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| Kalila Crovane + | Kalila 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. Her very long brown hair falls down passed her rear in rich waves that have lighter brown and blonde highlights giving it depth and dimension. + |
| Kalivan Greene + | Slightly tall and slightly built, Kalivan Greene never quite seems comfortable with his height despite probably having stopped growing some time ago, absentmindedly fidgeting in a birdlike fashion whether sitting still or on the go. His shoulder-length straight brown hair is usually tied back in a single neat braid, with two equally brown lines cresting the prominent ridge of his brow. His upturned eyes are ringed darkly by many sleepless nights, the contrast made all the more stark by his parchment pale skin. + |
| Kamaria Mairelli + | Most wouldn't call Kamaria stunning, but she does seem to possess a simple beauty about her that stands on its own, complimented by an inner confidence and poise. She is somewhat petite with a lithe and willowy build testament to a lifetime of diligent but not physical work, her feminine curves modest but appreciable. Her skin is sun-kissed like golden sand, her hair a chocolate with a copper cast that can be caught in just the right light. All things considered, perhaps the thing that could be most considered spectacular about her are her two silver eyes, so strange and so smooth that they could almost be considered mirror-like in appearance. They are wreathed in thick lashes and set above a pair of high cheekbones and cherubic mouth. + |
| Kamon Vyner + | A tall youth, lanky built with broad shoulders and strong upper armss but slender of forearms and legs. His dark hair is shoulder length and falls down to frame his angular features, a pair of equally shaded eyes rest to either side of a proud hawkish nose beneath heavy brow, his jawline often teased with rough stubble. He is not quick to smile, when he does it is a crooked slant that creases the noticable scar curve under his right eye. + |
| Kanduo Enlau + | A stout individual, standing at around 5'7" tall. His face is filled with dark, angular, features complimented with a close-cropped set of black hair. His skin is a darkened tan colour, and his eyes are the deepest brown. While not muscular or heavy-set in anyway, he is not lithe and dainty. A more lean, worker's bodytype befitting him. His clothes are ratty and ill-kept. His posture is rigidly upright and almost exaggeratedly animatic in motion. + |
| Kanean Ironfoot + | Tall of stature, quiet as the wind, Kanean Ironfoot has been forged in battle. He carries the scars with pride, his keen grey eyes missing nothing. His long black hair is tied back, out of the way. His skin still pale from his months in captivity. His lean muscled frame fills out his armor, even though it's still growing. + |
| Kara Voslage + | The immediate noticeable thing about this blonde woman are her soulful green eyes, always guarded no matter the occasion. They hold hurt inside, something that seeps through despite pretty looks and a wide smile. Her hair is kept long, reaching the middle of her back, and the woman's prominent bee-stung lips and a long, pointy nose stand out among her other features. Standing at five foot six, the slender fighter is lean muscle and feminine curves, muscle tone showing the labors of training. She looks alert and fleet of foot, even if usually not drawing too much attention to herself. Inked on the left side of her torso are pitch-black tentacles that writhe up the side of her pale body, vanishing under her top. Around her wrists, and on her left cheek, the woman seems to have faint, old scars. + |
| Karadoc Saik + | Karadoc does not mind being known as the man with eclectic tastes, which others derisively refer to him as that weird guy who dresses like a beggar. He will in fact take one step forward to encourage that brand of thinking –- call him a gadabout, call him a cad, call him lazy –- call him anything but late to supper so that he might enjoy a glass of brandy and a good meal while admiring some new piece of jewelry sparkling from his finger. Life’s meant to be lived in the moment, for the moment. And right now? Life’s good. He possesses a handsome face: high cheekbones, patrician nose, mouth finely molded with a slight wry quality to it. A face that would seem more suited to the somber, thoughtful expressions most often seen carved in marble statuary, Karadoc is rarely without smug grin or warm smile -- as though he’s caught onto the punchline of some private joke. Dark brown hair is left long and loose, nearly to his shoulders. Ruffled by the wind, raked back by his fingers, or left tousled. By far his most arresting feature are his eyes: a piercing blue that, in some incalculable way, can transform what seemed like a condescending smirk into something earnest and genuine. His voice can undergo a similar adjustment -- in one moment a warm drawl that’s taunting in its nonchalance, and by the next cool and crisp and filled with shrewd intelligence. Karadoc _knows_ how a noble should speak and act, but he doesn’t exactly care. + |
| Karadoc Tessere + | Karadoc does not mind being known as the man with eclectic tastes, which others derisively refer to him as that weird guy who dresses like a beggar. He will in fact take one step forward to encourage that brand of thinking –- call him a gadabout, call him a cad, call him lazy –- call him anything but late to supper so that he might enjoy a glass of brandy and a good meal while admiring some new piece of jewelry sparkling from his finger. Life’s meant to be lived in the moment, for the moment. And right now? Life’s good. He possesses a handsome face: high cheekbones, patrician nose, mouth finely molded with a slight wry quality to it. A face that would seem more suited to the somber, thoughtful expressions most often seen carved in marble statuary, Karadoc is rarely without smug grin or warm smile -- as though he’s caught onto the punchline of some private joke. Dark brown hair is left long and loose, nearly to his shoulders. Ruffled by the wind, raked back by his fingers, or left tousled. By far his most arresting feature are his eyes: a piercing blue that, in some incalculable way, can transform what seemed like a condescending smirk into something earnest and genuine. His voice can undergo a similar adjustment -- in one moment a warm drawl that’s taunting in its nonchalance, and by the next cool and crisp and filled with shrewd intelligence. Karadoc _knows_ how a noble should speak and act, but he doesn’t exactly care. + |
| Karak Crown + | With a smaller height than most men, this man is still bulky with two large shoulders, but seems more than endurant. His square shaped head has long, rough, red hair reaching to his shoulders, a large beard and two big eyebrows of the same color, contrasting with his two piercing dark blue eyes. He's also a loudmouth with a deep, powerful and rough voice. + |
| Karina Seabright + | Autumn shades warm the complexion of this petite maiden, aspects of the season's heat tempering cool undertones. Flawless skin the hue of fine china provides the canvas upon which alluring features are limned, the most arresting among them a pair of long-lashed eyes; doe-like and ocean deep with green irises traced in blue, the emotions in them ebb and flow with crystal clarity, her mood and temperament as easily evinced as if read through undiluted glass. The regal line of a patrician nose is complemented by her mouth's lush bow, winsome dimples playing coy in their presence with every smile, only to demurely retreat with lips at rest. Allaying such a portrait of cool femininity, golden-brown tresses gleam beneath sunlight's effulgent caress, burnished waves -- when loosed -- spilling about a curvaceous form in a lustrous torrent reminiscent of a lioness's silk-spun mane. + |
| Kasa Clearlake + | Kasa is a lithe and wiry minx. Her raven black hair is usually a tangle of complex braids and woven strands that still somehow manages to look a random tangle. Intense and large grey eyes. A pale complexion and comely features combine into what could be a lovely face with more TLC. Furs and leather are her chosen attire, fitted so that she can move silently and blend in well within certain environments. There's strength in her, and her athleticism is in clear evidence. + |
| Kasinopi none + | Petite is a word that doesn't do this pint-sized minx justice, her diminutive frame delicate as expensive porcelain and swathed in milky skin that is just as pale. With the attitude of something well versed in pampered luxury, her warm velvety flesh is soft, tracing her distinctively feminine curves with barely a freckle. Narrow hips automatically give her a doll-like, top-heavy voluptuousness which is accentuated by her smooth, slender limbs that lead to fragile joints, and tiny hands and feet which display a patent aversion to labour. Framed by striking, shoulder-length coiled ringlets of burnt orange, the shade of bronze gilded carrots, that overwhelms her alabaster skin, her heart-shaped face is chubby-cherub-cheeked with a sharply pointed chin, the narrowing contrasting with her impishly wide mouth that creates deep dimples. Beneath pristinely arched and subtly darkened brows, her sultry, almond-shaped graphite grey eyes are flexed with dusky olive and spiced honey, and flank her slim, button-tipped nose. + |
| Kassandra Marin + | Kassandra is an average sized woman in her mid thirties. She has a way of just blending into the background on most occasions as she is not very memorable. She has ash brown hair that she wears loose and reaches just below her shoulders. She has gray eyes. Her complexion is fair and unblemished for the most part, however it is not unusual for her to have ink stains on her fingers. As a rule, she dresses modestly in neutral tones. + |
| Kastelon Keaton + | Kastelon Keaton is a tall man, standing just under six and a half feet. His is a leanly muscular build; a form honed to whipcord strength and agile grace. His hair is a sun streaked chestnut, a short, well maintained beard only enhances his rugged good looks. Hazel green eyes have flecks of gold, hooded as they are by thick brows. Dimples are hidden beneath is beard, his lips are thin, though expressive. + |
| Katarina Al'Muraq-Sabbat + | Hers is a most startling, extrinsic beauty to behold; sleek lines and dusky skin, silken in its youth, are the canvas of which features so delicately refined are formed. Expressive brows give way to the slant of almondine eyes hued a shade reminiscent of molten gold in which it is so very easy to lose oneself in; at least, until long, sooted lashes lower demurely. The gentle round of cheeks curves down toward the natural pout of lush, bow-shaped lips, while rich golden brown curls spill free in their riotous cascade. Possessed of an endearing smile invoked at nearly all of life's simplest of pleasures, one would be hard-pressed to catch her in anything but good spirits. In regards to her shape, she is naught but a spritely thing of lithe muscle softened by feminine curves, while an intricate array of vibrantly hued ink painted upon her skin is an ever-changing artwork when bared. + |
| Katarina Valardin + | Katarina's golden eyes gleam with amusement, and her face is rarely without a coy and knowing smile. Her typical expression is as though the diminutive, dusky-skinned woman has overheard a joke told by the universe, and only she understood the punchline. She's short of stature, but has a wide-hipped hourglass figure. The sable ringlets of her hair are usually left natural, a cloud of curls that adds a few illusory inches to her height. Some outfits reveal a large tattoo on Katarina's back: an intricate, mandala-like pointillist design that takes up her entire back, from her shoulders all the way down to her dimples of Venus. Her voice is a light, airy trill, and though some words show off a Sanctum accent in their saying, for the most part her accent is thickly stuck in the Dune Kingdoms. On most occasions, she can be seen in fine gowns that blend Eurusi and Oathlands fashion. + |
| Katarzyna Morgan + | Fey-like beauty gives Katarzyna a youthful appearance. Her long dark hair falls just beneath her shoulder blades and is often collected in a braid to help keep its thick volume under control. What's striking about her appearance upon a very first glance are her light grey eyes, a shade that can be compared to winter ice, although there is nothing cold about them. They glint with bright curiosity and complement her cheery smile by crinkling ever slightly at their corners. Her facial features are defined by a feminine nose, soft cheekbones, and a smooth jawline that delves into a sweetheart chin. She may be average in height, but there is no lack of strength in her slender frame. + |
| Katherine Moore + | Though her visage favors a demure countenance, Katherine is most comely when gracing present company with congenial laughter and smiles. Clear, ivory skin is free of blemish and a natural roseate hue persists at the apples of her cheeks. Cosmetics are wholly unnecessary, though at times she delicately ornaments the line of her eyelashes with obsidian paint, an effort to better draw out the bold hue of steely irises. When set free of ornate pins, glossy locks of spun gold hang in rivulets to the small of her back. For an additional touch, she habitually embellishes her hairstyles with red roses or ivy-wound wreaths which fill the air around her with a mild effusion of floral scents. Chosen attire trends form-fitted to better accentuate her tall, sylph like frame. + |
| Katryn Blanchard + | Warm and vivid, Katryn is a dynamic woman painted in shades of gold and sunlight. Skin tawny with the sun's weathering, she has a solidity to her of sturdy muscle and powerful arms and legs that make little doubt that she would be a threat on the battlefield, yet her trim, young frame is not overbalanced by its stocky shape, softened by modest curves. Her hair is often bound in a honeyed crown of braids, the better for pinning beneath a helm, but when loose it streams as a shining cascade to the midst of her back, fine and silken. Her features are fine, a delicacy to the angle of jawline and the shape of her nose, though the curves of her cheeks are healthy, their apples inclined to a roseate glow. Her lips are soft and plump, leaving the suggestion of a natural pout. + |
| Katya Grimhall + | Slightly above average height, and slender with long, graceful limbs she is athletic without appearing to be overly bulky. There is, however, a quiet strength to the way she carries herself and moves. High cheekbones, and a strong jawline give her face an almost feline cast to it, complete with dark, arched brow. Wide dark brown eyes are expressive, and often dance with mischief. Steady exposure to sun has tanned her skin, but it glows with the health of youth and activity. The long, loose waves of her hair are a dirty blonde with almost golden-red hues to the blonde, hair that might have been darker if not for frequent exposure to the sun. + |
| Kaya Unknown + | Calling her petite would be an understatement. Her wavy strawberry blonde hair is tied up neatly in a bun with locks of it framing her heart shaped face. She has warm honey brown eyes that sometimes can betray her emotions. Her pink lips contrasy her skin of ivory. At first glance she comes off as non-threatening, perhaps almost sweet and innocent. The type not to harm a fly but in action it is an entirely different story. (Hidden: Kaya has a black rose tattoo on her lower back. {w({nlooks sightly more plump in her features{w){n + |
| Kedehern Fortier + | A taller individual, if not a giant, Kedehern has a powerful, athletic build carved out from long hours in the salle. His dark brown hair is typically of medium length, over a trimmed beard and piercing blue eyes. The man's movements are sure, and calculated, an economy of primal motion. When he speaks, it's in a smooth baritone that seems perfectly suited for carrying over the din of battle, or extolling the virtues of his comrades at camp. + |
| Kedehern Laurent + | A taller individual, if not a giant, Kedehern has a powerful, athletic build carved out from long hours in the salle. His dark brown hair is typically of medium length, over a trimmed beard and piercing blue eyes. The man's movements are sure, and calculated, an economy of primal motion. When he speaks, it's in a smooth baritone that seems perfectly suited for carrying over the din of battle, or extolling the virtues of his comrades at camp. + |
| Keely Grayson + | Soft chestnut hair frames a heart-shaped face, dominated by large, dark eyes and fair, clear skin. The height of Keely's brow and the high sweep of her eyebrows suggest almost an attitude of permanent surprise. The overall impression favors youth over any dramatic beauty, though she tries with a careful hand at tasteful makeup. Her best features are those eyes, framed by a sooty thickness of dark eyelashes. Her second best feature is her mouth, dynamic, mobile and expressive, with lips neither too full nor too thin. As for the rest of her, she can take or leave it. + |
| Keely Keaton + | Soft chestnut hair frames a heart-shaped face, dominated by large, dark eyes and fair, clear skin. The height of Keely's brow and the high sweep of her eyebrows suggest almost an attitude of permanent surprise. The overall impression favors youth over any dramatic beauty, though she tries with a careful hand at tasteful makeup. Her best features are those eyes, framed by a sooty thickness of dark eyelashes. Her second best feature is her mouth, dynamic, mobile and expressive, with lips neither too full nor too thin. As for the rest of her, she can take or leave it. + |
| Kendrick Keaton + | He is a young, tall man. His frame is incredibly muscled, his broad shoulders and developed upper body displaying years of training. A handsome man, he boasts a strong jaw and a thick brow. His eyes are a dark hazel, often narrowed. He exudes a feeling of strength and seriousness, although relaxed in familiar company. + |
| Kenemir Crown + | Silvered dark hair is pushed back from a high brow to reveal dark eyes set beneath thick eyebrows. He looks almost a scholar at first glance, but there's surprising strength in his lean frame despite his age, and his hands are still dextrous, still strong. A scruff of dark hair covers his jaw and face, just on the edge of tipping more toward salt than pepper. + |
| Kenjay Redrain + | At just under six feet tall, this man is... nothing special, to look at at least. Probably in his early forties, he's got reddish hair and blue-grey eyes, and the sort of tan that says he's spent a lot of time in the sun. He's not overly muscled but he's got a certain solidity to him, suggesting that his build is the result of working rather than working out. His face is a good covering for the front of his head, with a nose, two eyes and a mouth; it's the sort of face that doesn't stand out in a crowd, though it does have a good jawline and strong cheekbones on closer inspection. + |
| Kenna Acheron + | Slightly on the shorter side of average at 5'4" this blonde haired woman has an infectious smile. Dimples dot each of her cheeks still plump with a hint of baby fat. Her eyes are a bright cobalt and fringed with thick dark lashes. Cheerful, warm, and golden. Kenna has a sunkissed gold tone to her skin with a hint of freckles across nose and cheek bones. Her hair is a tumultuous tumble of golden curls that hang around her face and are never quite fully tamed. + |
| Kenna Whitehawk + | Slightly on the shorter side of average at 5'4" this blonde haired woman has an infectious smile. Dimples dot each of her cheeks still plump with a hint of baby fat. Her eyes are a bright cobalt and fringed with thick dark lashes. Cheerful, warm, and golden. Kenna has a sunkissed gold tone to her skin with a hint of freckles across nose and cheek bones. Her hair is a tumultuous tumble of golden curls that hang around her face and are never quite fully tamed. {w({nWarm and cozy.{w){n + |
| Kenrith Rylas + | Initially, one might get the feel that there is nothing remarkable about Kenrith. His almost jet black hair is often messy and unkempt, despite being cut rather short. He has a slight slouch to his posture, furthermore his skin is a rather pallid and pale shade. However, upon closer inspection, he seems to have just a bit more to him than meets the eye. His facial features are soft in nature, his expression often displaying a warm, beaming smile, one that doesn't translate to simplicity or foolishness, but instead representing the ever-present optimism that radiates from Kenrith. He often stands in a welcoming and inviting position, greeting others with open arms. His body is slim, somewhat lithe. + |
| Kent Harthall + | Kents appearance and attire is a study of contrasts. He is not particularly tall standing at 5'9". His build is rather average, weighing roughly 175 pounds, though his physique it lends itself more to signs of indulgence than any great athleticism. Yet, the care he doesnt place in his overall physique is countered by other aspects of his appearance. His ebony coloured hair is gracefully wavy and comes down to his shoulders and always impeccably kept. His attire is equally a sign of contrasts, he often employs fairly humble shirts and leggings while accessorising with lavish cloaks and jackets. He carries himself with equal ease amongst the aristocracy and common folk. + |
| Kerr Deepwood + | Rangy and dark, with a rough tousle of black hair above bright black eyes, Kerr is all lean muscle and sinewy strength. His shoulders bear the breadth of the forge and the strength that defines him burns in his eyes. He has a chipped tooth that lends a rakish air to his every dark grin, and there is a broad scar lit across his cheek in a lance of puckered grey-white over his brown skin. His dark eyes are sometimes veiled by the sooty thickness of eyelashes absurdly long for a face otherwise mostly strong jaw and sharp angles. + |
| Kerr Redsteel + | Rangy and dark, with a rough tousle of black hair above bright black eyes, Kerr is all lean muscle and sinewy strength. His shoulders bear the breadth of the forge and the strength that defines him burns in his eyes. He has a chipped tooth that lends a rakish air to his every dark grin, and there is a broad scar lit across his cheek in a lance of puckered grey-white over his brown skin. His dark eyes are sometimes veiled by the sooty thickness of eyelashes absurdly long for a face otherwise mostly strong jaw and sharp angles. + |
| Keryeth Oudet + | A small classically Romantic face greets the viewer, ripe with bright velvety fey features. Sleek dark brows arch prettily above her shiny eyes that, framed by a luxurious fan of sooty lashes, are a luminous swirl of grey, green, and blue hues. Faintly almond in shape, with upturned corners, they are otherwise wide and doe-like. Her rosy cheeks have highborn bones, but they're not terribly sharp or prominent; instead, they are soft and rounded, contouring into a gentle jawline and narrow chin. A retousse princess nose leads the way to her short, well-defined philtrum that sits atop the devilish cupid's bow of a pair of pouting pillowy lips. Angelic, ethereal, and untouched. Her visage peaceful, a wholesome porcelain-doll, as if having known no strife or trauma. Lustrous hair in a vibrant shade of strawberry-blonde tumbles down beyond her sloped, slender shoulders in lazy waves, all the way to her deeply sensual lumber concave. Her milky-white skin, like that of a freshly plucked and delicate peach with its unmarred smoothness and youthful glow, stretches firm over a lean and finely-tuned musculature. She is tall but petite of bone, blessed with a sweeping hourglass figure full of lusciously inviting bends, dips, and curves. + |
| Keyser Whitehart + | Keyser is a homely woman, made up to look like something she's not. Her nose, just a little too large, her green eyes, just a fraction too close to one another and thickly lined with black makeup. The mole on her left dimple obviously painted on. Her red hair is the only thing truly striking about her, bright and vivid, most often long and loosely curling. Her smile, painted the same color as her hair, is bright and warm, but missing several key teeth to shatter the welcoming effect. Her figure is curvy, rounding in all the places it ought to, though her height is just a feather taller than the norm, perhaps due to the heeled boots she favors. + |
| Khanne Halfshav + | There is an ethereal quality to this young woman, with her willowy, delicate frame, porcelain pale skin, and eyes the color of winter morning mist. Those eyes are wide, framed by sinfully long lashes, and are often focused on some unseen point in the distance, rendering hers an oft-distracted gaze. Her smile, when it comes, is a slow, lazy thing, as if there is some amusing secret she's considering sharing. Her laughter is a quiet song, soothing and sweet, though when riled her words can exude the icy chill of the North. + |
| Khari Ru'Taul + | Khari is a demure little figure. Thin and rather short compared to her sister. Her slightly sun bleached brown hair is long, but is often tied up to make work easier. Everything about her attire seems to be geared towards a quite conservative nature, and be about practicality. Her face, most often, a blank mask, seemingly devoid of emotion. Only her light brown eyes betraying what emotions lie behind that mask. Despite being rather plain, she does seem to take a good bit of time to keep herself looking as good as she can. + |
| Kheun Harrow + | Cresting at just 5'4, this woman exudes a bright friendly demeanor. Her features are soft yet she is slender and moves with grace and poise. Her emerald green eyes are full of life and are so vibrant in color one could get lost in the forest hued iris's. Slim and agile her curves form a perfect hourglass shape without being overwhelmingly shapely. Her black silky hair falls in gentle waves to her lower back and in direct sunlight seems to hint at deep hues of purple and blue. + |
| Khloe Ulbran + | Hers is a startling and extrinsic sort of beauty to behold; soft lines and sun-kissed golden skin are the canvas of features so delicately refined, while rich mahogany roots give way to the spill of ashen waves softer than the richest of fine-spun silks in their riotous cascade. Artfully shaped dark brows give way to bewitching, angled, graphite eyes in which it is so very easy to lose oneself in; at least, until long, sooted lashes lower demurely. The gentle round of cheeks curves down toward the natural pout of lush, bow-shaped lips. While hers is a silhouette that inspires to mind imagery of delicate pixies, she is possessed of a carefree whimsy that strikes her to be larger than life. Her smile is arresting and utterly infectious, fast to arrive and slow to depart, and hers is a voice of breathtaking clarity poised to shatter even the most frigid of hearts. + |
| Kia Cyrto'Ani + | Youthful and wide-eyed Kia always has a sense of wonder about her. Her dark brown hair is kept long and loose, flowing down her back. Often she likes to keep flowers in her hair, the sweet scent following her as she goes. Her smiles are warm and come easily. Always bright and hopeful. Her skin is warm and speaks of days spent out in the sun. + |
