashes and a tattoo of a white ink line starts on her forehead above each sharp eyebrow and descends vertically over her eyelids and down to sharp cheek bones. Her jaw is slender and angular down to a delicate rounded chin. A short straight nose with a rounded tip and nostrils flared slightly wide beneath which lies full bow shaped lips finishes off her beautiful features. Her hair is a long mane of barely controlled loose black curls reaching down to the middle of her back most of the time.  +
Clover Farshaw +	Not a tall woman, Clover manages to be petite and curvaceous at the same time. What might have been an athletic frame is instead soft and voluptuous, her hourglass curves giving her the ideal feminine figure. Evergreen eyes sparkle with a bright spark of intelligence and warmth. Her smiles are wide and easily given. Long white-gold hair is often done up in a Valardin style: braids or buns, with colorful ribbons mixed into the golden locks.  +
Clover Wyrmguard +	Standing at 5'0" in her stocking feet Clover Wyrmguard is definitely "tactical sized". She's delicately slender without much muscle definition to her form though a hint of baby fat remains. Her evergreen eyes shine with a bright spark of intelligence and warmth. Her smile is wide and easily given. Long white-gold hair is often done up in a Valardin style; braids, or buns, with ribbons mixed into the golden locks.  +
Cocine Arcuri +	A robust woman, on the taller side of average, with a sculpted tone to her that speaks of long hours and hard work. Honey blond hair that reaches the top of her shoulderblades, often pulled up into a twist or bun, with strands falling here and there to be brushed or blown away absently. Dark eyes with a straightforward, non-nonsense look that warm and lighten with mirth or amusement often. Hers is an artful appearance, with an easy gait that speaks of confidence and assurance.  +
Col Steelhart +	Tall and rakish he is a strikingly handsome man with angular features. High cheekbones lead to a squared jaw with an almost narrow chin. Cleanshaven with only a dusting of a dark haired goatee frames expressive lips. A straight nose centers his face but his eyes are his most striking feature. Steel grey they have heavy lids giving him 'bedroom' eyes just beneath straight eyebrows that tilt up at the outside edge. A high forehead leads to a lustrous mane of loose black curls. There is a presence to him that is much larger than he is, assured, commanding, confident. He is a man who is extremely comfortable in his lightly tanned skin.  +
Cole Farago +	Standing below average height, he is built solid with a sizable amount of practical muscle. He has an open, youthful face with light brown eyes and short cut brown hair, square jaw kept inexpertly shaved. There's a slight crook to the bridge of his nose from an old break, and a few miscellaneous scars on his face and cheeks. His skin is very tanned, hands work-worn and calloused.  +
Colette Laurent +	Pale. Tall. Thin. Colette is a whisp of a young woman, with an intense gaze. One who looks like a particularly strong gust of wind could blow away. She is lanky, sporting some long limbs to go with her taller frame. She seems to lack in the way of muscles, as well as womanly curves, but she makes up for it with extreme, dancers like grace to her movements. Her brown hair, neither too dark, nor too light, makes her the odd one out among her older siblings. As do her big brown eyes, which she often keeps lined with a dark khol. She has soft features, which go perfectly with her /very/ soft spoken nature. When she does speak, she speaks with an extremely thick Oathlands accent, showing she did not spend much time with anyone outside of her family growing up.  +
Conall Redrain +	Tall and lean, his muscular body is clearly that of a warrior's - pale skin marked with scars here and there as testament to past battles. Blond hair the color of winter wheat has been shaven down to the skin on both sides of his head while the top has been left to grow long and woven into an intricate braid, tied together with gold wire, and hangs down to just above the belt. Sharp eyes the color of a cloudless summer sky are set into an angular face, and this particular Northern warrior has opted for a scruffy blond goatee.  +
Conrad Drayton +	Despite being a veteran of the Gray Forest pacification campaigns, Conrad doesn't have many scars outside one across his forearm from an axe; a testament to the effectiveness of his infantry line. Cropped black hair frames a chiseled face, while a well toned body speaks of a well maintained exercise routine. While Conrad does tend to have a severe demeanor on the job and off, he does not come off as imposing; he's the first to say he's presenting an orderly example. Discipline is how he survived the campaigns, after all.  +
Constance Redrain +	Shoulder-length hair of dark chestnut brown pairs with snow-fair skin, glacial blue eyes, and blood-red lips to paint a portrait of this imperiously-featured woman. Despite her modest height, she carries herself with a regal, dignified, and perhaps even entitled aspect that makes its way into every curl of her sumptuous lips, arch of her dark brows, or narrowing of her long-lashed eyes. Her fine-boned features are more elegant than delicate, though one can be forgiven for confusing the two. Slim of body and limb, with artfully shaped collarbones raised to slender prominence, she lives long from anything athletic in build. Still, neither sticks or twigs shape her silhouette, and soft contours assert a sort of wintry sensuality to her form, more suited to the comfort of a crackling fire than the woodsy outdoors.  +