| Kiaaleia Waters + | By her height and skin tone it is easy to guess Kia'aleia hails from the southern isles of the Thrax holdings. Several inches taller than most women, she has the sleek muscled frame of someone who works, but at something other than hard labor. Her thick black hair is always pulled back by combs, or by a colorful wide headband run from her forehead to under her hair at the nape of her neck. She has dark colored eyes, with a tilt to them that seem to soften her expression into amusement, which is often at odds with the focused set of her wide mouth. A serious laceration scar is easy to spot on the side of her neck, but may be missed when compared to the scattered scars serious as well as minor that line and dot her forearms and expressive hands. + |
| Kiano Sanna + | Kiano is a tall and well built young man having worked hard to hone his talents with the blade and furthermore keep himself in tip-top shape. His skin is a light brown color which matches the color of his eyes as well. His hair is kept short and well maintained and his darker and black in color. He can often times be found wearing his armor when it is required otherwise he prefers comfortable clothes something which he can move easily in. + |
| Kienna Commoner + | A tumult of coppery twists and tangles frame this young woman's face. Windblown locks often breeze past her freckled face and slate-gray eyes despite her fruitless attempts to tame the snarl. She looks young for for her age, in the way that the undernourished commoners often do, with a waifish wisp of a figure that strongly suggests at feminine features without outright declaring them. Fine-boned facial features give way to narrow shoulders and slender arms. Her fingers are delicate, fineboned and largely free of callous. Limbs betray no notion of strength, and despite her slim figure, she possess the tender physique of someone who has done little hard work in their life. + |
| Kiera Wyrmguard + | Though quite petite, her form possesses curves of young womanly. Grace. Long red naturally curly hair frames a fair and freckled face. Her green eyes often peer at the world with a keen perceptive intensity. She has a small nose and then pink lips which can display a kind smile when not pressed in thoughtful concentration + |
| Kieran Redrain + | Brilliant blue eyes, sparkling with mischief and humor peek out from beneath a mop of shaggy hair the color of crimson sunrise. A man of lean, athletic build, Kieran has the look of a man used to physical work, but not the rugged training of the bulky martial warriors. A friendly sort, his grin can brighten up the coldest night, alongside a rich, fiery sense of humor. Notable amongst the northern tribes, Kieran doesn't wear the full beard like most men, preferring his fair complexion to be clean shaven, allowing that smile to dominate his features. He speaks with a raucous, booming sound, his laugh echoing against the landscape. + |
| Killian Ashford + | A man of lean stature, he stands just shy of the six foot mark. He is athletic, with obvious strength in movements that betray the guarded gracefulness of a trained fighter. His skin is paler than one might expect on a man who seems no stranger to exercise, but it is the shade of his hair that might gain the most notice from a distance. Pale to the point of white, it seems not to match his generally youthful look at all. He keeps the hair in a long ponytail usually, reaching past his shoulders, framing eyes of an icey blue. He smiles often, though it is somewhat reserved and often seems as though the smile doesn't quite reach those eyes. He usually dresses in stylish though comfortable clothes, the garments often covering most of his form. The smooth paleness of a burn scar covers much of his neck, trailing up a bit onto his right cheek, just below where his beard is trimmed when he wears one. A matching scar is visible on his left temple, though smaller, and if one were to see him with more of his body uncovered he has quite a number of similar scars on his form. + |
| Kima Saik + | Kima is neither overbearingly tall nor pathetically short. As a knight with any modicum of skill, her physique is toned without being too brawny or too thin, yet still maintaining ample womanly charms. With her mane of blonde hair, and strikingly radiant eyes, Kima is more than aware of these charms, too. Upon her lips can often be found a grin that suggests she knows something the viewer does not. + |
| Kincade Blanchard + | A large surly man with a well groomed and chest-length beard. Usually found in his armor Kincade almost always smells of weapon oil, unless you're close enough to smell his beard oil. A few scars are visible and he seems somewhat hairy. Whether dressed in armor or not he is always found in the blue that drapes the halls of Chevalparc. While Kincade's barrel chest rarely sports the official crest of his house it is rarely left unadorned. His curly brown hair is just long enough to tuck behind his ears, and his flesh has bronzed from years in the sun. All his muscles are thick and he does not seem lanky at all for his tall height, instead standing more like a giant than a mere man. {w({nA weary look hangs on his tired face.{w){n + |
| Kiral Unknown + | A young man standing at the height of six feet, he bears a lean, well-muscled build with broad shoulders and callused, rough hands. His head of shoulder-length, messy black hair is kept wrapped into a ponytail, some strands of hair often hanging down over his broad forehead and low-set brows which rest over deep-set, dark brown eyes. He has high-set, prominent cheekbones and full cheeks which are covered by his stubble, which also obfuscates his angular jawline. A small, jagged and faded scar runs over his right brow vertically, up to his forehead a small ways above the brow. He is clad in a plain brown leather brigandine lined with iron plates that are riveted to the fabric, he wears this over some chainmail. His wrists are clad in some leather braces, and his hands in leather gloves. Over his thighs he wears some leather padded cuisses which are thrown over a pair of brown pants. The man's feet are clad in some simple leather boots. At his waist he keeps a simple iron longsword and a number of pouches as well as a waist satchel. At his back, a longbow and accompanying quiver are generally carried with him. + |
| Klaus Laurent + | Klaus is tall and strong, but more rakish than built up like a brick house. His good looks come with a rakish charm, high cheekbones, well shaped mouth and square-ish jaw. His eyes are a deep, arm brown and his hair a short cropped mess of black curls. He exudes a personable nature, one that extends to the keen interest in his gaze and the frequently thoughtful expression that graces his face. + |
| Klaus Thrax + | Klaus is tall and strong, but more rakish than built up like a brick house. His good looks come with a rakish charm, high cheekbones, well shaped mouth and square-ish jaw. His eyes are a deep, arm brown and his hair a short cropped mess of black curls. He exudes a personable nature, one that extends to the keen interest in his gaze and the frequently thoughtful expression that graces his face. + |
| Konstantine Harrow + | Konstantine stands nearly six feet tall. A stout man with medium-length black hair, which has been swept back away from his face. He has a strong jawline with sharp, angular cheekbones with a hawkish nose. His face is bare or any facial hair, remaining neat and professional. This man seems to carry himself with an air of confidence and certainty in his cold grey eyes. + |
| Korka Glynn + | Dark waves of ebony hair fall to the midst of her back, its shade so deep a black it carries that blue midnight gloss. The features of her heart-shaped face are well-matched to her slight, lithe athleticism. Her skin is warmed by the sun to a tanned golden, and her eyes are lively, in shade a bright, springy green. The soft bow of her lips is full and lush, with a hint of resting pout that her smile winks away in a flash of white teeth and ready humor. Stillness is rare for Korka, for her energy is a live wire of confidence, undiminished even when forced by circumstance to constraint. + |
| Krarstin Tidelord + | What was once a beautiful blonde woman, spectacular blue eyes framed with a strong, sharp jaw, is no more. The hardships of the Darkwater and years of hard battles, and barely won wars have left Krarstin sans one eye, scarred, and chipped, like a stone sculpture of perfection that has been weathered by time and circumstance. Her hard steel hair is kept high and tight, with strands often falling down around her face. + |
| Kritr Clearlake + | Over six foot tall, and resembling more of a bear than a man in his furs, Kritr is broadshouldered, over six foot tall and heavy-set, the sort of musculature and build that comes from use rather than honing specific muscle groups. He has distinctive features, a bald head and thick, bushy beard featuring a wiry mix of reds, browns and grey hairs. His face is a wealth of scars and tattoos, a series of green sigils that detract from weathered features, even hiding premature signs of old age. Scars and battlewounds also detract from the man's appearance, a swollen cauliflower ear, and nose that has been broken and reset more than once. Though time and experience have worn down the man's body, his eyes are bright, burnt sienna gaze interested and more intelligent than his heritage might suggest. + |
| Ksenia Derugin + | Ksenia paints a demure portrait with a modest height and fragile, willowy frame. Maybe it's her high cheekbones or the way she holds herself, but there is something wild and untamed about her. Her face is youthful with large round eyes of chestnut and full lips - both of which are expressive and sweet, nearly always reflecting a sombre curiosity no matter the emotion of the moment. Her skin is warm honey, and compliments her full head of soft umber hair that spills down her back in loose, haphazard waves. + |
| Kurzio Nurel + | Kurzio is rather tall, sporting long black hair that has no true sense of style, it is messy and curls wildly all around, stopping at his shoulders, and has a long fringe that hangs over the left of his face. He has a rather slender body and pale skin. His eyes are a deep silver gray, watching all things in view like a hunter studying animal migrations. His face is clean, paired with a small nose and simple lips. + |
| Kutazer Sanna + | Big, tall, beefy and dark might be the first things that come into one's mind when they first look over Kutazer. He has always been the biggest of his siblings in all ways, especially when it comes to muscle mass. Those muscles have been carefully sculpted with a lifetime of training and it shows. Typically his head is shaven bald but he has a rather nice full goatee that is proudly sported. A pair of chocolate brown eyes seem to watch over the world with a hint of weariness in them. + |
| Kyda Barron + | A clear strength radiates from every inch of this tall woman, her devotion to duty shown in muscles tried and tested, in a thickness to her limbs bred from training and experience. Her face is hard, a strong jaw and prominent nose accentuated by soulful hazel eyes that are often set in a resolute stare. Her skin is marked by battle, scars earned and worn as reminders of failures, as reasons to improve. Shortly cropped blonde hair bucks vanity in favor of usefulness. + |
| Kyden Black + | Kyden is all long, slinky limbs and trim, sylphlike features. Her serpentine figure borders on malnourished; the woman sporting a graceful, swan-like neck that bleeds down into a slender but curved body that looks as if it could dance upon the wind. Her cheekbones are gaunt and high, her face kittenish and cat-like in appearance; lips pushed up below a small nose, eyes wide and owlish. Her hair is an inky midnight, tangled to her shoulders in voluminous tendrils, chaos-cut bangs dangling in front of pupils that hold an expression stuck somewhere between trauma-induced maturity and childlike innocence. + |
| Kyler Keaton + | His is a lithe beauty, made of sharp features and practiced poise. Slender and standing five foot ten inches, Kyler's black hair and caramel skin are the perfect backdrop for a pair of astounding sapphire blue eyes. Clean shaven with a wicked smile and cultured repartee, he is the delight of most gatherings, easily able to grab hold of the spotlight and not let go. + |
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| Lailah Bisland + | Lovely but serious and studious, Lailah has the scholarly visage of an academic. Slight of build, without the honed muscles of a trained combatant, she nonetheless has inherited her parents' natural grace and winsome attractiveness. Her youthful face rarely boasts the brilliant smile she offers to those closest to her, and her serious expressions are enhanced by the old soul reflected in her deep brown eyes. Her ebony hair is often kept shorter than fashionable, in a practical cut, showing off the lovely curve and dark skin of her neck. While she downplays her beauty, she can never hide the enchantment of her heavenly voice. Even in speaking, or whisper, her voice captivates- making it all the more disappointing she rarely uses it. + |
| Lance Moore + | Lance could have stepped out of the pages of a children's book as the very ideal of a knight. Everything about the young man is perfect, he's tall, his frame still has some of the lankiness of youth but he carries it with a confident swagger. His hair is always perfect, his teeth are straight, unchipped and gleaming white. His nose unlike many of his peers, has never been broken, and there's no scars on his unblemished, sun-kissed skin. His hands while callused some from swordplay, are always clean, nails buffed and trim. Most dazzling though are his smiles, always at the ready especially in the presence of a lady. + |
| Lanei Crucible + | She stands at least a hand taller than most women, though bears that height with pride and strength. Hers is a figure that might be lissome, with fragile bone-structure and yet a frame all lean muscle tapered into perfect curves. Her features are delicate but not fragile, a straight nose and plump, expressive lips claim the gaze easily. High cheekbones betray noble lineage, and highlight the well-sculpted bone structure of her entire face. A fringe of dark lashes frame eyes that seem to shift in color, evoking visions of the southern seas. Aquamarine perhaps, they are soft blue in some lights and sun-washed green in others. Her hair is blonde, closer to golden than pale, though shifts in the light can make it more moonbeam than sunbeam. All in all, the woman presents herself with poise and confidence far higher than her station, save for the mischievous way those sea-green eyes can sparkle, and the shared mirth in the best of her smiles. + |
| Laric Grayson + | He is a handsome man, his cheekbones high and his jaw strong. He is tall and elegant, laid back and lordly, with an easy smile like a playboy's and a smoldering, lazy laugh. His eyes are the blue of a night sky -- far-off as that night sky, too -- and impossibly dark. Yet, when his gaze comes into focus, it is with an intensity and a clarity of vision that can be compelling -- indeed, overpowering. As his dark hair falls across his eyes, that intensity is again undone. + |
| Larissa Whisper + | Smokey and sultry, Larissa moves like she is ever on a prowl. Her thick dark hair frames her slender face, accentuating exotic violet eyes, alight with a wicked fire. Her lush lips are never far from an inviting smile, morphing from sweet to lascivious in the blink of her long lashes. Her figure belies a quiet strength, using her grace as armor and weapon both, without crossing the line to the truly offensive. Few can resist her utter charm, and fewer still would consider doing so at all. + |
| Lark Grayson + | It might be said that Lark walks with her nose held high in the air but it's worth noting that somebody so short must be in frequent need of looking up! Her hair is the color of hay and is most often kept short or if allowed to grow, braided up and out of the way. Her eyes are large, ominously dark, and indicative of a great many thoughts and feelings that go unspoken. Her countenance, a trait for which she is best remembered, is a near-constant display of steely reservation. Her sense of fashion is humble and generally unremarkable but always appropriate for her station. + |
| Lasalle Fontblanc + | Lasalle isn't quite what you might expect from someone wearing the tabard of a Roseward guardsmen. Sure, he is well proportioned physically for the role with his thickly muscled limbs, but his deep grey eyes seem almost too kind to be capable of meting out the kind of violence the uniform would seem to require, though his hands don't often stray far from the handle of the sword at his. hip. A quiet smile seems to be the default expression for the pale chiseled face that peers from beneath the curly mop of dark blond hair. + |
| Lasha Khozheer + | This dark-skinned mountain of a man stands over six and a half feet tall, sculpted of large slabs of muscle that give him a laborer's physique and a broad shouldered stance. Yet, his flesh is riddled with plenty of scars, from shallow knicks over the palms that have faded with time, to thick ropy affairs over his chest, shoulders, and back. Mixed among the past evidence of combat are various shav tattoos standing out with dark ink, including intricate depictions of sea life wrapping around his arms and legs, and others that indicate his clan and the standing within it. His face is a grizzly affair with a full, yet short kept beard while his head is left shaven down to a bald scalp. His left eye is missing, the vacant socket sewn neatly shut, while his right eye is a mossy green, clear and full of a keen awareness. His shoulders are broad, and his chest and abdomen are firm and chiseled, though his broad body makes him seem hulking despite his height. Still, long legs move with a fluidity and quickness born from a trained discipline that is seen through his proud stance. + |
| Laurel Briarsgrove + | Warm peach skin composes a countenance of high cheekbones and full lips, her nose tipped up slightly to draw attention to the stormy blue of her eyes. Pale gold hair falls in thick natural waves that I fall well past her mid-back. She's not an overly tall woman but slightly over average with a figure that as worn a little by age and hard work. + |
| Lavinia Rivenshari + | A musical tinkle follows her every motion, as into her long wavy black hair small bells have been beaded. Her dark eyes are wide-set and luminous, edged by thick lashes, and her cheekbones are well-defined without being sharp. Prone to smiles, her wide mouth has a natural rosy color while she speaks with an accent that picks her out of the crowd. She has a narrow frame with a natural athleticism and her tanned skin is perfectly smooth. + |
| Lawrence Crovane + | This man has clearly seen a lot in his years. As the weight of it all is shown in his face. He keeps an ever serious expression although it is not an unfriendly one. He is handsome enough despite being a bit on the older side. His hair a brown that was once dark but has faded with time and exposure to the sun. He is taller than average, and despite being older appears to be in great shape, despite the fact that he never seems to move with much urgency. His skin lightly tanned, as if he spends plenty of time both in and out of the sun. He almost always seems to be dressed in his armor, though when he is not he is in rather simple and comfortable cloth clothing, the kind one might wear under their armor. + |
| Lazarus Mercier + | With a devil-may-care smile and aplomb not easily matched, Lazarus can be easily mistaken for an ostentatious prince at a glance. His hair is a stylish blonde tumble, and his cerulean blue eyes are bright with confidence. His face is oval in shape, his features soft instead of chiseled, but containing youthful comeliness which still draws the eye. His pale countenance is smooth and unblemished, likely not often exposed to the harshness of the sun or the elements and carefully kept immaculate. + |
| Leana Folan + | Leana stands at about 5'9 taller than many women. Her tanned skin is hardened from work as a girl in a village and even more so are her hands hard from the years of working with a hammer. Her slender figure is toned well by the muscles on her body that show once again her many years of hard work, with her taut belly strong arms accentuating her strong and trained frame. The long wavy ginger hair that is often tied into a ponytail when she works accentuates not only her gorgeous face but as it reaches down shows off her very generous curves. Her heart-shaped face is filled with freckles and her large eyes are practically fighting to determine her best facial feature with her supple lips. Her nose is a little small but nonetheless adds to her astonishing looks + |
| Leandre Dureaux + | Everything about this man exudes charm: the entrancing tone of his voice, the swagger of his steps and an evident devil-may-care attitude all collide to make him almost an irresistible conversation partner. His frame is athletic with lean muscle prepared to push him beyond his normal languid pace. His smile is perfectly white, painfully so and with a mischevious angle that is coupled by refined smooth facial features sometimes obscured from view by lost golden locks. His bright blue eyes play games with whatever they may settle on. + |
| Leda Harrow + | Leda stands at five feet and four inches tall. She is small-statured, sporting a headful of wavy, blonde curls that reach just to her hips. Her eyes are wide, innocent-looking, and a light grey color with gentle hints of blue to them. She is a very flat girl for her age, having no real curves to her body. Most often Leda's hair is left down, but very rarely is pulled out of her face with a green ribbon, that she wears around her wrist when her hair is not pulled back. + |
| Leena Igniseri + | Beautifully blonde, Leena has a full set of flowing blonde hair falling to her mid-back that no matter how it's styled seems to always have some curls to it. Blue eyes help bring attention to her face with a modest nose and a wide set of pink lips with a moderate peppering of freckles. Fair skin with the same soft freckling continues across her skin. She has the curves of womanhood without being overstated on her lithe trim figure. Manicured fingers, painted lips, styled hair, things that Leena is not without often lending to her beauty and charm. She gives off an air of being well kept and of a noble stature. + |
| Leif Redrain + | Tall and thick of frame, this man is a fine example of Northern bloodlines -- he looks like the person someone would come up with if asked to paint a Redrain prince. Sturdily built and well-muscled, he has a warrior's form: heavy shoulders, toned biceps and a chiseled core sculpted by years of extensive training and hard labor. His blond hair and reddish beard are kept in Northern styles but are neatly trimmed and well-groomed; so while he might be a bit of a barbarian, Leif is a well-kept and refined barbarian. The collection of small scars littered across his body paired with his calloused hands mark him as a veteran but these features have done little to mar his rugged handsomeness: if anything, they enhance his boyish charm. In particular, the notch across his right eyebrow is a source of alluring mystery to those who might gaze into his rather blue eyes. + |
| Lekan none + | A man of obvious strength and power, Lekan has a fluidity to his movements that shows the attitude of a trained fighter. He holds himself tall and straight, his dark eyes taking in all his surroundings with a faintly gimlet eye. His expression is faintly sour much of the time, but there is a humor there, just behind it, as if at a joke only he knows. His skin is hard and tanned from the sun, criss-crossed by large blade scars, including one that almost bisects his face from top to bottom, only narrowly missing his eye and splitting his full, dark lips. + |
| Leland Specter + | Handsome, clean, and sharp, but not without a hint of uniqueness. Where most of his peers are seen in professional drab outfits and cloaks, Leland is often in unorthodox styles and colors. It's not uncommon to see him in court with rather stylish modes of dress while still remaining professional. His light brown hair is always styled, with a sort of well kept messiness, giving him a lackadaisical structure. + |
| Lena + | Few would give Lena a second glance and she prefers it that way. A lean and weathered woman, there is something handsome about her but even poets would have difficulty putting words to her appeal. Intelligence shows in the gleam of her large, chestnut brown eyes but her long face most often shows a guarded expression that makes it difficult to discern what she might be thinking or feeling. Dark red-kissed hair is kept just long enough to bind back in a simple tail, revealing ears a touch too small for her head. She is a joy to watch in movement though, flowing graceful and quick in a way that summons thoughts of danger...or dangerous thoughts. + |
| Lena Crown + | Few would give Lena a second glance and she prefers it that way. A lean and weathered woman, there is something handsome about her but even poets would have difficulty putting words to her appeal. Intelligence shows in the gleam of her large, chestnut brown eyes but her long face most often shows a guarded expression that makes it difficult to discern what she might be thinking or feeling. Dark red-kissed hair is kept just long enough to bind back in a simple tail, revealing ears a touch too small for her head. She is a joy to watch in movement though, flowing graceful and quick in a way that summons thoughts of danger...or dangerous thoughts. {w({nLena has braided her hair, or had someone braid it in a complicated interwoven plait.{w){n + |
| Lenard Valardin + | Lenard is a strong, blond young man who is just now fully coming into his own as a warrior even though the makings of someone great are there. Beautiful by any standards, it is the passion that is in his green eyes that calls those to his side, be it at a ball or to fight with him in the battlefield. When in peace, Lenard is serene and quiet, spending his time daydreaming about what things might be in the future, but when fighting the foes of the Oathlands the young man is a fury, leaving nothing to be desired even if compared to the most powerful Northlander. + |
| Lenne Crovane + | Lenne might seem, on the surface, like a soft, effete young noblewoman. Her skin is porcelin, unblemished by sun. Her long, red-blonde hair is in perfect plait and brushed to a gleam. She's too slender and delicate in build to have seen much rough treatment. Her lips are prone to a lilting smiling. Yet there as signs of the opposite, too. The subtle white tracery of scars on her hands and forearms speak of years of spilled blood. The shadow of ink often darkens her fingertips. Her eyes are bright, curious and always attentive. Most tellingly, she carries herself as every bit the Northlander. Confident, purposeful and at ease with herself. {w({nLenne has recovered from recent injuries, well enough. Wounds have healed. Bruises have faded. Bones have mended. Anything else still amiss with her is hidden under white silk. Much of her usual drive and verve has returned with it. Albeit at the cost of exhausted darkness under her eyes, only sometimes hidden by makeup.{w){n + |