Constantine Kennex +	Tall and lithe, Constantine managed himself with a rolling grace. He moved without hurry, limbs languidly swinging to project him forward in an effortless sway. He bears a clear resemblence to the Kennex genetic line: blonde, blue eyes, fair skin. The youth even maintains a bit of that sterness his elder siblings have coined simply in his passive expressions. While his jawline is a chiseled line, there's a certain softenss to Connie's facial features. He held an intense sort of appeal to him. Often mistaken for 'brooding' by appearance alone.  +
Copper +	Petite and softspoken, this woman would fade into any crowd, were it not for the tumble of long, loose red-gold curls she leaves down to spill around her arms. With her sunkissed skin, and a generous mouth given to frequent smiles, she has a warm and charming mien. Only when one is caught by that sharp, wild gaze does it becomes apparent she is more than the pretty youth she appears to be. It's her eyes -- amber gold and brilliant as faceted topaz -- that give pause. Though her smiles warm them through and through, she can't fully disguise the lingering grief and sharp-edged cunning within. Often, her hands are hidden in gloves. When they aren't, the tips of her fingers appear oddly burnished, shining bright and metallic as if they were dipped in paint.  +
Cora Ulbran +	This woman has long auburn hair, and dark blue eyes, an upright posture and lips that easily quirk into a smile, whether it be amused or sarcasticly sweet. She stands just over five and a half foot tall, and has a tendency to wear such practical clothing as you might find in the common areas of the city.  +
Coraline Thrax +	Light brown hair has been hacked short and tufts up by her ears and at the nap of her neck, hinting that her locks might have a bit of a curl to them when longer. In the summer months, her tresses become sun-kissed and a smattering of pale freckles appear across her nose. Despite her boyish haircut, she is unable to hide the femininity of her features: wide, clear green eyes fringed with dark lashes, soft lips and cheeks which still have the adorable roundness of youth. Her heart-shaped face is anchored by a determined little chin and, more often than not, there is a smudge of dirt somewhere upon her fair complexion. While her body is lightly curved, there is strength there too and one would be foolish to underestimate her just because of the pretty package she comes in.  +
Corban Telmar +	Corban stands broad of shoulder with a warrior's muscled build, toned and built from years spent at practice for battle. He moves with a soldier's confident, easy gait, assured of every purposeful step and calculated movement. Light, colorful eyes glint brightly when the lord's features register happiness, and flash with electricity when anger overtakes his expression. He sports a smart, well-groomed goatee that covers his jaw, framing the man's handsome features pleasantly. He wears his hair longer on the top than the sides, brushed back loosely over the top of the Telmar's head.  +
Corbit Leary +	Corbit is tall and thin, though there is a wiry strength about him and sureness to his movements. His long, clever fingers almost always have ink stains, sometimes, one might even find a smudge or something similar on his nose or chin. Inqusitive, grey eyes stare out from a moderately handsome face with a strong jawline. His head is topped with a mop of unruly dark brown hair that gives him an absnet minded, boyish air. He's pale, but not the kind of pale that speaks of ill health, it more looks like he spends a lot of time inside and doesn't have the closest relationship with the sun.  +
Cordelia Grimhall +	Striking violet eyes, brilliant and wide, greedily draw all the attention, so clear and deep as to almost appear surreal. Dark ash brown tresses frequently obscure youthful and pretty features, so she keeps those recalcitrant locks carefully secured elsewhere. Once pale skin has long since darkened under the sun, developing into a luxuriously light bronze tone. The very peak of agile athleticism, elegant lines trace her short stature and slim hourglass figure. The high, clear, and gently airy timbre of her voice compliments her free and passionate demeanor.  +
Corinna Kelsey +	Corinna's is a simple, rustic sort of prettiness, with her fiery copper locks and her cheerful, flirty blue eyes. Those wild red tresses tumble in untamed waves over her shoulders, framing a face with high cheeks, a slender nose, and pouty lips that offset the airheaded expressions she tends to wear with a certain saucy edge. She is of medium height, and blessed with a buxom hourglass figure that she moves with an earthy sort of poise. When speaking, her warm, honeyed voice is beset by her words tending to tumble over one another as her volubility gets the better of her.  +
Corinne Brooks +	With her soft features, bright gold hair and sky-blue eyes, Corinne could ostensibly have made a living off of being pretty. Her curves are modest, but in all the right places. If she were sleeping eternally in a casket, a storybook prince could fairly mistake her for his beloved princess, and there are moments when she's bored or dozing off where that beauty shines through. There is an uncomfortable intensity to her gaze, maybe in the way she stares or knits her eyebrows, and she can pull off some of the skeeziest smiles. She holds herself confidently for the most part, and has a smile for the world at every turn, but something callously unpleasant and brooding lurks underneath.  +