| Leo Fidante + | A slender man of sharp, strikingly handsome features, Leo's gravitas and refined dignity would mark him as a high born noble even without ducal accoutrements. While slight of frame, he has the athletic build of a runner, with speed and strength that's served him well on the battlefield. His dark hair and complexion contribute to his serious mien, though when his rarely seen smiles show themselves, they briefly soften his countenance and make him seem far younger than his years. A knife or sword scar on his left cheek slightly marrs his attractiveness, albeit leaving Leo with a more rakish countenance. + |
| Leola Allenatore + | Long brunette hair is left loose, and her skin has caught more than it's share of sun, with long lashes and dark eyes set over cheeks a little reddened with a permanent burn. Slender, with long limbs and small hands, she moves quickly and neatly, without grace or refinement + |
| Leona Thrax + | Agile and undeniably strong, Leona nonetheless presents a striking and lovely figure; the lines of her limbs and angles of her face are graceful - even elegant. Her hair, once a soft brown, is silver now and her eyes are no longer blue but grey flecked with black. Strong, straight brows and a generously expressive mouth tend to give away what she is feeling, flashes of amusement and irritation breaking like waves across her face. She has a force of presence, of intense focus and power, and it isn't all due to her height. + |
| Leonaess Valeux + | A gilded confection from the top of head to the tip of feet, a glow seemed to vibrate and hum about her person from deep within, such was her coloration. Past slim shoulders to a gentle burgeoning of hips did the waves of her sunshine mane fall in a mixture of largely loose parts patterned with various braids. The ends of these tiny strands were tasseled with a mixture of pale feathers that blended into the natural highlights caused by her time out of doors. Often troubled by errant curls, this healer's gaze was a trap of slickly sticky proportions as the honeyed drizzle caught the light in a warm invitation of silent conversation. The thick frame of lashes couldn't dim the bewitching aureate hue that glimmered with the promise of a soon to be formed smile, pearly whites shining as Leonaess was known to practically beam at most anyone she met. Build was slight and though she may have been willowy in curvature there was still light muscle worked into torso, arms and legs giving a suggestion that she did not lead a sedentary lifestyle. Milky pale skin was unblemished and unscarred as of yet, though bits of earth and herbal matter could often be detected on the tips of fingers or palms. Scents that clung to her were flowery with the faint renewal of rain sweeping over the land, natural things that were concocted by the hills in which she roamed. + |
| Leonel Inverno + | Leonel cut not the figure of one who'd grown complacent or lazy throughout the years of his privileged life, but of one that kept fit and active. His build was lean but deceptively so, hiding a chiseled physique and toned wealth of musculature behind whatever garment he chose to don on that particular day. His features were striking - handsome, or so he'd been told - with a warm pair of brown eyes, a strong jaw and just enough stubble adorning his face to have him appear rakish. + |
| Leonel Velenosa + | Leonel cut not the figure of one who'd grown complacent or lazy throughout the years of his privileged life, but of one that kept fit and active. His build was lean but deceptively so, hiding a chiseled physique and toned wealth of musculature behind whatever garment he chose to don on that particular day. His features were striking - handsome, or so he'd been told - with a warm pair of brown eyes, a strong jaw and just enough stubble adorning his face to have him appear rakish. + |
| Leonidas Thrax + | Black, half-braided, long hair a sharp and smoothly symmetrical face. Eyes as silver as the lightning bolts that pierce the sky are set almost seductively within their sockets, carrying a charm that makes him rather easy to look at. A scar reaching from just over his right eye finds it's length across his eyebrow and over his eye lids, finding an end at his cheekbone. A wound that carries a harsh lesson. His smile is perfect, but it carries with it a deep intensity. He is tall and musclar, with broad shoulders adding to his already impressive physicality. On his body, he wears a host of tribal-looking tattoos that reflect the scales of a serpent, namely along his arms and sides. He's almost always wearing armor and carries a sword at his side. Seems he's ready for quite the scrap at just a moments notice. + |
| Leonora Malespero + | This woman's pallor and slender frame suggest a life lived indoors, a state of health that could be better. Still, her green eyes are bright with enthusiasm, her pale lips often curved into an amused or welcoming smile, and her personality -- her enthusiasm for life -- seem far larger than her slight frame should contain. + |
| Leopold Crownsworn + | Leopold is 6'3" with a skintone tanned from being outside so much over his years rather than from natural complexion with scars being a common feature over his body. While he isn't particularly broad-shoulder, he is heavily muscled. He keeps his dark hair, which is beginning to grey in spots at short length to keep it out of his eyes. A pearly white smile is almost always on his face, even in the midst of combat. In fact, his smile grows a bit when he is fighting. + |
| Leta Broadbent + | Leta is all light-hearted smirks and boyish charm from her artfully tousled mop of short blond hair on down. Blue eyes, pretty features, hardly spoiled by the stark scar that cuts across her rosy right cheek. Why, the cut just makes her look more dashing, at worst . She is not particularly tall, scant inches on the average woman, shorter than the average soldier. She is, however, very solidly built, with broad shoulders and limbs full of strength born of combat and vanity, but it's the chest-puffing swagger that ensures she takes up more space than her measure's worth. + |
| Lethe Tyde + | A willowy young woman with a youthful face, her features are soft, and pretty. Her long, raven locks are frequently bound up as they seem prone to escaping in a mess of tight curls if they are not. Her skin is dusky, though a smattering of darker freckles cross her pert nose. Her eyes are soft, the same deep sea blue the Tydes are well known for, framed by long, thick lashes and often have a mournful quality to them that does not fully match the rest of her expression. Her mouth is expressive, easily flowing from smiles to frowns, to concerned lip biting. She is of average height and her body is trim, almost boyish. She moves with an unconscious grace and fluidity. About her there is an soothing air and when she speaks it is with a soft voice that demands others quiet to listen to each beautiful intonation and word. + |
| Levian Neri + | Silvain is a man that's tall without being towering. He's athletic by way of his daily life instead of some routine. There's still vitality in the man's body, the vigor that animates him, and belies the detailed artwork of faint lines around the corners of his eyes, mouth, and brow. He's tanned enough to show he spends time outside, and not so much to say it's where his days are spent entirely. His slightly shaggy hair leads with sideburns down to a well-kept goatee and mustache. Silver streaks already stand out against the chestnut highlights of the goatee. All in all, he's a man that stands between worlds, halfway between the academic and the adventurous. + |
| Lewis arterius + | Middling height, with tan skin and short, dark hair. His eyes remain dull and brown, except when a sudden passion overtakes them, when they seem to shine. Bags under his eyes belie a history of illness. A high forehead and long sharp nose sit above a thin jawline with patches of stubble. Perpetually thin. + |
| Lexir Pravus + | The thick, soft sable of his hair tousles in curls to the flare of his shoulders, rich with tawny notes. His sloe eyes, warm and velvet-dark, gleam with a cognac sheen beneath lashes that brush his cheeks in soot. He is touched leonine, from the curve of high cheekbones to the scruff along the sculpt of his jawline, his nose sloped to a rounded tip. Full lips part to jaggedly edged canines. Sun-soaked in undertone, his olive complexion glows gold at the column of his throat. His long, lean body coils with muscle, cut from marble and refined to steel, the mark of a lash continued down his back in a lattice of scarring. Despite gruff calluses, a grace lingers in the strength of his hands and the flow of his fingers. + |
| Lia Saik + | Of average height, this woman possesses an unruly mane of black waves that is usually pulled back into a tight tail to keep it under the strictest control. She has wide, dark brown eyes, a rather thin mouth, and somewhat pronounced, angular cheekbones. She is built for labor rather than beauty, and so her form tends toward more lean muscle and nothing particular in the way of curves. + |
| Liam Riven + | A curly mop of unruly black hair sits atop his head -- a gift he inherited from his mother, and it's a good thing that he did. It helps mitigate what would otherwise be a too-severe face made of hard lines, sharp angles, and a layer of stubble thick enough to be called 'not-quite-a-beard' by the day's end regardless of whether or not he was clean-shaven that morning. The harsh demands of a knight's training carried that same hardness through his frame, which is all taut muscle and tanned skin marred by telling scars. If there is any softness to be found in him at all, it's in his eyes. A vibrant shade of green the exact color of a spring leaf, they hold more warmth than his general bearing might suggest at first glance. + |
| Lianne Malespero + | Lianne holds the potential to be a beauty of the ages, but her intellectual pursuits keep her loveliness understated. Thick ebony hair is often only precariously pinned into place, occasionally with writing quills, leaving loose curls to fall against her cheek now and then. Her forest green eyes regard the world critically, intensely as if trying to unlock their secrets. Her movements are minimal and deliberate, maintaining a balance between strange and graceful with her willowy frame lending weight to the latter. + |
| Lianne Pravus + | Lianne holds the potential to be a beauty of the ages, but her intellectual pursuits keep her loveliness understated. Thick ebony hair is often only precariously pinned into place, occasionally with writing quills, leaving loose curls to fall against her cheek now and then. Her forest green eyes regard the world critically, intensely as if trying to unlock their secrets. Her movements are minimal and deliberate, maintaining a balance between strange and graceful with her willowy frame lending weight to the latter. + |
| Liara Grayson + | Liara presents her lush curves and creamy skin with flash and verve, her shape zaftig and plush by nature and kept to a trim hourglass by the joint application of iron will and careful sartorial planning. The soft bow of her mouth is rarely without at least the shade of a smile, the pink of her lips soft rose, parting to show the flash of very white teeth. There is a hint of the cherub in the curves of her high-boned cheeks and the hooding of her oceanic blue eyes lends them a languid look except in moments of extreme surprise. Her hair is a glossy ripple of deep, darkly golden caramel, falling when loose in shining waves to her shoulders, though her facial shape is better flattered when it is drawn back and worn up, away from the high column of her throat. + |
| Lierre Keaton + | Lierre is a pretty young woman, her face sweetly rounded and her figure slenderly curved. Hers is a winsome wholesomeness; a light scattering of freckles adorn her nose and cheeks, and well-hidden beneath her feminine frame is a lithe, healthy strength that augments her excellent posture. Her appearance is otherwise mutable. Her flawless olive complexion shifts between fair and gilded under the touch of the sun, or the lack thereof. The light in her dark, doe-like eyes flits from amiable sedation to sharp lucidity. Velvety sable tresses may be worn in neat courtly styles one day, and then the next they might tumble down her back in an unruly cascade of wood-nymph locks. + |
| Liesel Crownsworn + | Liesel is most apparently athletic, with some minor muscle tone visible when her arms are shown, along with slightly roughened hands, covered in nicks and marks. On closer inspection, her face, too, has it's fair share of scars, but the small cuts of scar tissue are light-toned enough to be innoticeable at a range. She has small lips, large eyes, and a button nose. She has an angular face yet plump cheeks, along with thin eyebrows denoting each expression. + |
| Liesel Lucroy + | Liesel is most apparently athletic, with some minor muscle tone visible when her arms are shown, along with slightly roughened hands, covered in nicks and marks. On closer inspection, her face, too, has it's fair share of scars, but the small cuts of scar tissue are light-toned enough to be innoticeable at a range. She has small lips, large eyes, and a button nose. She has an angular face yet plump cheeks, along with thin eyebrows denoting each expression. + |
| Lili Bisland + | The freckled young woman before you could be described as a short lovely ginger with an hour glass build. Her straight, copper hair that falls just past her shoulder blade. Her sky blue eyes seem cautious of those around her. A slightly wide nose and a pair of full lips also accompany her features. + |
| Lilia Grimhall + | "She's got her father's eyes." Lilia's grey gaze is every bit as steely as Arn's, it's true. Unlike her grizzled old father however, she wins hearts with every bat of her sweetly curling lashes. Her features are classically pretty, as if painted on by a master of the craft, with bow shaped lips and a feminine jawline. Her figure is slight, graced with eye-catching curves, and she moves with an absolute certainty that eyes are riveted on her, as they should be. Her voice is effervescent, and her hands move along with her words, making her quite the lively, impassioned speaker. + |
| Lilia Telmar + | "She's got her father's eyes." Lilia's grey gaze is every bit as steely as Arn's, it's true. Unlike her grizzled old father however, she wins hearts with every bat of her sweetly curling lashes. Her features are classically pretty, as if painted on by a master of the craft, with bow shaped lips and a feminine jawline. Her figure is slight, graced with eye-catching curves, and she moves with an absolute certainty that eyes are riveted on her, as they should be. Her voice is effervescent, and her hands move along with her words, making her quite the lively, impassioned speaker. + |
| Liliana Harthall + | Blonde hair, green eyes, and a friendly smile all wrapped in a petite frame. That is Liliana in a nutshell. She has a heart shaped face with bright eyes framed in long honey-coloured lashes. Her lips are rosy and full, often curved upwards in a gentle smile. Liliana is often dressed modestly in pale tones that bring out the natural flush of her cheeks, with full skirts that swirl around her as she walks. + |
| Lilith Melaeris + | Lilith is a pixie-faced former princess with a mischievous twinkle to her wide, expressive green eyes. She has a long neck and a heart-shaped face with small, delicate features and high cheekbones. Her beguiling smile often graces her soft, rosebud lips and frames her slightly pronounced top front teeth. Hidden behind her attentive eyes is an alluring look betraying her lust for life and excitement.{/{/She has fair, baby-soft skin and a subtle smattering of freckles dancing from her cheeks over her nose. Her long, soft curls and waves of light beachy brown hair cascade down her back and over her shoulders. She is a lithe, long-limbed and graceful woman with a strong posture, very in touch with the physical world around her.{/{/Her voice is like down feathers with a soft Mourning Islands accent, gentle, stylish and serious. Her trilled R and sing-song tone are like the whistle of birds. Her presence is often calm and competent, if not with a little stony, rebellious attitude. + |
| Lilyth Ulbran + | Long, cascading curls of crimson hair flow past shoulders and hanging delicately about mid-back. This uniquely red hair gives a nice contrast against her dusky colored skin. She looks to the world with a cold, dark gaze which is heightened by kohl lined beneath her black eyes. There is a puckering of the skin along her jawline beneath her left ear. The scar runs nearly to her chin. In spite of the scar, she is a beautiful vision. + |
| Linus Ashford + | While no head-turner in a crowd, the young scholarly lord is pleasing enough to the eye. Clothes are usually a year or two out of fashion, hair is rarely combed and gaze doesn't often seek out those of others. He's of average height, slim build but there's a fire behind blue eyes if ever it was lifted from the pages of books long enough to be seen. + |
| Lise Seliki + | Lise doesn't look like she knows how to smile. There is something set about her stony expression, carved deep into her features. Not so much a frown as a face of intense study. Someday, the lines will burn their way into her skin, but not yet. At least, none can be seen. Perhaps it's the habit of smearing her face with charcoal or colorful pastes mixed by her own hand that hides them. Or maybe the untamed mess of tangled red hair. Whatever it is, Lise looks like she doesn't like anyone. + |
| Lisebet Ashford + | Tiny and raven haired Lady Lisebet packs a lot of personality into a small package. Her eyes are a pale blue that shine with some inner warmth and are framed by equally dark lashes. Her mouth is wide and her lips often curled half way up in a mysterious, knowing smile that suggests a hint of smugness. She stands five-foot-nothing in her stocking feet and is equally slender. Raven hair falls to mid-back in gentle waves, often left down save for a few strands to keep it back from her face. + |
| Lisebet Farshaw + | Tiny and raven haired Lady Lisebet packs a lot of personality into a small package. Her eyes are a pale blue that shine with some inner warmth and are framed by equally dark lashes. Her mouth is wide and her lips often curled half way up in a mysterious, knowing smile that suggests a hint of smugness. She stands five-foot-nothing in her stocking feet and is equally slender. Raven hair falls to mid-back in gentle waves, often left down save for a few strands to keep it back from her face. + |
| Lisica Clearlake + | A young Prodigal girl of 18, of medium height and lithe build. Pale beyond fair, her skin is the flawless near-translucent of alabaster lilies. Thick pale strawberry blonde tendrils coil across her slight shoulders, the longest curls just touching the backs of her slender thighs when loose. Each and every turn and twist of hair shimmers and shines like polished rose gold, and here and there are braided in beads of various colors. Lisica's huge eyes are the dreamy distant lavender of faraway mountains, encircled by brilliant silvery grey. They glitter in lash-shaded depths and lift delicately at the corners, raised by cheekbones like ledges on some savage peak. Her heart-shaped face is otherwise fragile looking, the curve of her jaw gentle, the sightly upturned nature of her nose soft, her finely shaped mouth a natural coral pink hiding pearly whites. Around the delicate stem of her neck circles an achromatic tattoo, an intricate ghostly matrix of tiny mysterious figures swirling down her collarbone and beneath whatever she is wearing, down her left arm and leg, finishing at the back of her hand and bridge of foot. + |
| Lissa Ardellian + | %T Imposing isn't really a word one would use to describe the figure before you. Lithe, scrawny, and still bearing the features of a child, the Knight-Aspirant Lissa looks more akin to a noble's sickly teenage daughter than the figure they aspire to be. Lengthy, tangled brunette hair is usually tied back with a length of fraying string, the occasional lock falling loose to frame the woman's soft, fair features. Gold-speckled green eyes peer out warily from plucked thin brunette brows, the bridge of her nose that separates the pair appearing just slightly crooked in its length. Her thin lips are near-constantly pursed into a line, leaving the impression of a ponderous nature, or perhaps just a sour meal just wearing off. %T Whatever clothes she wears, they hardly fit her form, usually appearing loose or frumpy on her slim frame, her lack of chest doing little to aid her. The collar of her attire is usual kept upturned, an effort being put forth to veil the majority of her spindly neck. + |
| Livye Ulbran + | Striking is certainly a word which would have been used, some years ago, to describe this woman. But the twin tragedies of time and hard living march incessantly on, and her once supple, vibrant bronze skin has begun to grow rough and tired in places, with noticeable lines now tugging at the corners of her lips and eyes. Tall and long of limb, full of wiry strength, self-assured grace and a full head of lush umber hair whose reddish undertones now grow peppered with grey, she would have cut an eye-turning figure in her youth. But all that now remains from those days is the light in her eyes, a bright champagne-like tint, centered by a dark golden circle around the iris. + |
| Llewella Melaeris + | A jaw line sharp enough to cut and the careful fall of long, platinum locks sets the stage for the attractive and slightly elfin features of this woman's face. Wide, almond-shaped eyes of moss green are set beneath the kind of delicately arched brows that show care and thought is put into her appearance. Bow shaped lips find frequent reason to smile, and if the mood is too jovial she'll even scrunch her button nose. Feminine curves are buxom enough to avoid her build being described as lithe. The whole package is wrapped in fair skin and a pleasant expression to help mask a thoughtful approach to most things. + |
| Llyr Nightgold + | Llyr's good health practically seethes around him, leaving something of a suffused brightness about him. He stands a little under six feet tall, rangy rather than thick-hewed, and constantly in motion of some kind. His long fingers are nimble and movements precise, orchestrated with simmering deliberation. A sweep of shaggy, dark hair styled to fall across his brow with careless ease frequently defies his best efforts to style it, and the summer sun may bring out sparks of warmer chestnut brown rather than the uttermost tip of coffee darkness it normally possesses. He has a face that many find open and appealing, invigorated by a warm complexion that holds a tan better than most Northlanders. A dusting of a beard and mustache fill the hollows of his cheeks, shadows that gather thickest against the hard angles of his jaw and chin. His mouth is wide and gregarious, readily delivering a smile. But those strange, ghostly eyes of his are a shade of the stormy skies, neither blue or not grey, but something in between. They're an odd feature for a man so given to good moods, given they possess deep clarity. + |
| Locke Velenosa + | Heavily molded by the harsh climes encompassing Northern Arvum, Locke has the physique of a rock-climber or swimmer; well-defined, especially in upper arm strength, but not necessarily as broadly built as a bear-wrestling northerner might be. Sharp facial features and angles bring together Locke's appearance, decorated further with dark hair and an adequately kept beard. He teeters the line of appearing scruffy and agile, yet entirely carefully composed and dignified -- a natural talent, much like his ability to keep in shape while purportedly pouring in little effort. + |
| Loelai velenosa + | She belies her modest stature through a prowess from within, muscle rippling like steel down the length of her back. Svelte of frame, her taut core exaggerates the swell of a generous bosom and full hips, the strength continued in smooth contours along her slender limbs. A spill of soft ringlets flows over her shoulder like velvet, woven from the crimsons, coppers, rusts of sunset. Sculpted in classic symmetry, the marble cast of her features cools a glowing youth. Light freckles dust her fine cheekbones and the button of her nose, as the delicate bow of her lips blooms with a carmine tinge. Immense eyes, gently canted as if feline beneath sable lashes, gleam in facets of ice and silver that melt to liquid gold at the pupils. The rich bronze of her skin bears the scars of adventure, forearms crisscrossed with nicks healed in faint white lines and fingertips subtly callused. + |
| Logan Halfshav + | Logan has a wild flair to him. Tall and broad shouldered, like most in his family, he displays the physical traits of a strong Northern Lord. His smiles are charming with a glint of mischief in his slate gray eyes. But despite his wild looks, Logan has a very distinct gracefulness in the way he carries himself. He moves with confidence and professionalism. His voice carries a subtle mysterious hint of a northern accent while being delightfully easy to listen to on more southern ears. + |
| Lola Tragedy + | Sunlight shimmers through loose, long strands of golden oppulence that shines in even the dimmest of lights. It's often worn pulled back in braids, filled with flowers or bows or pretty scraps of fabrics or beads, otherwise it is worn down and loose like a curtain of sunlight to frame an angelic face. Beauty is lost on her, utterly and completely. Her wide eyes may be a murky-blue, but they are filled with such warmth and tender hope that they shine. Her rosey red lips and her alabaster skin are not just perfect because they make a pretty picture- but because she is always smiling. Her feactures make her beautiful but it is that secret light iniside of her that makes her ....Radiant! + |
| Lonnus Crown + | Before you stands an enormous man; square of shoulder and jaw. Heavy stubble adorns his chiseled cheeks and he looks like he has not shaved in a few days. He is adorned in simple clothing, though he possesses the frame of a warrior. A large holy symbol hangs from around his neck, meticulously kept cleaned and shined. His black hair is well kept; short on the top and shaved along the sides. + |
| Lonzio Nightgold + | Lonzio's high cheekbones and pronounced jaw culminate at a handsomely square-shaped chin. His short hair comes as a dark shock against an otherwise pale-tinted beige complexion. For reading, the man is often reliant upon spectacles or worse, reduced to squinting. Neither particularly tall nor muscular, what physical prowess Lonzio does possess is merely a byproduct of active leisure. + |
| Lora DiFidante + | A shade under average height and slim of build, she is good genetic stock schooled and refined and distilled until what is left is grace and elegance. Large, wide-set eyes are the color of the sea, shading blue or grey with mood and fashion. They soften the aristocratic sharpness of her features, and ever lend her an expression of open innocence. Her chief glory is her hair, a thick cascade of tumbled waves spilt below the small of her back. Golden threads through rich brown, so that when she wears it plaited and coiled, it becomes a crown upon her head. + |