Cornelius Blackshore +	Light flecks of silver pepper the edges of his chestnut locks. Swirling cerulean eyes that have the hints of crow's feet at the edges reflect whatever the occasion calls for. Proud nose connects him to a long line of ancestry. Smooth tongue, smiling lips and deep voice that always have the right words for any situation. Even though he's experienced the rigors of age causing a little rounding here and there, his powerful body would rival any young man. Whatever scars the man carries are not for public viewing.  +
Corrala Leary +	A kind looking woman stands before you. She reaches about 5 foot 6 in height and her regal bearing shows every inch of it. Long light brown hair hangs to the middle of her back, and a pair of large, thoughtful light brown eyes dominate her fair face. The rest of her body is slender with long limbs and a curvy torso. Her hands are slightly roughened from moderately hard work.  +
Corrigan Grayhope +	Tousled waves of dark chestnut hair fall forward over his high forehead, centered by thick, dark eyebrows whose expressiveness is dynamic. Corrigan's hair is warm in hue and soft and thick in texture, with a tendency to get into his eyes except in that perfect window of time within the first two or three days after a haircut. His eyes are unusually arresting: large, clear and pale, a light-washed green in hue, like sunlight reflected through the veins of summer leaves. His lips are thin, pale pink, with features whose planes and angles suggest an understated delicacy, which is only undercut by a tendency of his to leave his sculpted features obscured beneath gathering scruff across his jaw and chin and lip.  +
Corwin Sanna +	There are five things that Corwin can be boiled down to when looking at him. The first is his height, for he stands a full head above most men and more than that above many others. The second is hair; dirty blond locks fall down to his shoulders when not kept in a braid, and something slightly darker forms the full beard that hides much of his face. The third would be ink. Across the visible parts of his tanned flesh are lines of ink in dark blue, painting pictures on a canvass stretched wide at the shoulders and narrow at the hips to tell a story that looks cohesively scribed but mysteriously told. The fourth would be confidence, for no man of his large build moves without expecting the world to give way to his whims and wishes. And the fifth would either the joviality, the kindness, or the fierceness of his pale blue eyes depending on the situation.  +
Cosette Nightgold +	Cosette is a young woman in her late teens, standing around 5'1". She has long, light blonde hair reaching just below her shoulder blades when down, and her eyes are a shimmery blue-green that changes depending on the color she wears. Her complexion is clear and fair, and she most often gives warm smiles with a sweet, innocent vibe attached. Her build is lithe, yet feminine, and she carries herself well. Cosette often wears simple, yet pretty dresses in various pastel tones.  +
Cosimo Tessere +	A tall, plain young man whose appearance seems to stop just short of being handsome. His dark hair is often in a state of slight disarray, its dark wisps framing his angular face. His nose is long and straight, just as pointed as his chin. His build is linear and long-limbed, with little body fat or muscle. His thin lips are drawn into a mild line and his overall demeanor seems nonchalant and passive. In spite of this, he does not seem to be timid or shy, for his deep amber eyes rarely stray or wander even in moments of discomfort. The faint scent of mahogany, coffee and ink lingers in his wake.  +
Costas Voducce +	Costas is a wiry man of an athletic build found in all men of labor the world over. Commonly handsome, his otherwise manly stature is betrayed by a habitual, casual lean. Beard and scalp have been trimmed (surely with a dull knife) to the same length all round, revealing a leathery bronze complexion- the product of years toiling in the sun. These features, along the strong scent of salt spray and pitch, mark him out as a man of the sea. His dispassionate countenance reveals little of his thoughts to the casual observer, though in candid moments his tempestuous grey-blue eyes may flash with life, and an impudent smirk threatens to reveal itself from behind his lips.  +
Courage Pie +	Courage is a farm boy stuck in a soldier's clothing and given a sword. It shows. There's nothing particularly attractive about his plain features, and his musculature seems focused to his upper body from hours toiling in a field. His brown hair is cropped short and he's prone to weak grins and sulked shoulders in small company. When the pressure's on, he seems about a foot taller, at least until it's time to actually face reality.  +
Cristoph Laurent +	Tailoring -- or armoring -- mostly obscures the most dramatic feature of Cristoph's looks, the latticework of arrow scars that write pale white lines over the broad bulk of his chest and shoulders. One of those fine lines surges past his collarbone to a visible mark left on the skin of his neck. His next most distinguishing feature is the brilliant clarity of his blue eyes, their summery hue as arresting as the intensity behind them. His features are mostly even and pleasant without being drop dead gorgeous, but the expressiveness of his eyes and the dynamic mobility of his mouth lend more charm to his face in motion than it might be entitled in stillness. Tall and sturdy, his stocky frame is lent grace by the length of his limbs, and there is an energy to his carriage that suggests his dynamism.  +