| Lora Fidante + | A shade under average height and slim of build, she is good genetic stock schooled and refined and distilled until what is left is grace and elegance. Large, wide-set eyes are the color of the sea, shading blue or grey with mood and fashion. They soften the aristocratic sharpness of her features, and ever lend her an expression of open innocence. Her chief glory is her hair, a thick cascade of tumbled waves spilt below the small of her back. Golden threads through rich brown, so that when she wears it plaited and coiled, it becomes a crown upon her head. {w({nThe wealth of her hair has been artfully woven into an elaborate series of braids that coil down over one shoulder and that then loop back up. It's a serpentine arrangement, held in place with numerous pins, yet is still imperfect and balanced by a few escaped tendrils that coil down from the opposite temple.{w){n + |
| Loramus Culler + | Thin features. Sun-baked skin. Gray eyes. Straight, shaggy hair the color of dirt. If 'unremarkable' had a face, this would be it. With an average height and average build (maybe a little on the thin side) this man offers not a single physical characteristic to make him memorable. His simple clothing and slight accent mark him as Lowers street trash, but only for someone paying enough attention to notice him at all. + |
| Lore Artiglio + | On the tall side for a woman at 5'9", Lore is a hard woman to miss. From the loose waves of deep chestnut hair streaked with bronze and toffee streaks granted by the sun, to the changeable green of her eyes that range from their usual jade to a deeper malachite with the change of her moods, she is easy on the eyes and knows it. The sort of indescribable beauty that will last long after her hair starts to turn gray and her skin starts to thin. Dark, slashing brows, a slender nose, and a mobile mouth with a fuller lower lip completes that eternal allure. Her body is neither slender nor full-figured, falling somewhere between with both a slight show of muscle under the skin, curves to fit her frame, and legs that seem to go on forever. + |
| Lorenzo Redrain + | Lorenzo's dark hair is very soft, frequently worn in some stage of fluffy rumple, and he somehow constantly generates the impression that it needs to be trimmed. There's a doe's gentle warmth to his liquid brown eyes that gives him an unfair advantage in making entreaties, but might prove a true problem should he ever need to evince menace. His slim frame, long limbs and lithe build lend to the seeming impression is more darting prey animal than lunging predator. His smile, though, is entirely melting warmth, and there is nothing in it that suggests flight or fear. + |
| Lorenzo Velenosa + | Lorenzo's dark hair is very soft, frequently worn in some stage of fluffy rumple, and he somehow constantly generates the impression that it needs to be trimmed. There's a doe's gentle warmth to his liquid brown eyes that gives him an unfair advantage in making entreaties, but might prove a true problem should he ever need to evince menace. His slim frame, long limbs and lithe build lend to the seeming impression is more darting prey animal than lunging predator. His smile, though, is entirely melting warmth, and there is nothing in it that suggests flight or fear. + |
| Lorien Keaton + | Longish dark hair is often touseled, falling a bit in front of eyes the color of rich loam and bark after a rain. They sparkle a bit when he smiles, taking away some of the somberness that seems to follow him more often than not. He appears to be in his early to mid twenties, well built and athletic, with the musculature of one who has seen the use of both sword and bow. Standing a little under six feet in height, he dresses in the manner that befits a huntsman, in colors of earth and vegetation more often than not, favoring function over form. + |
| Lorna Redvale + | Her lovely features might easily mark her out of the crowd, as she is tall and long of limb with a fair face bearing brilliant blue eyes and framed by strawberry blonde locks. However, she carries herself like someone who would rather not be so often noticed. She rarely makes direct eye contact and shies from lingering long at the center of anyone's attention. Her voice is songbird sweet, though she is more taciturn than talkative. + |
| Lot Medraut + | Lot looks the way children imagine an ogre would look. Hulking and brawny, he is tall, broad of shoulder, chest, and hip, with thick muscular limbs ending in unusually large feet and hands. His dark hair and beard are cropped short. All of this combines to make his head look proportionally smaller, with dark, narrow eyes, a prominent jaw, crooked nose, and large ears. + |
| Lothair Vulmar + | Lothair stands slightly taller than most at an even six feet. His face is typically full of enthusiasm, with a delightful smile always accompanying it. His hair is kept short and thin in a buzzed look never drawing any attention even from the wind. Lothair has an endomorph body type that is well built with definitive muscles. + |
| Lothar Tersk + | Like a mountain worn away by wind and rain, baked under the sun and left lean and hard in the bitter winter cold, Lothar is still hardy and strong, even if the snow white in his his hair and beard has nearly entirely overtaken the crow's-wing black of his youth; a life spent on distant, forgotten paths and battling both the forces of nature and humankind have left no spare room on his broad and muscular frame for the softness that comes to some with age. His features are long and narrow, hawk-like, with deep-set eyes under a slanted brow and a bold nose that some might consider noble, though the rust-red tattoos that spiral around his arms and over the backs of his hands and a multitude of silvery scars speak to his prodigal background. His thick, wavy mass of hair is practically a windblown mane, falling free to his shoulders and almost never bound, though he has taken some care to tame his full beard into a sharp, jutting spade rather than grow wild and tangled. + |
| Lottie Parkins + | While Arx houses some of the most beautiful people in Arvum, Lottie more falls into the "what a cutie" category. Golden hair, wide-set green eyes, plush lips with a vibrant, dimpled smile and a button nose to fill out her features, Lottie is your stereotypical girl-next-door. She's pretty by many standards, but it's her personality that makes her shine. {w({nLottie's hair is carefully plated in a simple braid that falls forward over her left shoulder.{w){n + |
| Lou Grayson + | Her brown waves and curls are rarely tamed or coiffed, lightened at the ends from sun exposure. Her fair skin, likewise, has been thoroughly loved by the sun and it gives her complexion a permanent cocoa hue. Her sky-pale eyes are a stark standout - a flash of crystal in a warm, sun soaked visage. She's on the lean and rangy side; sleek feminine contours often hidden and usually ignored. Her grins are wide and wonderful on her heart-shaped face, revealing the most fetching dimples. + |
| Luca Grayson + | Luca's hair is always in one stage or another of growing out a respectable haircut. Straight and very dark brown, it brushes over his ears and curls slightly against his collar. He's clean-shaven and his clothes are in (mostly) decent repair, but he gives off the impression of not caring a whit about his appearance. He gives off that impression because he doesn't care a whit about it. Lucky for him, he's dreadfully handsome, with a broad-boned face and low black brows that cast deep shadows on eyes the color of cinnamon. His 'fashion' is best described as extremely casual, but with his lanky build and smoothly bronzed skin, he manages to make it look just a little bit stylish. + |
| Luca Velenosa + | Luca's hair is always in one stage or another of growing out a respectable haircut. Straight and very dark brown, it brushes over his ears and curls slightly against his collar. He's clean-shaven and his clothes are in (mostly) decent repair, but he gives off the impression of not caring a whit about his appearance. He gives off that impression because he doesn't care a whit about it. Lucky for him, he's dreadfully handsome, with a broad-boned face and low black brows that cast deep shadows on eyes the color of cinnamon. His 'fashion' is best described as extremely casual, but with his lanky build and smoothly bronzed skin, he manages to make it look just a little bit stylish. + |
| Lucaj Grimhall + | Lucaj Grimhall is a sailor born and bred, and it is obvious by his very bearing. Muscles are sinewy and strong, and he stands a bit over six feet, with the tanned skin that comes from working outside for most of the day. His hair is a mess of ginger curls when not well-tamed, and his beard is the same shade, and nearly always grown out in whatever style happens to be of the moment. + |
| Lucene Gilden + | Sometimes no matter how much exposure to sunlight someone has, they never manage to tan. Lucene is one of those that has been blessed, or cursed, with skin that simply refuses to ever have more color than the flush of sunburn when over exposed. Long, dark hair is a startling contrast against the pale skin, and is often kept back from her face and styled more as an after-thought than a main focus of her appearance. What is the most bold, and most startling, about her appearance is her eyes. Not in their color, which is a fairly standard hazel, but in the mischief that lurks in them. + |
| Lucene gilden + | Sometimes no matter how much exposure to sunlight someone has, they never manage to tan. Lucene is one of those that has been blessed, or cursed, with skin that simply refuses to ever have more color than the flush of sunburn when over exposed. Long, dark hair is a startling contrast against the pale skin, and is often kept back from her face and styled more as an after-thought than a main focus of her appearance. What is the most bold, and most startling, about her appearance is her eyes. Not in their color, which is a fairly standard hazel, but in the mischief that lurks in them. {w({nLucene is wearing inconspicuous clothing. An off-white skirt with poofy sleeves and black, waist-high beeches. Her midnight hair is pulled back into a tight, practical ponytail. The only sign of her status is the aureate-hilted sword on her hip.{w){n + |
| Luciano Fidante + | Handsome in a rugged way, with long curly sable hair and a smile that wavers between impish and boyish most of the time. His skin is the well-tanned color of someone that stands beneath the sun on a frequent basis, and his hands are rough from many years on board a ship, but there is a fine-boned quality to them that speaks of someone that may also be gifted with an artistic talent hiding beneath it all. + |
| Lucie Laurent + | Well, well, well, what do we have here? Lady Lucie Laurent cuts an impressive figure with a supremely tall and statuesque build. Her strapping athletic form comes from years of martial training not only in the ring but out in the field. She has muscles made to swing a sword and carry full plate without breaking a sweat. Her features are even, with a round face, strong nose and full lips. Her cheeks often have a little red to them, maybe from physical exertion or just from laughing too long and too hard. A wild tumult of dirty blonde hair is often kept plaited into messy braids, lest it fly all over the place. Her eyes are a vivid green, arched over by dark eyebrows, sharp and inquisitive as they survey all. + |
| Lucien Valardin + | Prince Lucien is not the usual Valardin knight. Sure, the man is tall and broad-shouldered, the enchanting features of a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes are there, but there is something about the man that speaks to something one can only pick up on the road. There is no pomp in the way the Valardin stands, just the easy swagger of someone comfortable in his own skin, a relaxed posture that on a young man could be confused for indolence, but that emanates a sense of peace and cunning coming from the knight. The curve of his smile indicates things are seldom grim to this White Dragon, and that he finds humor in the most absurd things. Confidence pours from his pores, and is present in every aspect of his being. {w({nAll clean, combed and presentable, the knight has his beard under control and is dressed in his simple leathers, no sword in sight.{w){n + |
| Lucilia Ulbran + | Often holding a high posture with hands resting behind her back, Lucilia keeps her head raised high, a sort of sardonic smile found on her lips most of the time. Her face is usually blank besides the previously mentioned smile, offering little to no emotional expression to those around her. Her hair would reach her shoulders if not held up in a ponytail. Additionally, her lithe figure shows graceful and calculated movements whenever in motion; from her feet to her fingertips, every movement seems deliberate. + |
| Lucio Mandragora + | This young man has a wild, smoldering look to him. Uncontrolled curls of dark brown hair halo his head, long enough to cover his ears and the back of his neck, and framing an olive-complected face. His eyes are large and wide-set, a color of brown just a shade lighter than his hair. Set beneath thick brows and above a bold nose, they have an expressive movement to them. A small, but full-lipped mouth sits surrounded by the dark stubble of a newly started beard that is too short to hide the strong line of his jaw. + |
| Lucita Igniseri + | Slender but shapely, everything about Lucita suggests luxuriance, from the long fall of artfully arranged black curls to the flair from her dramatic reflected in her wardrobe. Her skin is a warm-toned dusky gold, frequently accented by smoky eye makeup, with a tendency to freckle around her fine straight nose most often masked by careful application of obscuring golden powder. The whiskey-gold hue of her amber eyes lends a sultry air to the slow glide of her smile in the spread of rose-dark lips. + |
| Lucita Saik + | Slender but shapely, everything about Lucita suggests luxuriance, from the long fall of artfully arranged black curls to the flair from her dramatic reflected in her wardrobe. Her skin is a warm-toned dusky gold, frequently accented by smoky eye makeup, with a tendency to freckle around her fine straight nose most often masked by careful application of obscuring golden powder. The whiskey-gold hue of her amber eyes lends a sultry air to the slow glide of her smile in the spread of rose-dark lips. + |
| Lucius Winterstar + | This man is tall, a few inches over six feet and he is well toned. He bears the figure of a man use to heavy lifting and hands on work. His build is a powerful one, though, inclines towards wiry. He appears to weigh, roughly, around 200 pounds. His hair is a dark brown, bearing lighter hues as natural highlights, and his fair skin tanned to a golden shade. His eyes are of a violet color. + |
| Lucrezia Pravus + | Lucrezia Pravus doesn't walk, she stalks in a mix of alluring aggression and seductive grace. A lean-looking woman that is more sea serpent than frail courtier, Lucrezia's noble bearing and confidence point to a definitive noble ancestry, one that hails from the dark waters of Setarco. The dirty blonde hair and tanned skin point to a life at sea and the experience that comes with it, but in her eyes there is a glint of malice that is all too natural, something that comes from within, coupled with the unhinged airs of someone who has spent too much time in the sea. The captain's face has a certain roguish charm to it, some confidence born of knowing she is not possessing the raw beauty of some of other nobles, and she doesn't really need it to take what she wants. Lucrezia's lean body has its curves, but it is her gait that demands attention, something sultry and feral all in one. + |
| Ludovic Frostheart + | Ludovic is.. Thoroughly average for a man from the North. He's not excessively tall or burly, but also not quite lean. He's solid, with broad shoulders, narrow hips and a strong jaw. Blond hair is often tousled, usually kept on the shorter side. Likewise, Ludo prefers to be clean-shaven when life permits. When it doesn't, he's at least the well-kept kind of scruffy. His eyes are the saturated blue of a cloudless summer sky, deep and captivating. + |
| Ludwig Grayson + | Not one to have taken to the athletic life as so many other young members of the nobility have, Ludwig instead bears something of a more refined nature to his build - his body is still well-maintained, even if he has never gone for the kind of overt musculature that can be seen among the knights of the realm. Soft eyes of green are set under a brow, blonde and fine, under a wide forehead that slopes up to a mass of wavy blonde hair on top - almost always kept well-groomed, if tousled. Stubble of three or four days is often on his face, letting the hair grow almost soft enough to not be a nuisance before it is shorn away. His body tapers down cleanly, and his gait is one of ease and confidence - those soft eyes quick to focus when it's time. + |
| Luis Igniseri + | Floppy black curls fall loose around Luis's even featured face, fluffy and difficult to entirely tame. His eyes are large and wide beneath fine, dark eyebrows, liquid brown and sometimes meltingly soulful with soft entreaty: there is no one who can puppydog eyes like Luis Igniseri. His lips are full, his teeth white, and a few sparse black freckles mar the dusky warmth of his skintone. His lean athleticism suggests the strength of a powerful swimmer and fighter while the easy grace with which he moves suggests the studied elegance of a dancer. + |
| Lumen Whisper + | Lumen's thick black hair is kept short and often swept into an updo to accentuate her delicate, swan-like neck. Long of limb, what in youth might have been awkward and gangly now works to her benefit and allows her to stand tall and elegant of bearing. At first glance, the young woman's gaze may appear black. With any prolonged eye contact, it reveals itself to be alight with twinkles of molten gold and silvery blue -- a dappling of distant stars in a night sky. + |
| Luna Declan + | An adorable ragamuffin, long wild red hair with trinkets and beads in them. Her wide green eyes can be a little uneasy for some if stared at too long. She is on the average side of tall, however it is her colorful layers clothing that gives her away. Luna is usually barefoot from sping into early fall. + |
| Lunara Argento + | The Blackheart. She has locks of raven colored hair worn unbound over her shoulders. It is waist length and knotted in miniature braids to make it appear shorter than it is. A few thin braids are pulled back from the crown of her head and are fastened with individual ornate silver clasps. Her skin has an olive color to it that makes her look sun kissed. Her face has a graceful shape, and with long dark lashes that give way to her amber eyes that are flecked with gold, and painted fiercely with black kohl. If lucky enough to get a good glimpse of her, one would see that the young woman has some noble qualities that sets her apart from the rest. + |
| Lune Savonorela + | A svelte and sylphish creature, baring a visage delicately crafted and immaculately kept. Wild were her eyes, as deep and unending as the ocean itself, emphasized by a dark kohl which decorated long lashes, her lips softly painted, her cheeks baring a sweet, rosy stain. An open face and a disarming smile. Tattoo: Starting at the small of her back and working its way up following her spine to the base of her scalp is an ornate, but thin pattern that seems to be an artistic rendition of scales. + |
| Lustry Thrax + | Ringlets of nearly pearlescent blond cascade down to the small of her back, sometimes with a coronet of flowers worn atop, with a few of the tendrils a bit shorter and stopping just a bit below her chin. Her eyes are striking as they are naturally two different colors, one is light blue and the other is light brown with long curly eyelashes that seem to add to the expressive nature of her features. Freckles dot over her slender nose and dance along the tops of her cheeks with a pair of plush lips that curl into a smile with straight, white teeth. Her form can be called willowy with soft feminent curves and graceful limbs. + |
| Lycoris Hawkmour + | Lycoris is painted in earthy, warm colors and her chartreuse almondine eyes are by far her most striking feature; their gaze enigmatic and nearly always engaged in a come-hither stare. The rest of her exotic features are built on a symmetrical heart shaped foundation and can best be described as regal; with noble cheekbones and a pert aristocratic nose. At the corners of her sultry mouth, a devious quirk lingers, threatening to break into a smile but rarely do they ever. She is graceful of limb and toned of physique, not lacking in the beguiling curves of a woman. Her flawless skin has been gently kissed by the sun, coupled with deep toffee-colored tresses that cascade down her back in loose, effortless waves. + |
| Lydia Nightgold + | At first glance, it might be easy to mistake Lydia's sultry countenance and autumnal hues as a product of the Saffron, but that's simply untrue. Her porcelain skin belies a far northern heritage as well as a certain fragility, and while it is as smooth as the finest silk it is brushed with thousands of bronze freckles. Cascading lengths of copper rose tresses tumble down her back to the pinch of her waist and the delicious curves of her hips and soft wisps frame an oval face. Here, her most striking feature stands out: exotic, expressive praseodymium green eyes that oft sparkle with the mischievousness of an unspoken quip. While her arms are long and slender, they do not seem to be built for strength and she moves in a joyful, carefree manner, all sinuous curves and swaying hips. When she speaks, her voice holds a gentle cadence and her full cherubic mouth is quick with sensual pouts or warm smiles. + |
| Lyiana Averdeen + | Slender and fine-boned, this woman is not very tall, standing at a modest five foot three without shoes. Auburn hair falls loosely down her back in a cascade of waves to her waist, containing russet highlights from the outdoors in the strands. She has a high, arched forehead with thick eyebrows, below which rest large emerald green eyes with curled lashes. Her face is heart-shaped and delicately boned, her features almost doll-like in their appearance, with a short slim nose and full plump lips. She has a slightly pointed chin, leading down into a supple throat with the barest hint of freckles dusted on the slope of throat and collarbone. She has slim, small shoulders which lead into similarly slim arms with that same dusting of freckles near her delicate wrists, unless they are covered by an article of clothing. Her hands are small and fine-boned, with callouses on the pads of her fingers from labor. Her nails are kept uniformly short and trim. She is full-breasted and has a slim stomach with very little fat upon it. Her waist is an almost tiny thing which leads down into narrow hips and athletic, well-muscled legs. + |
| Lynn Romano + | Long locks of fiery red hair tumble from the head of this curvy young lady, reaching the small of her back. Her face is slightly angular, framed by red bangs, with dark, long-lashed green eyes, a scar across her nose, and thin lips that are usually curved in a smile. Her skin has a healthy tan to it, with smatterings of freckles all across her body - face, shoulders, chest, back, legs, you name it. Her curvaceous body boasts toned muscles and a couple more scars(on her shoulder and her other forearm) that suggest that she's been in a fight here and there. + |
| Lynthelia Louvet + | Short and thin as a blade, she doesn't look like much. Still, she stands with a confident posture. She has striking eyes, always watching, and deep with thought. Whether by nature or by practice, she looks like someone who is more than she appears. Also striking is her colouration. She is extremely pale, her hair is white, and her eyes are an extremely pale, icy blue. Through some product of her birth, she seems to be blessed or cursed with an almost ghostly appearance. + |
| Lyonis Pravus + | Lyonis Pravus is a man many would consider weak and unimposing. Often coughing and sometimes hacking, he is perpetually ill. Cold to the touch and possessed of nearly transparent white skin. You can see his dark blue veins when close to him. He is a tactician by trade and a blackguard at heart. Known for somewhat odd strategies and only modest success on the field of battle. His advantages are few, but some might say he has a knack for making the most of sacrifices. He is loyal to his house and humble enough to know better than to stretch his already poor luck. + |
| Lyra Byrne + | She is a proud, defiant-looking creature, with eyes that are designed to captivate and a healthy, albeit slender, form. Her complexion is as pale and translucent as the rarest of opals with a smattering of delicately dusted freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheekbones to detract from perfection. Her nose is composed of soft curves rather than harsh angles, and eyes that are a distinctive amethyst in colouration blue hold a depth of intensity that speak of a passionate soul. Her hair is all from her father's side of the family, with flowing blonde waves that fall to a point midway between her shoulders and the small of her back. + |
| Lyria none + | Lyria has expressive blue-green eyes. She has a button nose above full, rosy lips. She has average shoulders and well defined muscles, a medium chest and hips. Her arms are delicate and end in long hands with small clear fingernails. She has long legs and is rather delicate. Her hair is done in loose curls. Her alabaster skin shines softly with all the luminescence of a full moon, while her lips seem to be upturned in a warm smile most of the time. Her legs are slim and strong. + |
| Lys De Lire + | While not toweringly tall Lys does still stand above the average woman. She's got an athletic form with long, graceful limbs that hold a healthy muscle tone and definition. A halo of copper red curls adorn her head when not tamed into a braid or other high fashion style. Her eyes are a bright emerald, fringed with dark lashes and holding either a jaded, cynical look or a manic fever brightness to them. Her mouth is wide and expressive, but usually pressed into a sneer of distaste or curled up into a manic grin. + |
| Lys Velenosa + | While not toweringly tall Lys does still stand above the average woman. She's a touch on the scrawny side except that she has the bearing of one who has recently filled out with some muscle definition. Long and graceful limbs have started to gain tone and definition. A halo of copper red curls adorns her and occasionally she tames them into a braid or some other high fashion style. Her eyes are a bright glimmering emerald, fringed with dark lashes. Her mouth is wide and expressive and just as likely to smile as to curl in a snarl of rage. Lys' skin is pale and speckled with a smattering of freckles. + |
| Lys de Lire + | While not toweringly tall Lys does still stand above the average woman. She's a touch on the scrawny side except that she has the bearing of one who has recently filled out with some muscle definition. Long and graceful limbs have started to gain tone and definition. A halo of copper red curls adorns her and occasionally she tames them into a braid or some other high fashion style. Her eyes are a bright glimmering emerald, fringed with dark lashes. Her mouth is wide and expressive and just as likely to smile as to curl in a snarl of rage. Lys' skin is pale and speckled with a smattering of freckles. + |