Cufre Harrow +	Eyes of a deep, dark blue contrast against the porcelain pale of her skin and the wealth of her deep copper hair. She's a slip of a thing, with a quiet, lovely presence given to graceful motion and gentle emotion. There's a knowing brightness to her deep eyes, teased in the smile of her bow-shaped lips, her limbs long and willowy for her height.  +
Cullen Greenmarch +	On the tallish side, with broad shoulders and a strong frame Cullen has the bearing of a knight. In contrast to his hard body, he has a long, freckled face with fair skin and broad but gentle features. His gray eyes are warm and hold a kindness to them. He attempts to hide the softness of his face behind a well groomed mustache and beard of coppery red that is a shade darker than his similarly hued hair, parted to one side and left a bit longer on top.  +
Curran Grayhope +	Curran is a slight, wiry figure with full cheeks that suggest even more youth than he can rightly claim, wide black eyes and heavy dark eyebrows beneath his rough mop of black curls. His lips are full and dark, his nose a smashed button and his olive-dark skin dusted with freckles and dark moles in unlikely places. Not tall or broad, he moves with quiet, eerie grace, slipping through crowds or into cracks as smoothly and elusively as a shadow, or a young, hungry tomcat.  +
Cutlin Moss +	Standing a robust and tightly muscled 6', this man doesn't severely stand out. He is handsome in a stark and quiet way, and his clothing tends to be far from the ostentatious. His hair is dark brown with a few streaks of grey, and it falls almost to the middle of his back. He tends to have a few days worth of salt and pepper stubble. His skin is tanned, and he looks like he is somewhere in his late thirties, or even forty. He is clearly in excellent shape for his age, however, and is quite handsome for it. His eyes are his most notable feature, as they are a deep forest green.  +
Cybele Frost +	Over six feet tall, and with a slender frame and willowy limbs, Cybele maintains an effortless grace and economy of motion. From the golden hair cascading in waves, to the pale, almost glowing skin and the stormy eyes fixed just beyond the horizon; the Prodigal maintains an air of the Ethereal. High cheekbones and a pair of beauty marks above plush lips at the left cheek adds to the delicate and ageless beauty of the Shav. Exotic like the lights that dance in ribbons across the night sky in Everwinter. Curious, like a soon-to-be dead cat - and that, too, is visible in those elfin features.  +
Cydra Corroda +	She is a tall and sturdy-looking woman, with glossy copper red hair pulled in to an unflattering ponytail, pale skin, and a starfield's worth of freckles all over her body. She has sea green eyes framed with thick and dark eyelashes and poorly-hidden lines of fatigue. She has a heart-shaped head, and her face is lean and tight with tension.  +
Cynara +	Upon first glance, Cynara simply looks like a beautiful woman by any standard of beauty. Yet, the longer one looks at her, the stranger the shimmering red of her hair seems, less like hair at all and more like spun gemstones. Her skin is flawless, as if she were carved from alabaster instead of flesh. Her eyes, the dark gold of aged coins, are far too old for the youthful face in which they are set. Even the way she carries herself starts to seem slightly 'off' somehow as if she is moving with far more grace than should be possible for a human body. Yet, even this oddness can quickly be forgotten in just a glance as she becomes just another beautiful woman. After all, that is surely all she is...  +
Cyril Melaeris +	Lean and lithe, Cyril is not the poster boy for a Thraxian Lord. He's in fine shape, fit and has the calloused hands of an experienced sailor but injuries have long kept him at home. His left leg has been replaced by the most basic of wooden prosthetics and left him requiring a cane to walk. Scars mark the canvas of his dark, dusky skin and two fingers are missing from the man's left hand. His head is shaved bald but Cyril still sports a greying beard and mustache combo.  +
Cyrus Laurent +	The man before you is of average build, leaned more towards an athletic body that has seen its fair share of combat and strength over the years. Standing at six feet tall, he sports short-cut dirty blond hair and blue eyes. The short stubble that resides on his face shows hints of gray from his years. There is a stiff quality to the way he holds his body even in casual settings.  +
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Dacian Krosse +	With broad shoulders and long limbs, Dacian's physique can best be described as athletic with well pronounced musculature made for the hunt rather than battle. Brunette hair is worn at his shoulders, swept back and secured out of his face. His chiseled jaw boasts a neatly trimmed goatee that gives him a roguish look. Deep brown eyes are more expressive than he'd like, often giving away more than he would normally dare - though most of the time they portray him as a man with a calm that runs deep within.  +
Daemon Dracone +	Tall and fair haired, Daemon is the picture perfect representation of knightly elegance straight from the Oathlands. With shining locks of hair and a young face devoid of blemishes, his fading youth can barely be noticed against his pale skin. Catching emerald eyes are often curious or set forward in a dutiful gaze. His build is what one would expect from someone who's spent years training with both blade and social etiquette, carrying himself with regal posture while at the same time being toned to a warrior's physique. Broad shoulders compliment his more slender arms, honed to a certain finesse without losing their strength. {w({nThe man bears a crescent scar, running from his forehead to the bottom of his chin on the ride side. It looks old and has faded a bit with time. He's also sporting a new addition: A full beard!{w){n  +
Dafne Rubino-Zaffria +	Dafne is not tall, with a build that is all soft curves. Her face, too, is soft curves, with a generous mouth, and high forehead. Her skin is as smooth and unblemished as a flower petal, emphasizing her youth, and her eyes, richly-fringed with dark lashes, are brilliantly blue and unsettlingly large. She has a luxuriant cloud of black hair, its darkness making her skin appear even fairer than it is. Her expression is habitually solemn, and she has a way of staring at things--often people--just a little bit longer than necessary. --  +
Dag Frost +	Marked by stern, craggy features, Dag's face looks like the sort that's more comfortable wearing a frown. Though his skin might once have been fair, exposure to the sun and an assortment of other weathering conditions leaves it darkened and abused. Still, sharp lines and an angled jaw blend together in a somewhat flattering manner even if the latter is covered by a well-groomed beard. Obviously a matter of pride for the man, he keeps it shaped and clean as it blends into the thick mane of hair atop his head. Both obviously started out a chestnut brown, and for the most part they remain so, but exposure to the sun has left its mark, bleaching it until streaks of pale gold layer in with the darker shades. If the state of his hair and skin still left any question as to his history of laborious work, his build should lay to rest any doubts. Thick, corded muscle, broad shoulders, and a dense frame suggest whatever his vocation, it comes with a fair helping of heavy lifting.  +
Dagny Stahlben +	Long, bright auburn hair is a concession to vanity that almost seems like more trouble then it is really worth in the end, and a lot of work. Everything else about her is the image of practicality and focus on the more martial of arts. She's lithe, capable of easy movements and a strength that isn't obvious by cursory inspection. Strong brows arch over wide, vividly blue eyes that often flash with amusement and mischief. Her mouth is expressive, but often set in a neutral line, and she's got strong features with wide, high cheek bones.  +
Dagon Thrax +	Something of a surprise, Dagon remains one of the most appealing men in the whole of the realm. Strikingly handsome, his lean, sharp features outline a youthful, handsome face, full of life and vitality. His eyes, intensely deep blue, might seem cold at first glance, but his brilliant smile quickly sets one at ease, giving them a surprisingly lively glint. His build is lean and lithe, moving with confidence and surety, each motion deliberate and smooth. His black hair is kept short, mostly for convenience, allowing his attentions to be directed on more practical things. As a whole, he is a paragon of courtly virtue, easily becoming a muse for heroic ballads and art.  +
Dagon Tyde +	There are paintings all over Maelstrom depicting Donrai, the former High Lord, in his prime: a severe-looking man with austere cheekbones, a strong jaw, and cold blue eyes. To say that his grandson, Dagon Thrax, is the spitting image of those paintings would not be far off from the truth, and those that knew Donrai back then would think that they had gone back into the past upon looking at Dagon, for he is a mirror image. Except this particular side of the mirror has been distorted, and is visibly less cruel than the other. Dagon has lines from laughing rather than frowning, and while his face shows the well-earned stress of a leader, his eyes are light with the sparkle of youth all the same. His voice, when it comes, is low and reserved, but also soft and soothing. His hair has been cut well away from his eyes, and left loose in the barest of black curls across his forehead and around his ears. He bears the lean physique of a fencer, with muscles made more for action than appearance.  +
Dairen Wyrmguard +	Dark hair falls past his shoulders, worn loose more often than not, and of a brown so dark it is like black coffee. His face is long and narrow, with an angular jaw often dusted with day old stubble and a slight cleft to his chin. Dark heavy brows lend a certain intensity of expression to his deep blue eyes and a set of nicely sculpted lips are perhaps his most expressive feature, resting beneath a strong and straight nose. His build is muscular enough, with light tone apparent, but devoid of any bulk or excess, insted evoking a certain sort of sleek grace when in movement, and a sculptured ease when in repose. {w({nHis hair is caught back at the nape of his neck and a liberal dusting of dark stubble peppers the lower portion of his face.{w){n  +