| Lysander Rubino + | Long, flowing black hair falls forward around his face, framing the broad strength of his cheekbones. It is a fierce face, angled and elegant, even-featured, with a hawkish, aquiline nose, a strong, defined jaw, and a full, soft mouth that parts to show white teeth. His eyes are deep and black, beneath starkly defined black eyebrows. His skin is a darkly golden shade, and his jawline and chin have a tendency to the shadows of forgotten scruff. He moves with startling abruptness and frequent intensity; there is always a sharpness to his motion, a cutting quickness to his carriage. + |
| Lysander Rubino-Zaffria + | Long, flowing black hair falls forward around his face, framing the broad strength of his cheekbones. It is a fierce face, angled and elegant, even-featured, with a hawkish, aquiline nose, a strong, defined jaw, and a full, soft mouth that parts to show white teeth. His eyes are deep and black, beneath starkly defined black eyebrows. His skin is a darkly golden shade, and his jawline and chin have a tendency to the shadows of forgotten scruff. He moves with startling abruptness and frequent intensity; there is always a sharpness to his motion, a cutting quickness to his carriage. + |
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| Mabelle Laurent + | Silken black hair falls in a sheet, barely gracing her shoulders, falling to the small of her back. The contrast between the pale cream of her complexion only emphasizes the darkness of her blue-black hair. Fine brows wing over a set of wide eyes. Black lashes frame a pair of exquisite blue eyes, the irises edged in a darker blue. Her features are delicate, almost doll-like, lending her a beauty that is at once fragile and sharp, like a glass blade. She is of just over average height, five feet seven inches, slender, her curves are subtle but there is no denying her femininity. She is a study in contrasts, of dark and light. Fragility and strength. A hint of something potentially sweet with just a touch of danger. + |
| Macario Malespero + | Macario is a Lycene rogue with dark hair and a dark glimmer to his eyes. His smile gives nothing away. Tall and lean, he possesses a dancer's natural grace and wields a quill with artistic flourish. His patrician features speak to nobility and his aristocratic bearing leaves no doubt that he knows his own worth. + |
| Macda Grayson + | Wiry strength and sturdy muscle are the keynotes of Macda's short, compact frame. Athleticism defines the angle and curve of her body, and though she'll never be tall, that won't stop her from striking like a hammer. Her hair, down, is a wild fluff somewhere between deep gold and light brown; up, it sweeps back from her heart-shaped face but is never tamed enough to entirely avoid flyaways. Dimples enliven her smile, and her eyes, a vivid blue-green like a glimmer of cut turquoise, are wide and electric with mischief beneath her brows. + |
| Maddox Deepwood + | Maddox is tall and handsome, though not the sort of handsome that makes him stand out in a crowd. No, this is a quieter sort of look, that everyday handsome that means he sometimes goes unnoticed - until his animated comment about this or that lights up his features. Then he goes from everyday handsome to arresting, with deep brown eyes that never seem to miss anything going on around him, and hand gestures that emphasize his points one at a time. His mouth turns up at the corners as though he is always ready to smile, and he has a dimple on one cheek when he does. + |
| Madeleine Whitehart + | Madeleine looks like summer. Her eyes are the morning: a soft gray dawn, hinted with the blue of the sky. Her hair is the noon, wheat gold and falling long and straight around her shoulders. Her laughter is the evening, low and warm in the velvet richness of her smoky voice. Voluptuously shaped, Madeleine has an earthy fullness to her body that is sometimes masked by her preference for flowy veils and flaring robes. Her feet are bare when she can get away with it, soles thickly callused. Crows feet walk beside her eyes, along her mouth. There's something about her that suggests she ought to be wearing flowers, even if she isn't. + |
| Madrien Daupenne + | Madrien Daupenne seldom commands attention in any particular room he happens to be in. That would seem a strange allocation of resources to his mind. In fact, his appearance in general is seldom up to the high standards of Lycene society at all, his thin frame draped in comparatively drab garments and his wiry silver hair and peppershot beard constantly verging on inadequacy in their grooming. This is because he is arrogant, not vain, and, so, believes that his other admirable qualities far outweigh his aesthetic impairment. It is a statement of both pride and indifference. Overall, his body and features give off an impression of elongation that can trick the eyes into registering his form as being taller than he actually is, and his expression almost never gives off any genuine cues as to his internal state. The words used to describe his resting facial expression mostly range from 'bemused' to 'hateful' with, typically, a large collection of votes for 'completely indifferent to all aspects of my very existence' slathered over top. + |
| Mae Culler + | Mae walks the border between dark and light with a confidence twice as big as she is. Small, wiry, quick as a whip and strong as one too (or so she boasts), she's not a presence easily missed unless she wants to be. Her thick dark hair has been cut short and falls in unruly waves to jaw-length, framing a sharp face composed of features just a little too large for their canvas. Big brown eyes with thick lashes are a pretty feature but her nose is too hawkish; her mouth too wide; her chin is a dimpled and jutting angle that precedes her everywhere. She has the pale skin of a person born to shadows but it's strewn with freckles that from a distance are too easily mistaken for flecks of dirt. At a glance, she's too easily branded as being Boroughs spawned and it doesn't appear to bother her a bit. + |
| Maerigan Nephila + | Smooth, porcelain skin embraces a svelte frame that holds only enough meat on its bones to just fill out a feminine hourglass figure with a narrow waist and slender limbs. Narrow hands with spindly fingers speak of a life without much hard labor - instead, revealing a practiced nimble nature and quick dextrous tendencies. In contrast to her pale countenance, she possesses long and sometimes wild ebony hair and bold, expressive eyebrows. Her mouth is wide, her lips soft, and her rare smiles seem to hint at something only she knows. Perhaps her most striking feature, however, are her limpid, burdensome coal black eyes. They aren’t unlike a mirror changing with the shifts of light and her unbroken gaze brings with it an unsettling intensity. + |
| Maeve Aisling + | Maeve is a wild, untamed looking woman, with a sense of peace and serenity about her. Her dark red hair is almost brown, and perpetually back in a messy braid, ornamented with flowers, feathers, or whatever bit of nature calls to her. Her deep blue eyes flicker violet on occasional, full of an ancient wisdom beyond her young years. Her features are youthful, with an adorable button nose spattered with freckles, and a bow mouth that smiles or scowls brilliantly. She wears her emotions openly, occasionally too much so, and her speaking voice carries a melody of birdsong on the wind. + |
| Magaen Charon + | Magaen is a fierce beauty. Her eyes smolder with dark heat from the battlefields of her past and her full pouty mouth bleeds from rich brown to rose-petal pink where her lips meet. Lean muscle flexes beneath a clean earthy complexion that's brushed ever so lightly with a dusting of lush mahogany. Unless in formal dress, her black hair is frequently pulled back from her face for reasons of practicality. + |
| Magden Rubino-Zaffria + | She is a pale and slender young woman, just a touch shy of average height and exceedingly fair. Her hair is short, golden mess, with pixie locks tickling her temples, her ears, and her jaw. It's random enough that it might have been done with a knife. Her eyes are elfin and wide-spaced, vividly blue. A straight nose and wide, expressive bow of a mouth are underscored by an impish, pixie chin. Her age is difficult to determine with those doll-like features and rangy, coltish limbs. The curves that mark her as a woman are very modest indeed, delicate suggestions of a rose more bud than bloom. + |
| Magencia Whitehart + | Magencia looks like summer. Her eyes are the morning: a soft gray dawn, hinted with the blue of the sky. Her hair is the noon, wheat gold and falling long and straight around her shoulders. Her laughter is the evening, low and warm in the velvet richness of her smoky voice. Voluptuously shaped, Magencia has an earthy fullness to her body that is sometimes masked by her preference for flowy veils and flaring robes. Her feet are bare when she can get away with it, soles thickly callused. Crows feet walk beside her eyes, along her mouth. There's something about her that suggests she ought to be wearing flowers, even if she isn't. + |
| Magnus Stahlben + | Magnus is a giant of a man, standing well beyond the average, though without disturbing human proportions. As if designed on a different scale, but one still within mortal range. While easily the first thing one notices, his muscular frame also comes with a curious habit. He moves at a slow, deliberate pace, rarely making any sudden moves, showing an awareness of his body, and a caution as to the environment around him. A quiet giant, uninterested in the watching eyes of others. His own are the colour of verdant fields, patient and tranquil, yet by no means placid. Intelligence brightens them, and good humour warms them like a roaring fire in the hearth. He wears his hair long, reaching below his shoulders, a rich chestnut hue he leaves unadorned. A far cry from the raging barbarian, till he wears his bone armour and wades into battle, where the slowness of before disappears entirely. + |
| Magpie Grayhope + | Magpie is fit, strong and built like a swimmer or a sailor, with broad arms and narrow hips. His eyes are deep set beneath a concerned brow, deep blue and piercing -- or twinkling, depending. There's a classic, rugged masculinity about his features, from the strong chin and fierce jaw to the bold stroke of his nose. His hair is a dark tousle of waves, deep, rich brown with a few threads of auburn caught in highlights. He has one of those faces prone to five o'clock shadow regardless of the hour of the day or how recently he claims to have shaved. + |
| Mahan + | Tall, his skin is brown, his hair black, a well-cared for beard frames the bottom half of his face, matched by expressive eyebrows and brown eyes. His figure is lanky and lean, often taking up more space than he should with varying levels of grace, or sometimes none at all. Quick both to laugh and to smile, little lines crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he does either, deepened by time and a lifetime of living outdoors. + |
| Maharet Whisper + | Maharet is the kind of beauty that stands out among a sea of beautiful women in Tremorus. Whereas they are bronzed or sun-kissed, she is pale like moonlight. They tend towards shades of blonde and brunette but she is a fiery-haired girl with bright golden colored irises that stand out as striking and unusual. No one used to spare her a glance when she walked down the streets of the city-state, something she has grown used to. Her height is middling, leaning towards tall for Arvani women but much shorter than the average woman in House Proscipi. Her svelte figure is young and nubile, seeming to signify that she has not yet carried a child or perhaps is one of the lucky ones to have never shown. Even though she stands apart from the other native Southeastern Saffron people, it is celebrated where she comes from and thus she has never been self-conscious about it. + |
| Mahir Vel'ichalahi + | For a man without a past, Mahir certainly has a striking appearance that tends to linger in one's recollection. Doubtlessly handsome, tall and slim, Eurusi features are combined with a piercing golden gaze that would already mark him as especially blessed on their own. Yet like his art, it is the life that fills him, the energy found within these bright eyes of his, in the smiles he proves so generous with, that elevates him. For all of that energy, he never appears particularly messy or disordered, always exhibiting a clean and orderly exterior, one that seems a natural preference rather than the result of any specific education in the domain. + |
| Mailys Corsetina + | When glancing at this woman it can be noted that she has emerald green eyes and dark red lips, both are accented by her jet black hair. However, she is quite buxom for a fair skinned woman and she carries herself with the grace of air, light on her feet. She has a smile that can light up a room and those eyes of her seem to be a mix of friendly and mysterious. + |
| Maja Darling + | Everything about Maja exudes warmth: the honeyed tone of her voice, her soothing charm and her winsome looks all come together to project an air of approachability. She's a slender wisp of a thing imbued with effortless grace; her movements are nimble and feather-light. Her wide smiles can feel like coming home and her touch a comfort -- they, coupled with her button nose and spray of tumultuous curls, lend her a disarming cuteness that plays against her sharper aspects. For despite the refinement of her appearance, her accent is common and her bird-like build is more the consequence of a life spent just-getting-by than the gift of natural genetics. + |
| Malavaunt Nihilith + | There's an oddness about his appearance. He appears much younger than he should, his skin having an almost unnatural smoothness, for he's been in business in the Lower Boroughs for a long time. How long? No one can ever seem to quite recall. He has intense blue eyes that have a habit of staring at people for longer than seems appropriate, and he smiles frequently, but often at the wrong times. + |
| Malcolm Shepherd + | Malcolm has that 'handsomeness of indeterminate age' about him. There's a soft youthfulness that has yet to be banished from the curves of his cheeks, with a still somewhat boyish grin that's already given him crinkled lines around his dark, expressively playful eyes. His brows will no doubt be wild and bushy when he is an old man -- but he is not an old man yet -- so they are still strong and dark, sketching out his exaggerated moods with perfect clarity. His hair is cut close to his head, dark and mussed, in opposition to a jawline that's only partially concealed with a week’s worth of careless stubble. Otherwise unremarkable, and a little rough around the edges, he's a tall man, but not too tall; strong, but not obnoxiously so. He's clearly not a man that spends his time lifting heavy things to sculpt overt muscles. + |
| Malena Black + | Long sable black tresses tumble down her shoulders framing her golden amber eyes that act as mirrors to her soul. Her skin is tanned from her days in the garden and has a dusky quality. Her frame is tall for a woman, just under six feet and her body is like a curvy willow with modest bosom, narrow waist and long coltish legs. + |
| Malesh Stonewood + | A well blended mix of Scholar and Noble Business man, Malesh has the look of one who always know his next plan and moves with a certain confidance. Sandy Blonde hair, kept somewhat long but always groomed gives his face a slightly serious look. His stormy blue eyes with gray speckles, shimmer with a life of their own, though he is good at hiding his emotion when needed. His smile, even if rare, is one of his vary charming features. That is normally a bit of trimmed stubble around his mouth and alone his jawline. + |
| Malik Whisper + | Thick sable hair, streaked with burnt honey from the sun, falls in light curls just down to his shoulders, often left loose to frame his masculine features. His eyes are hazel, darkening from shades of striking emerald cut through with amber to near mocha brown at a whim. The almond shape of his eyes, as well as the dusky tone of his skin, suggests a man of foreign descent. He is a tall man, standing nearly six feet and three inches, and his body has a toned, sinewy definition. Upon his left arm, when bared, is the shadow-black tail of a serpent that curls around the muscle from wrist to shoulder blade, bursting out into a dragon's head with jewel-toned eyes upon his back. + |
| Malika Disowned + | Malika has taken to the harsh sea like few can. The woman is about five feet and eight inches tall. Her straight black hair falls to the middle of her back, though she usually wears it tied behind her head with leather cords. Her flesh is rich black and her eyes are fierce and dark. She is muscular of build and carries herself with supreme confidence. + |
| Malika Seraceni + | Malika has taken to the harsh sea like few can. The woman is about five feet and eight inches tall. Her straight black hair falls to the middle of her back, though she usually wears it tied behind her head with leather cords. Her flesh is rich black and her eyes are fierce and dark. She is muscular of build and carries herself with supreme confidence. + |
| Mallory Davos + | Mallory is a woman of unusual size. Closing in on six feet tall, she is a study in hidden strengths. On the thin side with smaller, subtle curves, she might be considered willowy if it weren't for the wiry muscle and lithe precision in her every movement. Her skin looks to be fair with pink undertones, but the constant exposure to the sun has left her with a perpetually light tan. She keeps her windswept sandy blonde locks cut to just below her chin, just long enough to be put up if they get in the way. Her slender face holds eyes of an almost impossible shade of cerulean blue, with delicate features that would do any noblewoman proud. Her mouth is full on the bottom, perfectly bowed along the top, and capable of great expression from the slightest of tilts or twitches. + |
| Manox None to speak of, at the moment. + | %TWith a lush, full head of smoke-grey hair and a rich beard, Manox looks like most people's kindly elder relative. His visible disposition is somewhere between friendly and mysterious, his mannerisms a touch on the quirky side; a subtle twitch here, a genial laugh from nowhere there, a cough without obvious sign in between. He stands somewhere above six feet, looming over many, with broad, full shoulders. His wardrobe runs to the functional, given his obvious occupation as an apothecary, with his robe truncated at the midthigh region, a wide belt keeping it separated from his pants, which have several large patches, yet not for repair purposes; if anything, they look as if they have either coins or something similarly sized and shaped sealed inside of them - it probably makes sense to apothecaries, perhaps. + |
| Manuela Siqueiros + | A woman of small frame and lithe proportions, she has wavy auburn hair that descends to her mid-back. A long slender neck and a narrow face, full lips, and cognac-colored eyes. Her skin is pale as though untouched by the sun, or she simply doesn't tan even if she tried. She has a light dusting of freckles across her nose. Her hands are long, slender, and carries the deftness of one who relies on their hands above all else. + |
| Mara Striga + | Mara Striga is a child of the brightest day of autumn, locks of hair colored like the dying leaves of a mighty forest in rich coppery and auburn tones. Sharp lines and high cheekbones mark her pale, freckled features, her almond eyes wide and hazel-colored serving as windows to the young woman's inquisitive soul. Frail of body, Mara is obviously not a physical specimen, her posture bringing airs of the last light of the twilight, something forlorn that glimpses at potential still to unfold. + |
| Marcas Aodh + | A man who seems as tough as he appears, but perhaps there is something more to him than his grizzled exterior suggests. A scar graces his left cheek from some battle long ago which seems to only enhance the stern set of his otherwise handsome features. His demeanor is almost always no-nonsense, unless something tickles his fancy or he is within certain company. Muscled like a life long warrior, his stormy grey eyes often look at the world coldly, yet twinkle with warmth around those closest to him. His long, ruddy brown hair falls just past his shoulders. It grants him the appearance of having a mane like a lion at times unless kept tied back. His short beard is kept moderately in check but far from fashionably or by the trained hands of an expert. He moves with the power of a warrior and the grace of a predator which only adds to the leonine image he seems to exude on and off the battlefield. + |
| Marcos Saik + | %TMarcos is tall, just a few inches over six feet, and has a build of a young hard working farm hand. Muscle put on by countless hours of physical labor give him broad shoulders and caloused hands. Those hands oversized and thick. Hair the color of dark honey in shadows set off bright blue eyes. A few weeks worth of beard resides apon his chin. + |
| Maren Lir + | What once was heart-stopping beauty in her younger days has matured rather than faded in this tall and willowy elder woman. Hair as white as the freshest snow is kept silky and straight, and will easily fall to her waist if not pinned up. Silver brows arch over eyes of bright and pure deep blue of the remote ocean, colors seeming to shift with her moods and clothing in adding elements of grey or even dark green, but never losing the fascinating intensity of hue. Her pale skin bears the lines and wrinkles that seem to indicate more laughter and delight than anger or sadness. High cheekbones and elegant lips, as well as a near-regal bearing to her tall and fragile-seeming form still lend her an air of otherworldliness, and her movements supple and confident, bearing the mark of a dancer, her still elegant hands as refined as an artist's. + |
| Marena Inverno + | Marena is a product of her mixed heritage of Caina and Setarco, a beauty of chiseled features that gives airs of sharp deviousness. Poised like a keen raptor at her perch the woman has a noble bearing that exudes discipline, her frosty eyes depicting cutting strength. Standing at five foot five, the sylphlike Lycene is deadly grace and feminine curves, her tanned body sporting muscle tone and scars that agree with her background as a warrior trained among the best in the Summer Seas. The wavy hair is kept long, lustrous and dark, and it is an obvious point of pride and vanity, even if it is almost always tightly bound in a severe ponytail. Her eyes are dark blue, and a mouth unused to smiling sits in a rounded face with a sharp profile delineated by a straight-lined, round-tipped nose. Marena looks elegant and keen in almost everything she does, and on her right cheek she bears the mark of her father, a sharp curved talon tattoo. + |
| Marena Pravus + | Marena is a product of her mixed heritage of Caina and Setarco, a beauty of chiseled features that gives airs of sharp deviousness. Poised like a keen raptor at her perch the woman has a noble bearing that exudes discipline, her frosty eyes depicting cutting strength. Standing at five foot five, the sylphlike Lycene is deadly grace and feminine curves, her tanned body sporting muscle tone and scars that agree with her background as a warrior trained among the best in the Summer Seas. The wavy hair is kept long, lustrous and dark, and it is an obvious point of pride and vanity, even if it is almost always tightly bound in a severe ponytail. Her eyes are dark blue, and a mouth unused to smiling sits in a rounded face with a sharp profile delineated by a straight-lined, round-tipped nose. Marena looks elegant and keen in almost everything she does, and on her right cheek she bears the mark of her father, a sharp curved talon tattoo. + |
| Margerie Clement + | Hers is a barely mature beauty, only just reaching her mid-years, she still clings to youth's glory. Wide blue eyes the color of a summer sea are framed in thick lashes, only the barest hint of laugh lines crinkling the corners. Her mouth is generous, expressive, quick with a smile, sometimes pinched in an affectionately judgemental purse. She is of average height and built on a lean, but womanly frame. She is, in a word, sweet, projecting a sense of good-spirited fun that builds upon her otherwise youthful charm. + |
| Margerie Keaton + | Hers is a barely mature beauty, only just reaching her mid-years, she still clings to youth's glory. Wide blue eyes the color of a summer sea are framed in thick lashes, only the barest hint of laugh lines crinkling the corners. Her mouth is generous, expressive, quick with a smile, sometimes pinched in an affectionately judgemental purse. She is of average height and built on a lean, but womanly frame. She is, in a word, sweet, projecting a sense of good-spirited fun that builds upon her otherwise youthful charm. + |
| Margot Tyde + | Having grown into herself, the fair Margot remains the picture of Thraxian virtue and beauty, if more composed and mature than in her younger years. Her long, rich blonde hair often finds itself braided severely, or gathered on the head in simple, modest styles. Her large cerulean eyes are every bit as cool as the northern seas of her homeland, with glints of secrets and knowledge hidden in their depths. Her high cheekbones and slender chin give her face an elfin severity that can be both stunning and intimidating in turn easing only on the occation a smile graces her lips. Her lovely frame, slender and graceful, moves with a reserved confidence and certainty of self without imposing upon others. When she speaks, her voice is silvery and able to shift from commanding to enchanting without raising above an intimate volume. + |
| Margret Greenmarch + | Her hair is a nondescript crimson-orange, loosely curled, pulled back in deference to her duties most often. Her stature is middling and her form is on the rounder side. She boasts a permanent limp and a scar on the side of her neck that looks like it should have killed her. But even more obvious than those deformities is the startling beauty that radiates from Margret's dark gray eyes. One has only to look in the pools of those deep, velvety, compassionate eyes to see that there's a wealth of warmth inside. All else falls by the wayside as inconsequential. + |
| Marian Redrain + | Marian is a striking, if hard-looking woman that has seen much in her life. Lean and long of leg, 'sinewy' is a better descriptor of her build than 'lithe'. Marian is strong, and tough, and resilient enough to take anything thrown at her. Her hair borders on sinister, with long, thick locks shaded so deeply red as to look burgundy. A thin scar bisects one eyebrow, continuing down over a sharp, high cheekbone. It calls attention to those flashing eyes, venom green and almond-shaped. When she smiles, it's most often a crooked affair, curling up just at one corner of her wide mouth. Her chin is strong, her hands and arms (and the rest of her, besides) crisscrossed with the faint scars that often decorate a knife-fighter. On clothes that show her midriff, she has two tribal tattoos, dragon and bear to commemorate her two marriages. Three tiny little bear cubs sleep at the foot of the roaring bear tattoo. + |
| Marian Valardin + | Marian is a striking, if hard-looking woman. Lean and long of leg, 'sinewy' is a better descriptor of her build than 'lithe'. Make no mistake, Marian is strong, and tough, and doesn't fit the picture of a Valardin knight at all - but appearances can deceive. Hers borders on sinister, with long, thick hair shaded so deeply red as to look burgundy. A thin scar bisects one eyebrow, continuing down over a sharp, high cheekbone. It calls attention to those flashing eyes, venom green and almond-shaped. When she smiles, it's most often a crooked affair, curling up just at one corner of her wide mouth. Her chin is strong, her hands and arms (and the rest of her, besides) criss-crossed with the faint scars that often decorate a knife-fighter. + |
| Marina Redleaf + | At first glance Marina is a tiny woman with bright amber eyes and dark brown hair. She looks easily enough someone you might want to sit down and talk with. When approached however it is clear that the young woman has seen hard work in her life. She has a scar that trails from her left ear down her neck and to her chest and there are many other less frightening scars that mark her body. Her hands are calloused from years of hard work rigging on ships and scrubbing their decks. + |
| Marina Redreef + | Marina is a tall and lean figure whose skin is bronzed by the sun, complimenting dark hair and a bright, whiskeyed amber gaze. She is almost constantly in motion, but never in a way that comes across as fidgety or agitated. Instead, what shines through in the lack of stillness is complete confidence and fierce strength. She doesn't walk when she can stride, and she doesn't stride when she can prowl. Her body is slender but fit, with the well-trained and compact muscles of a swimmer. A wide, devilish smile lights up a face that carries a wicked scar lancing down its right side, a keepsake from some blade strike that once barely missed her eye. + |
| Maris Maw + | Intense orbs of vibrant violet boldly observe the world, presenting an immediate duality: striking eyes, a brilliant purple hue, like precious gems of amethyst nestled within the contours of a rougishly handsome face. Yet, a genetic anomaly that sets this young man apart in more ways than one. Countless scars have turned his smooth porcelain flesh into a twisted tapestry of life spent at war, blade in hand. Rips, gashes, cuts, gouges and dents decorate his battle hardened physique, each of them telling a story. His hair is a champagne blonde, well groomed and meticulously cared for, creating an air of vanity about the mercenary despite his dangerous exterior. Taller and thicker than most, he has an incredibly well developed musculature. Each limb is hard and completely striated, defined, ripped; musclebound but utilitarian, as he is still flexible and nimble like a feline. + |
| Marisol Valardin + | The elegance of her lithesome frame culminates in a long neck and a youthful countenance set within a small oval face. Large brown eyes centered with a slender nose reflect an innocence that is not echoed in the regal way she carries herself. Thick brown waves of hair cascade down to the middle of her back left often left simply unrestrained. The ease of her smile shows the depths of quiet observation when it paints her full lips. {w({nLooks a little exhausted in the form of dark circles under her eyes.{w){n + |
| Marius Greenmarch + | A first glance, Marius seems a man built for the hard life of the wild places, with broad shoulders and the thick, rough muscle of years of practical work, rather than lean, trained muscle. His sharp eyes, green like the first leaves of spring, miss little and often focus on nothing, taking in all of his surroundings at once. His smiles and scowls, however, transform him into a charming, handsome man, especially when his sunset auburn hair is kept and styled as men of the Compact might. His voice, when speaking, is a smooth, engaging sound, capturing the attention of those around him. When in the midst of rage, he is the thunder in a torrent, the quaking of the earth, powerful and primal. + |
| Mark + | Mark is of an unassuming height, neither too short nor too tall. His build trends toward something that is more whipcord in nature, not bulky, but definitely with some athletic ability to him. He's fashioned a short dark beard and his hair is a mess of turbulent dark curls. His eyelashes are thick and his eyes are a warm brown. + |
| Mark Crown + | Mark is of an unassuming height, neither too short nor too tall. His build trends toward something that is more whipcord in nature, not bulky, but definitely with some athletic ability to him. He's fashioned a short dark beard and his hair is a mess of turbulent dark curls. His eyelashes are thick and his eyes are a warm brown. + |
| Markos Leporidae + | Strong and wild would both be apt descriptions for this man. Long raven locks hang to his shoulders, oftentimes in a knotted mess when not tied back from his face with a length of cord. Piercing blue eyes peer from beneath a dark brow and as often as not a growth of stubble adorns a strong jaw marred only by four long scars that begin at the jawline and disappear down the collar, created by the taloned paw of some great beast. His build is athletic, hardened by a lifetime spent in the wilds. + |
| Markus Inverno + | This man is built for strength. He is burly and muscled but in such a way he looks quite handsome. He has scars maring his bulky frame from years of battle and training. Though his body is thick it is clearly muscle. His face shows subtle signs of sharpness but it fits more to his muscular figure. His strawberry blonde hair is untamed, even when combed, often tumbling into his face appealingly and drawing eyes to her porcelain white skin and silver eyes. + |
| Marli Zaffria + | Frizzy would be a polite way to describe Marli's hair. Barely tamed could be another, if one weren't paying attention. A puffy halo of curls spreads out from the top of her head to the bottom of her neck, framing a round face with a strong jaw. Large, chocolate colored eyes are set above a nose that might be a touch large on the end but is balanced by the thick, pouty lips. She's short, just 5'3", but walks with the swagger of someone who can stride across the world and face anything, And with the feminine curves shes been gifted with, that swagger is love-sick poets might write about. + |
| Martin Risby + | Martin is, quite happily, sage-like in appearance. (In his younger, more adventurous years, he may have said 'wizard-like,' but time has tempered that with wisdom and prudence). Which is to say he is an old man with a glorious white beard of respectable length - the envy of all younger men around, who can only wish their beard was even half the length or a glimmer of its fullness, and, if Martin may say so himself (he does), its satiny lustre. His hair, also stark white, has yet to abandon his head despite his advanced age, and falls just past his ears to blend discreetly with his beard. His eyes, which often sparkle with good mirth, are of a faded green, often times a touch watery. His skin possesses ruddy undertones, but is ultimately thin and prone to easy bruising. Martin is of average height, though a stoop has taken away a few inches, and his frame no longer recalls its former robustness in youth. + |
| Martinique Barlinnie + | A tall woman, fair of skin but not of character. She's pale of hair but dark of eye, and carries murder in gaze and the belt of daggers on her hips. Her build is well fit, tuned to combat, and her movements show constant awareness. She is muscle and bone, and probably anger. She hasn't time for this, and will let you know such. + |
| Martino Malvici + | At six feet tall with memorable green eyes, Martino Malvici is someone that few very easily forget. He has the classical good looks of the Arvum aristocracy, which points to excellent breeding. A strong jaw and athletic build does little to detract from this. He has a quick smile and easy about him that works well for the Minister and suits his personality. Its a matter of debate as to whether or not he frequently smells so good due to the women he tends to keep company with or if it is just immaculate hygiene. + |
| Maru Rivenshari + | Maru's impressiveness is not in height, but in breadth. He is heavy, hard, and dense. Decades have taken the spring from his step, but he still moves with an implacable surety, like the relentless waves of his home and the cliffs they crash against through the years. Dark hair is frothed with silver-gray, dark shocks yet glimpsed beneath, swirling white. His hair alternates from kempt to unkempt and a variety of styles depending on who charmed him into sitting still long enough for its maintenance. His expression is grim and imposing, fearsome. And slightly more fearsome when he smiles. + |
| Maru Seliki + | Maru's impressiveness is not in height, but in breadth. He is heavy, hard, and dense. Decades have taken the spring from his step, but he still moves with an implacable surety, like the relentless waves of his home and the cliffs they crash against through the years. Dark hair is frothed with silver-gray, dark shocks yet glimpsed beneath, swirling white. His hair alternates from kempt to unkempt and a variety of styles depending on who charmed him into sitting still long enough for its maintenance. His expression is grim and imposing, fearsome. And slightly more fearsome when he smiles. + |
| Marvella Mazetti + | Marvella is a picture of elegance, grace, and style. She is slender and tall with raven black locks and dark eyes, accompanied by perfectly arched brows, thick lashes, high cheekbones and a lighter complexion than that of most of her family. Many consider her stunningly beautiful and Marvella makes a point to always appear her best. It is said Marvella bears a noticeable resemblance to her late great grandmother, Aimara Mazetti. + |
| Marxon Savantis + | A foreboding man whose height and broad shoulders combine with a dark complexion to grant him a vaguely sinister and menacing appearance. The way his bright green eyes dissect his surroundings, hungrily seeking and weighing, does little to diminish that impression. His black hair and beard are peppered with gray, both kept short, but hardly neat. His skin is weathered by age and elements, his face heavily creased and lined in a way that suggests a hard-lived life. A jagged, uneven scar mars his features, beginning near the left temple and terminating below the jawline across the corner of his mouth, which draws his lips into an uneven smirk. + |
| Marzio Mazetti + | Of a shorter stature than average, this man possesses a powerful build like that of a soldier. His hands are heavily calloused, especially at the tips of his right index and middle fingers, speaking of time spent pulling at the string of a bow. A thick mane of unruly brown hair hangs down to his chin when not tied back from his eyes with a cord of leather. A pair of green eyes rest comfortably beneath a dark brow, and twinkle with a friendly nature above a nose that has a noticeable crook in it from being broken at least once in its lifetime. More often than not a growth of stubble adorns his jawline. + |
| Mason Al'Ajionij + | Lanky and angular in the most sculptural way, Mason's complexion has been darkened further than it's natural brown hue by time spent outdoors. That time has also layered his bony frame with some natural muscle, and even dusted some slightly darker freckles across his chiseled cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. The scholarly noble has flourished in the wilds of Arvum; handsome, healthy and finally possessed of an ease of bearing that speaks to happiness. More recently, however, time seems to be rapidly taking it's toll. The man always wears a silk strip wrapped around his face, covering the loss of his right eye. Premature gray seems to be rapidly sprinkling into his black hair, and there are lines of stress across his face that mingle with faint scars of healed scratches on his right cheek and brow. + |
| Massimiliano Buccheri + | Massimiliano Buccheri is a man of height and power, even if age has softened some of the broadness built into him from a life of hauling around stone and clay. More than anywhere else, that strength can be seen in his sculptor's hands. Age has stolen the color from his hair but left it an enviable silver with the natural thickness and health of it remaining untouched by time and now it complements the gray of his eyes better than ever the raven-dark mane of his youth did. Those eyes are not prone to the same warmth sometimes kindled in his personality. They're striking, but in a way that better serves the narrative of a cold heart and when he isn't smiling to take that edge from them few would be at fault for believing he's currently displeased with them. As a matter of course, his appearance is maintained thoroughly, his grooming a credit to the class of people from which he hails. + |
| Mateline Savatier + | Mateline is a young woman who has lived what some might call an easy life. Her skin is not quite pale but has the fair smooth look and the look of someone who has been protected from the sun all her life. Her figure is what would could reasonably be called Rubenesque (if Reuben existed in Arx, anyway). She has a full body with generous curves in hips, bust, and legs and has a healthy amount of plumpness to her in other parts as well. Her hair is a stunning shade of strawberry blonde and Mateline typically wears it in fashionable updos and braids designed to accenture the shape of her face. A delicate, heart-shaped face with full, plump lips, long lashes, and delicate hazel eyes along with a small nose and soft cheeks complete her look. Mateline is usually generously attired with cosmetic--dark red lips, dark lashes, kohl, and a dusting of rouge to bring out the best in her features are the usual. + |
| Mathex Comirae + | Average height for a man, dark hair that will probably recede over the next few years, dark eyes, and a fair-skinned complexion: Mathex is not a remarkable looking person by any means. His build is on the trim side of muscular, not quite stocky but likely to shade that way as he ages. Thick brows are balanced by a trimmed beard and moustache, rarely allowed to get shaggy. The bulb of his nose is a little too large, his brown eyes have a tendency to squint (causing early crow's feet at their corners), and his face is often sunburnt or wind-chapped. + |
| Mathias Coaldust + | Strong, dark, handsome man. This tends to be the way people remember Mathias. Broad-shouldered and tall, he gives an image of strength that is only reinforced by the layers of muscles beneath his skin. Despite his size and musculature, he still manages to move easily and lightly on his feet, very much so a panther, rather than a bear. But a panther wouldn't give such honest and charming smiles, or the occasional grin when he's particularly amused... or if he's talking to ladies. They get their fair share, along with the full intensity of his black eyes. With his trimmed beard and shoulder-length black hair to complete the tableau, Mathias truly fulfills the succinct description. Strong, dark and handsome. + |
| Mathis Leroux + | Mathis is tall, long of limb and broad across the shoulders. He doesn't carry on his body a tremendous amount of muscle, what he does have is more whipcord. Rangy. He's the sort of man that's built for agility and speed, and as such he moves with a significant economy of movement. His dark hair has a subtle wave to it, often cut short and allowed to dust the tops of his ears. He has a broad, charming smile that truly reaches his clear blue eyes, and his looks are what could be described as conventionally attractive. There's a hawkishness to his nose however, offering a bit more character than his features might have had otherwise. His skin is sunkissed, bronzed from many hours spent out in the fields and forests. His hands are strong, scattered with a variety of knicks and scars that speak to his time spent actively working. + |
| Matilde Redrain + | Slender yet athletic, Matilde has a feminine appearance with an average height. She has decent upper body strength that has been honed from years of pulling back bowstrings and taming horses in and around Farhaven. Most of her time is spent outdoors and has given her a sun-kissed complexion that brings out the crystalline blue of her eyes. Such features complement her long hair that's typically secured in a ponytail or chignon so her vision is not obscured while target practicing with her bow, hunting, or while training with the family's horses. She has a youthful appearance, a bright smile, and a glint of mischief in her eyes. + |
| Matteo Pravus + | This man is bound in muscle, but none that have been used for practical purposes to any extent, with almost perfectly tanned skin. Slightly tall, his frame is hewn and chiseled like his angled jaw. Dark green eyes are a bright smolder in an almondine shape, wrinkles starting to form at their edges. His thick brows have the same traces of wrinkles between them, while his mouth is wide and soft below an aquiline nose. His hair is a dark brown, hints of the sun catching in the curls. + |
| Mattheu Rivenshari + | Mattheu might be the youngest of the Rivenshari, but he is definitely the biggest one of bunch. His large frame with hard muscles and well-worn hands that have seen many fights. His thoughtful mocha eyes burn with banked rage that's let loose when he's fighting. Easy to smile, and just as easy to anger, his facial expressions change with his mood. Unlike his brother, he prefers to keep his hair short, out of the way. With a thin layer of well groomed facial hair, or on a rare occasion cleanly shaved. There are quite a few scars on his body made a few lucky shots. + |
| Maude Ashford + | There is something martial about the severe chin-length cut of this woman's wavy silver hair, and there is something martial about the woman's posture and build, still straight and solid, though she tends to favor the left leg when walking, and while the over impression is hard and lean, she's undoubtedly softer in places, around the middle, around the hips. Age has also softened the lines of her face, and etched her weathered skin with a web of scowling or grinning lines. Her narrow eyes, however, remain adamant, a gray that hints of stormy skies, and her mouth is thin but expressive. She may have been strikingly attractive, once, and the bone structure is still there, all hard angular contours, an aquiline nose, proeminent cheekbones and a strong chiseled jaw. + |
| Max Darkwater + | Maximilian looks so much the sailor he brings the phantom scent of salt in his wake, even moving through throne rooms and cobbled streets. Most often he wears a practiced scowl: strong dark brows drawn low over striking sea-colored eyes, and a mouth tilted towards one chiseled cheekbone or another. Lanky and graceful, he's a rogueishly handsome man, with thick brown curls that beg for a sea breeze to ruffle them. + |
| Maxen halfshav + | Maxen is a gangly, slim built sort. Starting from the top he has a mess of thick black hair, and peering out from under those curls are dark green eyes. Not brooding though, there seems to be an air of playfulness, a lack of seriousness. His face is a pleasant array of sharp angles, with full lips that seem to be easy to quirk at some unseen amusement. His eyebrows are thick, and in combination with the rest of him his face is very expressive. + |
| Maya Redreef + | Neither tall nor short, Maya fits into the realm of 'average,' though she is perhaps a bit on the thin side. There is something of a pallor about her that almost begs for more time in the sun. From her pale skin to her near-white hair and even the oh-so-pale blue of her left eye: it is as if all the color has washed out of her. Other than the scarring that crosses above and below her milky-white right eye, she has no visible scarring on her person. Her hair is generally kept long and frequently in her face. {w({nCurrently, Maya is wearing black lace across the right side of her face; the fabric dense enough to hide her eye and its scars except under the closest of scrutiny. It ties at the back of her head, just under her hair which is tied up in a careful braid.{w){n + |
| Mayir Grayhope + | Mayir has black, wild hair, that he never seems to comb. It sticks out at all angles from his head, a tangle that defies both the barber's shears and the wind alike. Youthful, he has an easy smile, brown skin, and dark chocolate eyes that shine with mirth and keen perception. Mayir is also slender, and wiry, with quick, graceful movements of someone who is used to being underfoot and getting out of the way. Yet there is just a bit of muscle there too, of one who has had to lift and tote on the regular. + |
| Maylis Solena + | Maylis is a woman of average height, a willowy figure in an ankle-length linen dress. Her clothing is homespun, simple but sturdy, and her carefully-coiffed short blonde hair and neat garb speak to an attention to cleanliness. She usually wears aprons with deep pockets, and smells of whatever fresh herbs she's been out picking that morning. She's rarely seen without a smile for everyone who crosses her path, and moves with calm, measured grace. + |
| Maylis Steelhart + | Maylis is a woman of average height, a willowy figure in an ankle-length linen dress. Her clothing is homespun, simple but sturdy, and her carefully-coiffed short blonde hair and neat garb speak to an attention to cleanliness. She usually wears aprons with deep pockets, and smells of whatever fresh herbs she's been out picking that morning. She's rarely seen without a smile for everyone who crosses her path, and moves with calm, measured grace. + |
| Meabh Clearlake + | Tall, in fact the tallest in her family, Meabh stands just a hair above six feet, cutting an impressive figure. Her body is a testament to hard work, with thick corded muscles that speak to years of grueling training. When she moves, it's with the languid grace of a panther on the prowl, self-assured and confident. Her hair is naturally raven black, that fades to white towards the tips; framing a face with heterochromatic eyes of blue-green on the right, and violet on the left, often shadowed in kohl. Her long hair is often worn in multiple braids, with beads of stone and engraved metals, along with bits of colored ribbon weaved through the braids. A blue line of woad running down through the middle of her lower lip to her chin. + |
| Meara Kennex + | Meara is short but still somehow lanky, there's no better way to put it. All wiry limbs and sharp elbows, the build of someone who is always burning off more energy than she's taking in. Her expression at rest is wary, but strong emotions (and they are usually strong) bring light to her features. Sometimes there are even dimples! Suntouched brown curls riot around her head; dark eyebrows arch over watchful hazel eyes. In silks or in leathers, Meara is only, irrevocably, herself. + |
| Medeia Eswynd + | Petite and graced with plush curves, at first glance one might think Medeia is a spoiled noble who has never gotten her hands dirty. Her hair falls in glossy brown waves past her shoulder blades, warm hazel eyes peek coyly from under thick, dark lashes, and her full lips can curve into a sultry pout as easily as a sly grin. She moves with the grace of a dancer, prone to using her hands to emphasize her words - delivered by a velvety alto in a lilting Lycene accent. Modesty is not one of her guiding principles when it comes to her sense of style, which allows the illusion of a pampered lady to shatter: An old, faded and jagged scar runs under her collar bone from right shoulder to sternum. Another, a still shiny and pink blotch of a thing, covers most of her upper-left back. And depending on how deep her neckline plunges, one may catch the occasional glimpse of a three-armed spiral tattoo in the hollow of her ribs. + |
| Medeia Saik + | Petite and graced with plush curves, at first glance one might think Medeia is a spoiled noble who has never gotten her hands dirty. Her hair falls in glossy, dark brown waves past her shoulder blades, warm hazel eyes peek coyly from under thick, dark lashes, and her full lips can curve into a sultry pout as easily as a sly grin. She moves with the grace of a dancer, prone to using her hands to emphasize her words - delivered by a velvety alto in a lilting Lycene accent. Modesty is not one of her guiding principles when it comes to her sense of style, which allows the illusion of a pampered lady to shatter: An old, faded and jagged scar runs under her collar bone from right shoulder to sternum. Another covers most of her upper-left back. And, depending on how deep her neckline plunges, one may catch the occasional glimpse of intense scarring between her ribs. + |
| Meesha Daije + | Meesha Daije is a river siren with skin touched by sunshine. Her alluring amber eyes speaks of secrets that she only knows. Her long sable hair dances in the wind, flowing down her back. Her graceful movements make the most of her curves as she dances to music that only she hears. Many of sailor has fallen prey to the deadly flower with red tinged lips and blushing cheeks. + |
| Megara Corsetina + | Megara is a slender woman whose feminine grace does not easily translate into the predatory or sensuous gait of other Corsetina. The woman is subdued, sticking to the corners instead of taking centerstage, despite looks that might be described as fetching, even if exagerated. The young Corsetina has thick lips, a distinct nose and wide, vividly green eyes that are anything if not remarkable. Although her hair is midnight black like other Corsetinas' hers is highlighted by streaks of gold that mix with the dark locks that fall past her shoulders. + |
| Melinda Grimhall + | A tall beautiful woman stands here with an exotic dusky skin-tone of Thraxian origin. Her dark hair has been styled into gorgeous ringlets that cascade down to her shoulders. Every tress is artfully placed yet still manages to convey a slightly wild look. She's also taken extra time with her makeup, smoothly applying a subtle layer of blush so as to soften her defined sharp cheekbones. A gentle application of dark mascara causes her brilliant blue grey eyes shine with intelligence. Her eyebrows have been carefully sculpted to perfection, giving no doubt that she took extra time to get ready today. + |
| Melody Crown + | A long-lashed, midnight blue gaze soaks in the world around Melody. With a gracefully angled face framed by dark chocolate hair dusting her shoulders, she possesses a soft, almost ethereal countenance. An upturned nose, soothing voice, graceful limbs that taper off into dainty fingers, and fair skin neither kissed by the sun nor calloused by handiwork only serve to put emphasis on this appearance. Yet, hers edges on whimsy, a possibly feigned innocence and an air that she just doesn't belong. + |
| Melosa Tagaris + | A tall woman, with dark hair and a long, grave face when at rest. Her eyes, which sometimes seem far away and other times mischievous, shine in a manner reminiscent of moonlight upon the ocean. Though no longer at the peak of physical fitness, Melosa still walks with a self-assured stride and bears herself in a manner that speaks of a life more often spent toughing it. Years which she has exchanged for fine clothes, fine perfumes, and fancy hair-dos. Melosa has earned it, after all. + |
| Meranthe Grayhope + | With hazel eyes in a thoroughly-tanned face, Meranthe looks to be somewhere in middle age and well-travelled. Old enough to be confident but young enough to be active, she brings a gravity and intensity to everything she does. The slenderness of youth has been left behind, but Meranthe's stockiness is still more muscle than anything else, and her cheeks and chin dimple when she smiles. + |