Dalsam recently disowned from a wealthy merchant family +	(he/they) Dalsam is a short person with warm, medium brown skin. They have dark brown eyes and a wiry build. Their black hair is thick and curly, and they wear it long and in a ponytail. His voice is low and pleasant, and he tends to speak rather softly. He walks with a slight limp. He has long, deft fingers, often inkstained. Altogether, though, their appearance isn't especially unusual; they prefer to go unnoticed in a crowd.  +
Damaris Arenir +	A short and rather slender young woman with something of a boyish look to her; "handsome" describes her better than "beautiful." Golden hair is cut so short as to just cover the tops of her ears; her fair-skinned face is blemished only by a few scattered freckles. Large wide eyes, the pale bluish green of verdigrised copper, are veiled behind dark lashes. Her manner is serious despite her youth, but her voice light, sweet and pleasant to listen to.  +
Damiana Valardin +	Damiana was always a gorgeous woman, so much so that it was almost expected from her that she would grow to be vain and addicted to silks to compliment her stunning looks. She stands tall and her mane of blonde curls reaches the middle of her back, a cascade of gold that once-complemented her vivid green eyes superbly now frames her milky orbs, her sight gone. Effortlessly sultry, there is an air of superioriy that Damiana exudes even without trying, calling back to tales of arrogant dragons perched alone upon their nests above the land. Her slim body is not devoid of strength, but whatever lingers from her days traininig with a sword doesn't get nearly as much attention these days.  +
Damik Uhl'daja +	If one were to compare Damik'uhl'daja to a statue, they might not be wrong in the chiseled and imposing figure that he presents. The man himself is warm and alive, with golden skin and hazel eyes that shift like the seas, one moment taking on more grey-blue and the next, darkening with his emotions. The only hint of softness about him: his fine black hair and full lips. A strong brow with straight, thick eyebrows accent the narrowly shaped eyes and the straight bridge of his nose. His jaw is angled sharply, though it's often hidden under a beard. He has the body of a soldier, scars and muscles, over the entirety of his frame.  +
Damon Wyrmguard +	Boyish charm grows into sleek attractiveness, and none moreso than Damon Wyrmguard. With a wink and a smile, hearts flutter across the entire realm, his sparkling sapphire eyes alive with mirth. Hair the color of starlight hangs just long enough to be stay fashionable, and tousled enough to be rakish, with little attention necessary. His handsome jaw gives him a strong, heroic air, and he has the build of a natural warrior. His laughs abound, and his manner is easy, even when he is buried in scrolls and documents.  +
Danae Russo +	Unblemished bronzed skin and an unmistakably stern glare - two of the first things that you notice with Danae when you first see her. Possessing a strong jaw, finishing on a slight rounded chin, Danae has all the hints of youth still upon her face. Cheekbones that are barely there with their gentle rounded apple shape, but do carry a tint of red. A thinly crafted nose graces her face, ending in a slightly rounded tip and sits between two pale amber-brown eyes with two fine, thin and maintained eyebrows arching over. Her lips are sculpted in a sweetheart shape, a thin gloss of pale pink upon them. Her hair a tight binding of browns, dark and light, woven together and shine in pure light. But behind those pale amber-brown eyes, a stern glare and a curt tone can quickly manifest itself. Direct in command, clipped tones frequently within their speech. Danae's build is toned, but slight. Her shoulders no broader than typical Southport trained citizen, which is still well-toned against most others. Her sides taper in for a strong core before they curve out in feminine, graceful, roundness and lead to her svelte, but strong, thighs and legs.  +
Daniella Velenosa +	Darkly captivating eyes are the first thing to seize the attention of those looking at this Southern Princess. Her lips are full and quirk as easily into a dimpled grin as a disdainful sneer. Dark chocolate hair tumbles raucously down her back and her frame would seem ideally acrobatic if not for the generous curves of her hips.  +
Danielle Valardin +	Not quite breaking even with five feet, this young woman has three main features of note. The first is how small-boned she is both in height and weight alike. The second is the intense violet hue of her vibrant and immense eyes. And the third is the color of her hair. A sterling silver untouched by even traces of gold, she looks too young for the color, it is so silver. And yet, this is the color it comes in, all the same. Long and silken and rampantly curling tresses of it which fall to hip length. Her limbs are fine and delicately toned, but the pale gold of her skin barely reveals the fading scars of only a handful of serious fights witnessed thus far. Her curves lend to an hourglass figure, and her mouth is full lipped and pale pink. {w({nSterling curls are braided in a narrow crown around her head above the long and shining locks hanging still to her hips.{w){n  +
Dantaria Ulbran +	Small and graceful in bearing, Dantaria is dark of skin and dark of eye and dark of hair, with a preference for wearing eye-catching colour on her skin as well as in her clothing, and making it look good. With coiffure, attitudes and dress fit for a courtier rather than a commoner, she's a breath of elegance in crude surroundings.  +
Dante DiFidante +	Tall and built like a man who knows how to wield a sword on the battle field, Dante is a striking man in both appearance and personality. His coloring and features are favored in the South; warm, dark hair kept a little long is always styled off of his face which is perfectly clean shaven save for the well groomed mustache and the slender sliver of a soul's patch just below his lower lip. He keeps himself meticulously clean an is not unlike a cat in his feline movements. His prowess as a swordsman lies within his slow and steady gait, his sharp eyes and quick reflexes. He is never truly hurried but when focused on a task, Dante gives all of himself to the moment.  +
Dante Fidante +	Tall and built like a man who knows how to wield a sword on the battle field, Dante is a striking man in both appearance and personality. His coloring and features are favored in the South; warm, dark hair kept a little long is always styled off of his face which is perfectly clean shaven save for the well groomed mustache and the slender sliver of a soul's patch just below his lower lip. He keeps himself meticulously clean an is not unlike a cat in his feline movements. His prowess as a swordsman lies within his slow and steady gait, his sharp eyes and quick reflexes. He is never truly hurried but when focused on a task, Dante gives all of himself to the moment.  +
Danvir Ravenseye +	For a man, Danvir is not really tall. He actually does not look like some archetypical muscular man. Instead his frame is more lithe and compact. This does not mean lack of muscles, just not an overtly muscular man. His skin is tanned by exposure to the sun. But his most defining feature has to be that fiery red mop of messy hair he has. With bangs that almost cover his equally fiery red eyebrows. His eyes has sparse lashes and they are more of a light gray. They are also somewhat small yet it is noted that they seem rather alert at everything he looks. His nose is slightly big and straight while his lips would be found on the thinner side. If anyone would look at him from first looks, he seems to have pretty long limbs despite not really being that tall. Gives a sort of athletic feel to him but not overtly so, probably of someone who leads an active lifestyle and not much from there.  +
Dara Agassi +	There are some matters about Dara's appearance that could one could say are common in Arvum and do not stand out. After all, how many in the Lyceum alone can boast of a tanned complexion against fair skin? How many in the Oathlands might lay claim to black hair? And surely the Crownlands offers its pick of women with soft, bow-shaped lips! Could not an equal measure of Northern women be both taller or shorter than she? And for that matter can you not find brown-eyed women in the Mourning Isles? Why, then, does Dara look so different? Dara stands out because for all the commonality one might find with her features, it's still marked by the alien and exotic. Her hair isn't just black, but it's inky black with hints of darkest blue irridescence in the right light. Her eyes aren't just brown, they are so dark as to be black in all but the brightest of lights. Her cheekbones and jawline are both high and pronounced, adding a delicate look th the structure of her face, something a little different than seen on the shores of Arvum until recently. And that fair complected tan? How easily it becomes golden with just a little exposure to the sun.  +
Darby Grayhope +	Darby looks older than he actually is. He has been subjected to a hard life by accident and by choice. Standing in front of others has left its toll on the hardy man. His head is bald, by choice, the hair there shaved down to the barest stubble late in the day. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye and the strap for it is leather, tied in the back. His remaining eye is a piercing green, beneath a dark-brown, full, brow. His nose has been broken a few times and haplessly repaired. His lips are full and bow-shaped and its possible he might have been attractive if he had made better life choices. His chin is as shaved as his head, with a dimpled chin and wide jaw that meets neatly to his thick neck. There is virtually no distinction between head and neck, one flowing neatly into the other and continuing on to form broad, bulky shoulders. His frame is athletically imposing, with the advantage of a genetic breadth, and the honing of brutal practice. He is shaped like a dangerous barrel. Darby stands an inch above 6 feet, and owns every bit of it. Of note is that his right hand is normally covered in a glove and his left hand is missing the two smallest fingers.  +
Daria Mandragora +	Daria stands on the tall side of average, with long limbs and the lean build of someone whose days are mostly spent engaged in action. Strawberry stains honey-blonde hair, adding a reddish cast that is most pronounced in the sunshine, when it turns fly-away strands molten and copper. And there are a lot of fly-away strands. She keeps it cut short, its natural tendency to curl causing the ends to lift up, adding layers of texture and, occasionally, a bit of frizz. Pale lashes are often lost, a poor frame for dark brown eyes, like the smattering of copper freckles that melt into her tan most seasons of the year.  +