| Mercedes Valadrin + | Forge a woman from steel. Cast her features for strength, an image of Gloria in action: all jaw, all cheekbone. Then warm her to flesh, for this woman is altogether human. Her skin is warm and fair, occasionally spattered by dark freckling when she spends too much time in the sunlight. A dimple flashes in only one of her cheeks, and only when she smiles, which is not often. Her lips are thin, on the pale side, and rarely touched with color. Her hair is dark, dark brown, like the shadowed trunks in the depths of the woods, too warm and subtly reddish to be mistaken for black, but only just. Her eyes are pale, gray-green, like leaves through faded mist, of striking clarity and intensity beneath the stark, thick shape of her eyebrows. Muscle defines her lean but stocky frame more than any curves or softness, though neither curves nor softness are wholly absent. + |
| Mercedes Valardin + | Forge a woman from steel. Cast her features for strength, an image of Gloria in action: all jaw, all cheekbone. Then warm her to flesh, for this woman is altogether human. Her skin is warm and fair, occasionally spattered by dark freckling when she spends too much time in the sunlight. A dimple flashes in only one of her cheeks, and only when she smiles, which is not often. Her lips are thin, on the pale side, and rarely touched with color. Her hair is dark, dark brown, like the shadowed trunks in the depths of the woods, too warm and subtly reddish to be mistaken for black, but only just. Her eyes are pale, gray-green, like leaves through faded mist, of striking clarity and intensity beneath the stark, thick shape of her eyebrows. Muscle defines her lean but stocky frame more than any curves or softness, though neither curves nor softness are wholly absent. + |
| Merek Black + | This man stands at around five foot ten, while he has a lissome and a somewhat muscular build to his form, and also skin which is dusky in tone. The male has smooth hair which comes towards his chin, the color which is like midnight and sable, although metallic-like tones, have been fashioned within that roguishly unkempt mane. He has eyes much like a golden amber, which shine with emotions. + |
| Meriah Gascoigne + | There's a sudden disassociation when looking at the woman. Her face isn't off-putting with narrow, pale features that register as normal. Dusty, black hair often kept short and brushed in a simple fashion. But the noticeable thing, the thing that makes it hard to look at her without flinching--are the scars. They are on violent display, crossing over the hollowness of an eye and near the corner of the lip. Brutal, in whatever made them and carried off that violet eye. The other is sharp, almost sinister, as though it had some hand in the gruesome disappearance of the other. {w({nlounging{w){n + |
| Merida Grimhall + | Crimson red bombards ones gaze as your eyes fall on this woman, like blood on the water. And the association is most befitting of this Grimhall woman. Her thick mane of red tumbles right down to below her shoulder blades in subtle waves and curls, wry bangs framing a face of elegant beauty. Striking golden amber eyes peer out at the world from beneath dark lashes, but within their luxurious depths lies a smouldering passion, filled with an indignant rage and wild hunger that either transfixes the beholder or forces them to look away. But her face betrays her feral spirit, with soft features and full lips often pulled into a cool, lopsided smile, sultry and wry. She's not tall by any means, but her sensually hourglass figure is athletically toned and blessed with ample feminine features. Her skin is mostly pale, only lightly kissed by the suns rays despite her time on the water, and remains unblemished. She doesn't so much walk as strut, with a sway of her hips and a bounce in her step, high heels clicking away. She carries herself with pride, and her cool but wild demeanour can only scream one thing. Pirate. Well, perhaps two. Crazy pirate. + |
| Merida Thrax + | Crimson red bombards ones gaze as your eyes fall on this woman, like blood on the water. And the association is most befitting of this Grimhall woman. Her thick mane of red tumbles right down to below her shoulder blades in subtle waves and curls, wry bangs framing a face of elegant beauty. Striking golden amber eyes peer out at the world from beneath dark lashes, but within their luxurious depths lies a smouldering passion, filled with an indignant rage and wild hunger that either transfixes the beholder or forces them to look away. But her face betrays her feral spirit, with soft features and full lips often pulled into a cool, lopsided smile, sultry and wry. She's not tall by any means, but her sensually hourglass figure is athletically toned and blessed with ample feminine features. Her skin is mostly pale, only lightly kissed by the suns rays despite her time on the water, and remains unblemished. She doesn't so much walk as strut, with a sway of her hips and a bounce in her step, high heels clicking away. She carries herself with pride, and her cool but wild demeanour can only scream one thing. Pirate. Well, perhaps two. Crazy pirate. + |
| Mevo Valarney + | The woman is on the short side, standing just above five feet tall. Her dark brown hair is tied in a low bun, and her bangs kept away from her eyes. Her blue eyes are of a light shade, and directly below them are a bridge of light freckles, that travel across her nose bridge to both cheeks. Her hands are often times dusted in some powder, and she commonly smells of an array of herbs. + |
| Mia Riven + | Long, thick, straight hair falls in shining black waves to the midst of Mia's back. The gossamer cascade shapes inward around her high cheekbones, lending to the gently oval shape of her face. Her golden-toned features are softened by the slight downturn of her nose over the bow of her full lips. Her eyes narrow in a slight curve, gleaming black beneath thin brows, framed by thick lashes. Lean but shapely, there is something about Mia that suggests directed motion, a contained grace and a strong likelihood that wisdom lies in removing oneself from her path. + |
| Micaela Malespero + | Tall and lithe, Micaela is a willowy sort that moves with a dreamy sort of meandering that bespeaks very little focus on the world around her. Her gestures are slow and fluid. Her seafoam green eyes rarely focus on any one thing, drifting off as her attention shifts. Even her honey-colored hair is curly and wispy, refusing to be tamed - even in a braid, little wisps drift free. + |
| Michael Bisland + | Tall and broad shouldered, like the heroes of old, Michael moves with intent and purpose, to make himself as unforgettable as possible. His ebony hair falls in soft curls just past his ears, delectably unkempt, contrasting with his chestnut skin and accentuating his sparkling emerald eyes. He is built like a marble statue, but his admittedly impressive musculature is nearly forgettable compared to the bright, breezy confidence bordering on arrogance often shown in his trademarked bright grins. He has the brilliant, infectious grins of a man who expects to be found charming, which can just as easily be tremendously offputting. + |
| Miella Corsetina + | Her dark gold eyes stand out from the rest of her features, the intense way that she fixes her gaze on someone might unnerve them. She is a comely woman with very long black hair that drapes down her back to her hips. High cheekbones and full lips rarely arrange themselves into a smile, but there is always a look of amusement flitting in her features that hints at some sardonic joke that only she understands. She is tall and lean with subtle curves and wiry muscle. Her olive toned skin is faultless, save for one small scar on her bottom lip. + |
| Mihai Corvini + | A man of above average height, Mihai is physically fit, if not quite impressively built. He's got a trim, athletically built body and smooth hands. His face is handsome, with a squared jaw, a straight nose and intense, dark blue eyes. However, his fair features are often marred with an expressionless, almost pensive look, and the slight dip of his eyebrows. + |
| Mihaly Riven + | When he had hair, Mihaly's was already going grey in his youth. Now that he's middle-aged, while there would still be color left, his has gone slate-grey, the remaining hair that covers the sides and back of his head kept shaved short, the rest having receeded to baldness. Thankfully, he has aged gracefully, a combination of wrinkles, lightly weathered skin, and a few scars has given him a mixture of distinguished experience and the wisdom of a fatherly figure. As well as the well-manicured beard that covers his jaw, chin, and mouth. + |
| Mikael Kennex + | Mikael cuts a nice silhouette at six feet tall, broad-shouldered but trim, long-legged - the kind of man that probably got called 'lanky' a lot when he was a kid, but he's long since managed to grow into himself. Dark brown hair gets a conscientious trim any time it does more than brush his collar, wavy and prone to fall across his forehead, only to be pushed or blown back from his face, a good match for the trim beard-and-mustache that's occasionally allowed to get shaggy before tackles that, too. Heavy brows, sparse eyelashes, and crow's feet are more notable than the brownish-hazelish eyes that they surround. Although his features have a tendency to look grim in repose, his smile is transformative, even with the imperfect teeth it reveals, bringing to life dimples on either side of his face. + |
| Mikani Byrne + | Mika Tideborne is a tall woman with an athletic but curvy body. She has a small nose and full pink lips that hide a row of healthy white teeth. Her eyes are a window to her depth and mystery and, to most, clearly reflect the intelligence behind her pretty face. Long brown hair reaches down to the middle of her back and has been bleached lighter by constant exposure to sunlight. Mika can be a quiet woman at times but when she does speak her voice tends to be calm and somewhat soothing much like a gentle breeze. Though seemingly laid back she also carries herself with nearly tangible confidence in a way that tells people she is not their prey. {w({nMika's body is a book of scars that tells of injuries long past and recent once thattell of her life at present. The scars show a history of risky behavior; they are scattered over her skin and most of them hardly visible but there are a couple the suggest she may have nearly died a couple of times. The most noticible are the criss crossing old scars on her back. They are old and faded, more like a memory of a past than of current history. She has five tattoos on her body. The first is on her left forearm. A compass with a needle that doesn't quite point north and two swallows flying around it. It colored with blues and purples and it reminds her that she knows the way north but she can always follow her own path. Another is on her side, under her left arm. It is a geometric bow and arrow. She would never confess the meaning behind this one beyond saying it is for the trials in her life; it has a Saffron feel to it, the art style typical of that region. Right below the hairline on the back of her neck is a pair of outlined wings with the number 20 between them. Her right shoulder blade holds a geometric dolphin jumpin out of a wave in colors of the water. Finally there is a tattoo of a firebird on her right forearm, for he new House. House Byrne.{w){n + |
| Mikani Crovane + | Mika Tideborne is a tall woman with an athletic but curvy body. She has a small nose and full pink lips that hide a row of healthy white teeth. Her eyes are a window to her depth and mystery and, to most, clearly reflect the intelligence behind her pretty face. Long brown hair reaches down to the middle of her back and has been bleached lighter by constant exposure to sunlight. Mika can be a quiet woman at times but when she does speak her voice tends to be calm and somewhat soothing much like a gentle breeze. Though seemingly laid back she also carries herself with nearly tangible confidence in a way that tells people she is not their prey. + |
| Mikani Magnotta + | Mika Tideborne is a tall woman with an athletic but curvy body. She has a small nose and full pink lips that hide a row of healthy white teeth. Her eyes are a window to her depth and mystery and, to most, clearly reflect the intelligence behind her pretty face. Long brown hair reaches down to the middle of her back and has been bleached lighter by constant exposure to sunlight. Mika can be a quiet woman at times but when she does speak her voice tends to be calm and somewhat soothing much like a gentle breeze. Though seemingly laid back she also carries herself with nearly tangible confidence in a way that tells people she is not their prey. + |
| Mikani Redreef + | Mika Tideborne is a tall woman with an athletic but curvy body. She has a small nose and full pink lips that hide a row of healthy white teeth. Her eyes are a window to her depth and mystery and, to most, clearly reflect the intelligence behind her pretty face. Long brown hair reaches down to the middle of her back and has been bleached lighter by constant exposure to sunlight. Mika can be a quiet woman at times but when she does speak her voice tends to be calm and somewhat soothing much like a gentle breeze. Though seemingly laid back she also carries herself with nearly tangible confidence in a way that tells people she is not their prey. {w({nMika's body is a book of scars that tells of injuries long past and recent ones that tell of her life at present. The scars show a history of risky behavior: they are scattered over her skin and most of them hardly visible but there are a couple that suggest she may have nearly died a couple of times She has three tattoos on her body. The first is on her right wrist. A small circle compass rose with the only lettering being an N for north. The arrow points slightly to the right reminding her that she knows the way north but can always follow her own path. Annother is on her side, just below her left arm. It is a geometric bow and arrow. She would never confess the meaning behind this one beyond saying it is for the trials in her life; it has a Saffron feel to it, the art style typical of that region. The last tattoo is a small of outlined wings with the number 20 between them at the base of her hairline.{w){n + |
| Mikani Tideborne + | Mika Tideborne is a tall woman with an athletic but curvy body. She has a small nose and full pink lips that hide a row of healthy white teeth. Her eyes are a window to her depth and mystery and, to most, clearly reflect the intelligence behind her pretty face. Long brown hair reaches down to the middle of her back and has been bleached lighter by constant exposure to sunlight. Mika can be a quiet woman at times but when she does speak her voice tends to be calm and somewhat soothing much like a gentle breeze. Though seemingly laid back she also carries herself with nearly tangible confidence in a way that tells people she is not their prey. {w({nMika's body is a book of scars that tells of injuries long past and recent ones that tell of her life at present. The scars show a history of risky behavior, they are scattered over her skin and most of them hardly visible but there are a couple that suggest she may have nearly died a couple of times. She has a tattoo in between her shoulder blades. Simple black ink creates an image of a dark hole in the ground where below a woman tries to climb her way back out. The woman could very well represent Mika given the story she told him about having fallen in one at one point. There is another tattoo on her side, just below her arm. A black widow fighting a tiger, both with a Saffron feel to them, the art style typical of the region. The last tatoo is small a tic-tac-toe board at the base of her hair line.{w){n + |
| Miles Lockton + | Average in most respects, Miles stands just under six feet tall and possesses a relatively trim build. What was once a strong young man has gradually gave way to the effects of age. That is not to be imagined that he man is not capable; far from it. He is as spry and limber as he was in his youth and his wiry frame is collection of corded muscles and memories in the form of scars. Charcoal hair is kept modestly short, though often slicked back. A carefully trimmed beard hugs his jawline and a majestic moustache is kept carefully waxed and presentable for the admiration of all. His blue eyes speak of age and experience, time spent on and off the battlefield. At times his eyes contain the vibrance of lost youth, but more and more often with age they seem distant and haunted. + |
| Mimi Pravus + | Mimi is small, but striking. Her dusky olive skin is liberally spattered with dark freckles, her dark hair a riot of ringlets that she usually keeps tamed in braids, either pigtails or pinned across the back of her head. Her expressive features are highlighted by dark eyes and full lips. Her frame is small, with hints that it might run toward healthy plumpness if she ever manages to get consistent, decent meals. + |
| Mina Grayfallow + | Mine wasn't exactly short for a girl, but she wasn't very tall either. Small reading glasses set in front of her dark green eyes on the bridge of her pointed noise, somehow not scratched up from the constant use they received. Framing her somewhat pale and freckled face was rather dry looking red hair that tumbled over her shoulders into a mess of split ends. Being skin and bones it was easier for her to wear men's clothing, and was more sturdy too, normally wearing a red cotton tunic and pants. There were a number of things that she carried around with her, a leather shoulderbag, several small pouches at the belt and her white journal attached to her belt with a chain. In her hand she usually has her trusty walking stick that she's had since childhood. It was carved out of a massive branch, and was exactly her height in the shape of a sewing needle, which included the eye at the top. At the top of the eye were some small ribbons tied to it that hung down slightly that had small metal superstitious symbols for good luck...they jingle happily when the breeze picks up. + |
| Minka Grayson + | Minka's skin seems as if was touch by the sun, giving her a natural tan. Her hair is a deep red in color. She keeps it generally tied back, while bangs frame her facial features. Her eyes are a deep blue color like two sapphires glinting in the light. her features are small. With a straight nose and lips that have a cupid's bow. Because of her choices, Minka has much stronger curves due to the muscles she has developed. It doesn't affect her feminine side, but it is clear she is possibly at a high level of strength and dexterity. She has long legs that gives her most of her height. + |
| Mira Artiglio + | This woman's bright blue eyes are made wider and more expressive than they really are by the large, golden-rimmed spectacles she wears. Reddish-brown hair is usually grouped into something like a ponytail, though she also wears it in a formal braid or even a bun as circumstances demand. Prim, proper, and scholarly to a fault, she is also somewhat inconveniently curvy for her trade, with what would best be described as an hourglass figure. She is given to disapproving stares, huffs of indignation, and a very serious, business-like demeanor most times. + |
| Miraj Champagne + | Long, niveous hair cascades down Miraj's back in a tumult of large, bouncy curls that causes it to pleasingly frame her winsome oval face. Below two dark, fine brows are set two smouldering indigo eyes wreathed in long, dramatic lashes that lend her a piercing and intense gaze. A single beauty mark under her right eye gives character to an otherwise symmetrical face, drawing attention to the noble height of her cheekbones and the smoothness of her cheeks. Adjacent to them is a demure, enigmatic mouth with generous lips that are prone to warm, flirtatious smiles and easy, melodic laughter. With smooth sun-kissed skin, a sylphlike figure, and all the right feminine curves it's easy to see that she's quite fit, but lacking in much muscular definition. Overall, she presents a sophisticated and effortlessly elegant tableau without lacking in warmth and vulnerability. + |
| Miranda Mazetti + | With gorgeous mahogany hair falling in graceful waves down to the backs of her knees, Miranda is unquestionably a lovely woman. Her well-defined cheekbones give her a classical beauty and, framed by the longest, lushest, dark lashes, her honey-gold brown eyes glitter sensuously and, often, with mirth. Her mouth is wide, and her smiles are generous and frequent. Built athletically, she nonetheless cuts a feminine figure. + |
| Miranda Rubino-Zaffria + | With gorgeous mahogany hair falling in graceful waves down to the backs of her knees, Miranda is unquestionably a lovely woman. Her well-defined cheekbones give her a classical beauty and, framed by the longest, lushest, dark lashes, her honey-gold brown eyes glitter sensuously and, often, with mirth. Her mouth is wide, and her smiles are generous and frequent. Built athletically, she nonetheless cuts a feminine figure. {w({nHer long mahogany hair has been pulled back over her ears, twisted, and then held in place with her hairpins. Tendrils of curls hang down to frame her face lightly. The mass of her hair has been pulled into a thick braid behind her that falls nearly to her knees, but is hidden under her coat.{w){n + |
| Mirari Corsetina + | With a wicked gleam in her long-lashed, emerald eyes and a knowing smile on her generous lips Mirari Corsetina is a dangerous woman whose inclination for violence is not tempered by her natural grace and undeniable allure, but complemented by those. Her features are undeniably beautiful and she is always impeccably presented, a powerful aura of dignity and self-appreciation guarding the Corsetina like a halo. Her frame is athletic, with generous hips and long legs, her skin a perfectly silky smooth light olive and black hair that cascades down her back to her waist. + |
| Miraya Corsetina + | Miraya is a beautiful green-eyed woman of sharp features and pronounced cheekbones that distinguishes herself in the Lower Boroughs for her elegant stride and dignified bearing. Her dark blonde mane is a thing to behold, thick and lush, her pride and glory, and she seems to take very good care of it. Nimble, she packs everything she does with a good amount of energy that comes from deep within to the point of coming off too strong at times. Although she might not act like her relatives, side by side there is no denying she is of Corsetina stock even if she might lack their signature dark hair. A few thin scars mark her hands, though she might have more. + |
| Mirella Fiorelli + | Short and slight of form, but graced with modest curves accentuated by a trim waist, Mirella carries herself with a sleek grace that belies her common origins. Her homeland is equally hard to discern despite her velvety Lycene accent, as she's pallid in a way that seems unusual for someone raised in the sun-drenched south. Her skin is nearly as pale as aeterna silk; her satiny white hair shimmers with a silvery opalescence like the lustre of alaricite. This monochromatic theme is contrasted by doe-like eyes saturated with the blue-violet hues of a star-flecked duskstone, their rich pigmentation flattered by inborn lilac shadows on both her upper and lower eyelids. Fanned by naturally long eyelashes as black as crow feathers, her jewel-bright gaze is most often cool and calm in its appraisal of the world, complementary to the doll-like delicacy of her pretty face. + |
| Miriemi Lox + | There are many different words which could be applied to this aging woman. The more delicate might call her 'weathered', while the less polite could use the word 'ugly'. A doctor or apothecary would likely declare her 'terminal'. A soldier's most likely epithet for her is 'poor bastard'. No matter the first reaction, all eventually settle on one word: 'ruined'. Her face is an ugly mass of scars, their apparent age making them no less terrible. One ear is a ruined stump, but has still suffered a better fate than the other, which is little more than a hole. One side of her face, from the top of her left cheekbone to the middle of the cheek, appears to have been carved from the rest, like a slice of meat from a roast, then to have healed so poorly that it seems infected near permanently. One last scar - rougher than the dark skin around it - begins at the top of her nose before travelling downwards, taking a chunk of nostril with it, before cleaving her lips in twain and finally dwindling to a halt on the right side of her chin. Given her condition, it seems a wonder she has survived, although a closer inspection reveals a lean, muscular frame and hardy physique of the kind that comes only from years of physical labour. A tattoo winds down her arm, elaborate patterns of swirls and dots and lines that seem regular enough to have some kind of meaning. Between the scars that cover her arms and the layer of filth that seems to coat her at all times, however, what meaning that is quite hard to discern. + |
| Mirk Halfshav + | This man is stout and well-built. He is not a specimen, he is not impressive, but he is sturdy with broadly sloped shoulders leading into thick arms with a strong chest and reliable legs to match. He has a full beard from ear to ear and a mustach to keep his face warm too. His brow is forever furrowed and his hairline is high giving him a windswept looked. Curling and tangled light brown locks are kept done up in a bun or knot at the back of his head, some charms hanging from it. Tattoos mark his forearm and entire left side. When visible they depict animals, abstract concepts, and places all woven together in a confusing tapestry of black ink against fair-skin. + |
| Miska el-Can + | Jet black hair flows like silk halfway down this woman's back. The dark color brings out the rich tones of her bronze skin, and pairs well with the onyx lashes and thin brows to bring out the hints of brown in eyes that might otherwise appear black. Her nose might be called button, and her lips dusky and rarely gifted with anything more than a gloss or dusky rose lipstick. She has high cheekbones to frame a stroking face. The 5'5" figure is lithe, given to graceful movements on the slender frame. The whole leaves a stunningly exotic package, mingling the heritage of the Lyceum with that of Eurus. + |
| Mizar Itani + | Black hair is long, somewhat unkempt on a good day. The entire appearance is that of someone that has forgotten to worry about how they look and present themselves to others. Messy, distracted. Perfectly clean, of course. But not always put together. Her eyes are a bright green, and her expression screams an eagerness to please and be useful, an earnestness is present. + |
| Modi Blackpelt + | Painstaking effort has been put into the man's appearance, almost as if he had something to prove. His black hair is short and trimmed around the edges, sprinkled with hints of grey. His face is shaved save for a fine mustache that curls outwardly around his mouth. Broad shoulders betray a once much more active lifestyle, although he's not built quite as strongly as a warrior would be. His arms are slim and long, usually being folded behind his back or clasping his hands at his waist. The only blemish that hasn't been hidden away or painted over is the faded scar upon his forehead, which runs in a straight arc down the right side of his face and ends at his jaw. His choice of attire is almost always something featuring umbra and the color black. If it wasn't for his accent placing him somewhere in the deeper North, he wouldn't look out of place among the high society of Arvani. Clearly he's done his work in ensuring that any trace of Prodigal origin has been buried deep. + |