Darian Malespero +	Shaggy dark brown hair hangs around his face, not going much further down than collar-length, but certainly less well kept than some nobles might keep their hair. Shots of light golden streaks decorate his hair from prolonged exposure to the sun that has blanched the color from the otherwise dark locks. His skin also is tan, lines from laughter and squinting against sunlight decorate the outside corners of his bright blue eyes. There's an ease to his smiles, and a clear care taken towards being in shape, but the sort of in shape that comes from hard labor and not just playing at being a soldier. His hands are rough, decorated with scars from years weilding a blade.  +
Dariel Bisland +	Dariel's hands have never seen a hard day's work. They are neither marred by callous nor scar. They've certainly never wielded a sword. Fact of the matter is, it'd be pretty difficult to get a grip on one while wearing all of those dazzling rings! His overall dark features are masculine and influenced by a lifetime of pampering. The young man's firm, narrow jawline works to offset the soft curvature of his full lips, the loveliness of his eyelashes, and that ever feeling gaze of his -- forever lost in a whirl of abstract emotion.  +
Dario Seraceni +	Dario stands at six feet and two inches tall. His curly brown hair, usually worn rather long, almost always looks windswept, as though the man has just come in from being out at sea. He keeps himself shaved, although he perpetually looks as though he may sprout a beard, with dark stubble gracing his chin and cheeks. His dark brown eyes are piercing, and can be unnerving when settled into a squinted gaze of interest. He has a long, slender scar from the bottom of his left eye down to his jawline from some long-ago mishap.  +
Darkus Crovane +	A tall man with brown hair and blue eyes. Darkus dresses in the finest clothing he can afford be it aeterna, umbra, or luxury silks. He aims to always dress well, to show off his wealth and the respect he has earned from his years of hard labor. The exception is when he is sailing he tends to dress the part of a sailor instead.  +
Darren Redrain +	Fair of face and temperament, Darren's youthful countenance is offset slightly by a well-groomed beard, grizzled enough to satisfy his Northern counterparts, but trimmed fine enough to rival the fashions of Southern courtiers. His bright blue eyes are often kind, but not overly encouraging of familiarity. His auburn hair tends toward the vibrant reds of the north, and curls softly, without becoming completely untamed. He boasts a strong, well-honed frame, built by hard martial training, while moving with an easy grace.  +
Darrow Darkwater +	Stoic, this man's features are hardened and stern. The strict and angular lines of his face are austere and aesthetic, but hold little warmth. Severely cropped, midnight black hair is flecked with seafoam grey, prematurely. Watery, the blue of his eyes are like a deep reflecting pool, their depths tending to hold sadness despite his circumstances. Muscular, but in a manner so spare as to seem rawboned, as if food had been an afterthought in his life. His skin is fair, marked with scars left uncaringly healed.  +
Daturo Tessere +	Hours of practice have created a man of lean muscles whose already swarthy skin has been darkened even further by the sun. His dark, curly hair is kept short in a cut that is both utilitarian and fashionable as is his close-cropped beard. He carries himself with the easy, graceful air of a privileged upbringing, undercut occasionally by a rare and fleeting sadness that passes over his almond-colored eyes.  +
Dawn Grayson +	Dawn is not by any means the most beautiful woman in Arx, but she can claim the most appropriate name. With her honey skin and red-gold waves of hair, she looks to be painted in the shades of her namesake - and like the sun, the warmth of her smile is something to bask in. There's Grayson steel in her, though - in the unyielding strength of her spine, and her eyes a hazy shade of winter grey. Her brows are straight and strong, the soft spray of freckles across her sun-kissed nose a testament to the time this particular lady spends outdoors. With a lush, ruby mouth tucked in at the corners in a perpetual expression of pleasure, her delicately chiseled jaw and chin also hint at the strength beneath the sunshine. A recent scar bisects her left eyebrow and continues down her cheek. Bright and harsh and new, it keeps her mien from too much girlish cuteness and signals a narrow miss for that eye.  +
Daya Harrin +	Daya carries herself with a certain carefree air. While she is easy enough on the eyes, she lacks the refined grace and powdered beauty of noble ladies, looking every bit like the lower borough wench that she is. Her figure is ordinary, the product of a life without excess, but she bears it with a breezy ease that manages to catch the eye. She is most often found wearing the trappings of a barmaid, and her glib, shallow charm is right at home in the taverns.  +
Dayton Grace +	Dayton is blessed when it comes to his appearance, as many who inhabit Arx are. Atop his head sits a wild mop of curly blonde hair that falls to just barely graze the top of sinewed shoulders, outer strands kissed by the sun to a golden blonde while the depths of the roots seem to be more of a fair brown which also carried the the perpetual layer of thick stubble that graced his features. His gaze is a pale green reminiscent of the shallows of Stormward during the summer months when the algae is thick and it stains the throng of the tide pools that hide in nooks throughout the island's coast. He was of average height and build for a Stormward man, his figure lean but muscled from years of manual labor.  +