| Moira Grayhope + | An exotic appeal radiates from Moira Grayhope, one smashed away when she speaks; her voice reveals her Arx-born heritage where her golden skin and dark coloring doesn't. She holds a petite height coupled with lithe limbs and softly rounded curves, her body made of lean muscle rather than pampered fat, and moves with the swaying grace of a woman well-aware that others look at her readily. Her beauty is accented in long lashes and oblique eyes, just a hair lighter than black, perched above defined cheekbones and full lips in a diamond-shaped face. The brows above her eyes are more expressive than the rest of her face, often complementing what feelings can be discerned from her features; they match the terribly dark brown of the thick tresses that crown her head and spill across her shoulders. There's an ebullient lilt to her voice that doesn't suit her posture, kept a touch tense in the manner of the Lower Boroughs' native familiar with watching their back. + |
| Moire Saltcliff + | Lovely is a word that describes her well, this petite and pale-skinned young woman who carries herself with purpose. A beauty that could be breathtaking were she to employ it so, but in the day to day is much more approachable. Wide blue eyes the color of the ocean are framed with a fringe of dark lashes that shows off the exquisite color and manages to add a doelike innocence to her glances when she wishes them to. Her features are delicate, almost girlish, yet when certain moods overtake she is every inch the formidable woman. Pale skin is lightly dusted with freckles from the sun across the cheeks and nose, and her smiles are consistently engaging. + |
| Monique Greenmarch + | Vivacious and carefree, Monique carries with her a wild mystique, never quite putting forth a particular appearance. Her vivid red hair, occasionally darkened with lowlights, or completely dyed always seems to be perfectly kept, even when utterly unkempt. Her green eyes seem to be of different shades, depending on what she wears or the illumination of the room. From a brilliant emerald green to muted mossy tones, they always hold deep intelligence and wicked mischief. Her lovely lips smile easily, accented by a laugh that can add life to a room, or crush a soul when directed at them. She seems in utter control of her lean figure, with purposeful movements, and accentuating or distracting from her soft curves as she deems necessary. + |
| Monique Telmar + | Vivacious and carefree, Monique carries with her a wild mystique, never quite putting forth a particular appearance. Her vivid red hair, occasionally darkened with lowlights, or completely dyed always seems to be perfectly kept, even when utterly unkempt. Her green eyes seem to be of different shades, depending on what she wears or the illumination of the room. From a brilliant emerald green to muted mossy tones, they always hold deep intelligence and wicked mischief. Her lovely lips smile easily, accented by a laugh that can add life to a room, or crush a soul when directed at them. She seems in utter control of her lean figure, with purposeful movements, and accentuating or distracting from her soft curves as she deems necessary. + |
| Montag Waters + | Handsome in a rakish way, Montags most notable features are his bright blue eyes and disarming grin. When he walks into a room, its with a jaunty swagger and a sly smile that eludes at both danger and the promise of fun. Scars criss-cross the length of his tanned skin along with the occasional shav-esque tattoo. Over the years, hes bounced between shoulder length hair and a style more close cropped to his scalp but one factor stays constant--its always stylishly messy. + |
| Moon Morien + | Wild in appearance, wild in manner, this young man seems to have difficulty being still for more than a moment. Despite his rather frenetic nature, he moves with the grace and confidence of a warrior. This small man looks as if he had fallen into some white powder and it stuck to his skin, which is devoid of all color. His skintone is a porcelain cream shade, and his hair is a brilliant blond almost white. + |
| Morgan Seliki + | Taller than average, his body is naturally muscular in the way that comes from years of running and swimming outdoors, combined with vigorous martial training. Dark green and muted amber, his hazel eyes sit above a slightly prominent nose. The young knight's light olive skin is complimented by his dark brown hair verging on sable, left to hang below the ears. More often than not, there's a smile on his face. {w({na warm, black wool and fur cloak has been thrown on for winter{w){n + |
| Morin Corvane + | A pair of hazel-green eyes are the most notable feature of this reedy northern man. The green dominates with verdant hues while the darker brown flecks are dull like sap drops amongst the green. His face is narrow with a prominent nose, thin lips, and a pair of high cheekbones. His curling hair which is a brownish-red, hangs to his shoulders when left unattended. It's silken length hinting at studious care. A pair of large, nick, and callused hands possessing of long fingers lead to sinewy arms and a pair of broad shoulders for his lithe frame. Long and sturdy legs make up the majority of his significant height. His skin is a pale northern tone with the hints of a begrudgingly growing tan. On his chest is a simple inking of a black triangle topped with a straight length depicting a simplistic scale. At one end is a black coin and hanging over the other end are several brilliant crimson droplets. + |
| Moros Inverno + | Moros is a product of his mixed heritage of Inverno and Pravus, a handsome man of chiseled features that give him airs of sharp deviousness. Debonair, the man has confidence in spades, often leading many to think the brash young Shark isn't taking things seriously until it is too late. Standing at six foot one, the graceful Lycene is fierce and agile, his strong body showing the scars of his training and muscle tone that blends grace and power in deadly fashion. His hair is kept short on his sides, giving the young man a fin of sorts in the form of a mohawk fade. Although not common among the Inverno, it seems to agree with Moros's wild demeanor. His eyes are amber-colored, and the young Shark's face is seemingly always eager to relax for a joke or a flirt. Moros acts in bursts of agility and purpose, skill built on talent and confidence, and on his left cheek he bears the mark of his father, a sharp shark tooth. + |
| Morrighan + | At first glance, Morrighan very much appears the epitome of the North and its people; she is a woman that carries herself with confidence and strength, embodying all that is wild and unpredictable - much like fire. It's one word that adequately describes everything about her, and the only word that is needed. Voluminous ringlets of silken flame highlighted with yellow-gold cascade down narrow shoulders, settling in at the curve of her pinched in waist. They frame an unmarred oval-shaped face with a fair and freckle dusted complexion, one that harbors fine, symmetrical features with aerial cheekbones. Dark kohl lines almondine eyes and dusts thick lashes, accenting the brilliant color of her tempestuous sea-blue gaze. They rest below groomed brows that are often expressive, a few shades darker than her conflagrant red curls. She has a straight and slender nose positioned above a small, sensuous mouth with full, bowed lips flushed to a natural shade of rosy pink. Though thin-bodied, her physique is athletic, form well-toned with notable muscular definition when seen - but she still retains an ample amount of womanly curves in all the right places. Her voice is honeyed, speech rough and unrefined, accented with a heavy Northern brogue. She exudes an aura of a survivor, a warrior, possessing a ferocity that's akin to a raging fire or the fury of an ocean's storm. + |
| Morrighan Frost + | At first glance, Morrighan very much appears the epitome of the North and its people; she is a woman that carries herself with confidence and strength, embodying all that is wild and unpredictable - much like fire. It's one word that adequately describes everything about her, and the only word that is needed. Voluminous ringlets of silken flame highlighted with yellow-gold cascade down narrow shoulders, settling in at the curve of her pinched in waist. They frame an unmarred oval-shaped face with a fair and freckle dusted complexion, one that harbors fine, symmetrical features with aerial cheekbones. Dark kohl lines almondine eyes and dusts thick lashes, accenting the brilliant color of her tempestuous sea-blue gaze. They rest below groomed brows that are often expressive, a few shades darker than her conflagrant red curls. She has a straight and slender nose positioned above a small, sensuous mouth with full, bowed lips flushed to a natural shade of rosy pink. Though thin-bodied, her physique is athletic, form well-toned with notable muscular definition when seen - but she still retains an ample amount of womanly curves in all the right places. Her voice is honeyed, speech rough and unrefined, accented with a heavy Northern brogue. She exudes an aura of a survivor, a warrior, possessing a ferocity that's akin to a raging fire or the fury of an ocean's storm. + |
| Mortimer Mairelli + | Mortimer is very thankful that he has aged like a fine wine and less like a cheese. He attributes that to his Lycene heritage and living a full, balanced life. With a strong clean-shaven jaw, high forehead, and intense dark eyes it's not impossible to envision him as the handsome youth he once was. Now, however he's settled into a dignified older age with impeccable posture and quick, decisive movements that betray the fact that he hasn't lost an ounce of vitality. + |
| Morven Malvici + | This man comes to just above six feet and has a wiry build. His tall, muscly frame shows just enough of his strength to give him quite an alluring appeal. He has light brown hair that goes well with his naturally bronze skin tone. The sea blue of his eyes contrasts beautifully with his skin and eyes. + |
| Morwythia grayson + | Silver and white ringlets delicate and silky cascade to the waist of this woman. Her large Sapphire eyes with golden flecks in them are her most dominant feature in her angular face. Her nose is aquiline with a small point at the end. Her figure is petite and waiflike in its preportions. Her arms are long and shapely ending in dainty long fingered hands. Her legs are long and spindly. She has delicate tiny feet. Her skin is snowy white, flawless and smooth. + |
| Muirean Isenhart + | Muirean is tall, slender and regal in bearing, with long raven hair and stern grey eyes. Fair skinned and sharp featured, she can be considered conventionally attractive with her full lips and high cheekbones, though there are dark shadows under her eyes and her chin is a little too long. Her hair is pulled back to be half-up, loose strands falling to the side of her ears to frame her face and rebellious curl falls right next to her eyes, the rest falling in waves down her back. On the back her her neck appears to be the beginning of a lightning scar before it disappears beneath her collar. + |
| Muiryn Greenmarch + | Savage finds itself wanting when describing Muiryn Greenmarch. If his stature wasn't enough the array of scars left by who-knows-what might be the tipping point; he looks, by no means, civilised. Shoulder length hair is most often a wind-torn mess, only ever tied back if he needs it out of his eyes, and his blond-auburn-flecked beard frames thick set features has seen no maintenance. Set beneath dark brows are eyes of haunting tempests; dark, ocean blue, flecked in with silver-grey. The man is broad shouldered and his life of hard labour has done him justice at least, more bulk than lean muscle. Muiryn's posture is one of a man that has grown accustomed to stooping beneath door frames for most of his life, seen in the forward roll of his shoulders and a casual slouch. It is a rare occasion that he draws to his full height, being quite comfortable trying to blend in with the crowd; despite how ridiculous that may be. His voice is akin to a distant, rumbling thunder that calls attention to the speaker even if he doesn't mean to. + |
| Murdoch Malespero + | Older and uglier than most, Murdoch has given up trying to impress. Of average height, short grey hair, crows feet, and a physique starting to go to fat with age, he does not exert a strong physical presence. But anyone who gets a close look in his eyes will see the gears of his mind working tirelessly, analyzing all the angles, and weighing the odds. + |
| Mydas Acheron + | Noticeably tall, Mydas furthers the picture of the aristocrat by having a slim figure, more used to the beat of the dance than to the warrior's drum. Dark of hair and with olive skin, his most striking attribute, beyond the definition of his jaw and his prominent cheekbones, are his golden eyes. While the eeriness of the wolf-eyes is tempered by a charming smile, they remain striking, and perhaps a bit unsettling. A refined gentleman, with the eyes of a beast. + |
| Mydas Nightgold + | Noticeably tall, Mydas furthers the picture of the aristocrat by having a slim figure, more used to the beat of the dance than to the warrior's drum. Dark of hair and with olive skin, his most striking attribute, beyond the definition of his jaw and his prominent cheekbones, are his golden eyes. While the eeriness of the wolf-eyes is tempered by a charming smile, they remain striking, and perhaps a bit unsettling. A refined gentleman, with the eyes of a beast. + |
| Mydas Velenosa + | Tall, regal and composed, Mydas exhibits the quiet yet undeniable confidence of high nobility. From his bearing to even the way he walks, the way he speaks to the way he looks upon the world with his eyes of pure gold, he is Velenosa. With his olive skin and the darkness of his hair to complete the tableau, one could hardly be blamed if they were to forget his years spent in the North. Does the curl of his lips, wryly amused or so cuttingly mocking, not invoke the Lyceum? Do his clothes, so often favouring the darker fabrics of Lenosia, not point to his true heritage? Yes... and no. Unlike many of his compatriots, Mydas prefers to remain fully clothed, exposing little of his skin to the eyes of others. And to see nothing of the icy winds of the North in his dagger-like words is to risk the blow of the brutal hammer, the prince wielding one or the other with distressing ability. Lycene, then, but one whose gold eyes herald as much the fox as the wolf. + |
| Myira Corsetina + | By all appearance, a dark, slender girl in her early twenties or late teenage years. Her skin is a bronze color that's seems made to stand out all the more against the stark, stark black of her hair. Her wair is naturally wavey, thick and dark and is typically put back into a neat braid at the back of her hair in order to keep it out of her eyes. Her features are aquilline, adding to the dramatic appearance of the girl. Her eyes are themselves a pale green, peering from under long lashes at the world around her. The slope of her neck leads into the delicate angles of her shoulders and on downwards. While she tends more towards the lanky, awkward side of things, Myira has the air and simple grace of a confident woman more often than not. She moves with delicate purpose and often with quiet tread--a good servant should not be seen OR heard, after all. + |
| Myrddin Blackburn + | Dark hair has the appearance of someone who doesn't care about being fashionable, or well-kept. The dark black locks are shaggy, haphazardly cut and a little longer than what might always be fashionable, but could be shorter than what might be fashionable at another time. His features are strong, could easily be described as brooding. His mouth is full and could smile beautifully, but tends to be set in a sad line instead of a smile. Mossy green eyes are deep set, and sad looking nearly at all times. Despite the overall brooding, sad appearance, there are times where laughter or anger can be seen briefly on his face in sudden flashes. + |
| Myrinda Grayhope + | Age silvered blonde hair is kept coiled and pinned -- not elegantly, but practically, keeping Myrinda's hair from falling into her eyes. Her gaze is a steady, clear blue; capable of harshness, her gaze has gentled as time has softened the cold beauty of her face. There is still strength in the proud lines: her high cheeks and bridged nose, and a firm mouth that wears smiles well, but rarely. She carries herself upright, too wise for pride, but immense in dignity. + |
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| Nabok Stormson + | The bulging, hairy arms, and a barrel chest of the type only acquired by a life of chopping wood are the first things you notice when seeing Nabok. A large, unkempt beard and a head of shaggy hair mostly cover a face where piercing, icy eyes peer out, often staring at an imaginary spot for extended periods of time. The eyes bear witness to the suffering Nabok surely has endured. His skin is weathered, and scarred from the many years spent in the forest, and his looks, coupled with his want for solitude, makes him look significantly older than his age. + |
| Nadia Nightgold + | Cascading curls of spun rose-blonde frame a face that is alive with emotion, from the sparkle in her vibrant green eyes to the adorable way she wrinkles her nose in concentration. Her zest for life and all of its pleasures is written into every teasing smile, every exuberant gesture of her feminine hands. Her voice is melodious, a hypnotically compelling sound to be certain, and all the more so when she is ordering men into glorious battle. She moves with a joyful, carefree manner, all sinuous curves and swaying hips and perfect awareness of the eyes that inevitably turn in her direction when she crosses a room. + |
| Nadir Seraceni + | Nadir's very presence exudes charm. From his perfect moustache to his neat hair, he's a man who cares very much about appearances. No part of his appearance is as remarkable as his smile. Broad, with neat white teeth, when he breaks into a grin and his dark brown eyes sparkle he can seem taller than his 5'7" and more worldly than his 20-something years should allow. + |
| Naka Laurent + | Naka is lean and pleasantly, as opposed to strikingly, handsome. He possesses an easy demeanor and an engaging, if tentative, grin. His personal style in fashion and grooming tends to the haphazard rather than the precise, with layered clothing of varied styles and fabrics setting off his dark, slightly and studiously unkempt hair and everpresent stubble. + |
| Nanette Tyde + | A champagne head of straight hair comes to a point at the nape of Nanette's neck - feathersoft to the touch, the strands are fine and there's always a few stubborn fly-aways that shift in the breeze or with the slightest movement of the woman's head, giving her an almost ethereal, weightless look. She takes great care of the fringe that hangs like a thick-bristled brush across her forehead, casting shadows over her eyes and adding a youthful flair to the otherwise severe manner in which she carries and portrays herself. While her fawn-beige complexion is unblemished, Nanette does have prominent under-eye-circles, though only a small trace of them remain after she's applied a light touch of make-up. Her doll-like eyelashes are as black as crow feathers, framing her intense green gaze which is usually focused and agile when the woman is working, darting over her work be it at the easel or the desk; but when she meets the eyes of another there is a certain unwavering intensity and raw emotion that can be quite arresting - like a pair of jade whirlpools, they hold the gaze of the other person and dares them to blink or to look away first. Nanette often leaves a crisp, fresh smell in her wake, like the cold sharpness of an Autumn morning - the woman bathes often and enjoys both soaps and good perfume. However, the heady trace of oil paints never fully leaves her. + |
| Naomi Cutter + | The kind of woman who can part crowds like the sharpest of keels, she's tall and imposing. The mohawk of dark hair certainly doesn't help soften the image either. Almost always seen with a permanently affixed scowl, though she's known to have a brilliant smile when in comfortable company. Athletically built and proud of her physique, as she worked very hard on it, she's not without curves. Though if you take notice of them, she'd probably punch your nose through the back of your head. + |
| Narciso Artiglio + | Tall, dark and handsome, Narciso presents an attractive tableau. His body is the one of the dancer or the acrobat, the one that displays casual grace with every movement, and for whom the most difficult steps are made to look like child's play. He keeps his jet black hair relatively long, reaching his shoulders, while remaining either clean-shaven or with a beard and mustache kept trimmed, depending on his moods. His eyes are black, and ever filled with energy. Yet there is an intensity within them, one that beckons and lures further in, while at the same time... eerie and uncomfortable. His voice bears similar qualities, bewitching and sensual with its deep bass, yet with the hints of madness even when it is not on full display. + |
| Narcissa Fidante + | With aristocratic features and a willowy frame, Narcissa has all the makings of a regal bearing. Large, golden almond-shaped eyes are framed with thick lashes and set beneath meticulously manicured brows. Raven hair contrasts starkly against her marmoreal skin and is allowed to tumble freely in its loose, natural curls down her back. A smattering of pale freckles crosses her nose, gracing the lines of her sharp cheekbones. The cupid's bow of her full lips is mercurial, twisting into smirks as often as it may a winsome smile. + |
| Nash Crown + | Dark, tousled locks swoop across broad cheekbones so high they catch the light and showcase his eyes and thick, feathery eyebrows. Those eyes are a deep, soulful brown, with a heavy monolid hiding their almond sweetness behind a transfixing little fold at the inner corner. In short, he's a striking man - almost beautiful, and possessed of the sort of calm demeanor that invites quiet study. His smiles are easy enough, but they do not invite study; the rangy, ready competence apparent in his body also discourages inquiry. + |
| Natalia Elwood + | Spun gold and sweet cream blonde curls fall in a tumble to a point just past this woman's shoulders, typically artfully careless in their arrangement. Her skin is perfect porcelain with just enough color to give her a blush of life and vitality, untouched by freckle or blemish. There is something ethereal to the delicacy of her features, light and so very distinctly feminine as they are; high cheekbones, thick eyelashes, well proportioned lips and nose -- she's beautiful in a way that inspires devotees of Jayus to create artistic masterpieces that become legends within their lifetimes. Blue eyes are vibrant, the color of a spring sky, so expressive as to make hiding her thoughts and feelings occasionally difficult without them being ridiculously obvious. She is above average in height and slender, the lines of her figure curved to perfection, femininity embodied. + |
| Natalia Grayson + | Spun gold and sweet cream blonde curls fall in a tumble to a point just past this young woman's shoulders, typically artfully careless in their arrangement. Her skin is perfect porcelain with just enough color to give her a blush of life and vitality, untouched by freckle or blemish. There is something ethereal to the delicacy of her features, light and so very distinctly feminine as they are; high cheekbones, thick eyelashes, well proportioned lips and nose -- she's beautiful in a way that inspires devotees of Jayus to create artistic masterpieces that become legends within their lifetimes. Sky blue eyes are vibrant, the color of a spring sky, so expressive as to make hiding her thoughts and feelings occasionally difficult without it being ridiculously obvious. She is above average in height and slender, the lines of her figure curved to perfection, femininity embodied. + |
| Natasha Thrax + | She is a woman indelibly stamped with the signature traits of House Thrax, down to her straight-backed bearing and the lack of blatant ostentation in her clothing. Natasha is, overall, a striding set of contrasts that provides for a striking, complicated picture painted with the colors of purposeful determination and highlighted by a refined, but wholly understated beauty. She is tall and slim, whose clear preference for solid colors, sleek lines and subtle embroidery often make her appear taller than she actually is. Dark hair falls past her shoulders in loose curls, framing equally dark and surprisingly expressive eyes that burn like embers whenever seized by high emotion, nevermind that her usually inscrutable countenance and sharply precise diction generally don't reflect it. Her fair complexion lends a certain aristocratic fragility to her fine-boned features, offset by the determined cant of a jaw that would look delicate otherwise, and a mouth prone to subtle turns. + |
| Nathaniel Vaughn + | A bit rough around the edges, this fellow looks weathered by both the sun and more than one tavern brawl. Faint scarring mars his face beneath and beside one eye, evidence of a knife wound, and small pale marks on his fingers are evidence of burns suffered in the past. For that, his face has a certain pleasing angularity, a firm-jawed countenance marked by bright green eyes. His hair falls near to shoulder length, glossy, night-dark black. Around six feet in height and broad through the shoulders, he boasts a sinewy muscularity that lends the impression of a man well used to labor. + |
| Navi Crown + | Mysterious; golden eyes shine hungry like the wolf's, almond in shape and turned upward at the outside edge, lined by smokey khol smudged to dramatic effect, shadowed further by a lush fan of dark lashes. Her skin is a soft caramel hue, marred by scar and gold and black tribal tattooing that marks her as one of the far flung prodigals so oft looked down upon by the Compact's denizens, so obvious to even the most casual observer. Her features are feminine, even if they bring to mind more feral fare; high and wide cheekbones, a nose that lay on the more delicate side of stereotypes, though wider than the majority of fine ladies that grace Arx, and a generous cupid's bow of dark pink often settled in soft smiling. Her hair is a thick, dark affair that when freed is a mess of loose curl in warm sooty hues, what would seem like black in low light boasting a ruddy highlight when kissed by the sun. + |
| Nazmir Proscipi + | The first thing that one might notice about Nazmir is that he's tall .. which isn't really much of a feature when one considers his northern heritage. Even still, at roughly 6'5" and with a build that's clearly toned athlete, he manages to cast an imposing shadow. White-blond hair flows in loose waves down just past his shoulders, the locks left free to flutter and swirl around the strong, angular features of his face. Eyes the color of blue ice take in his surroundings with a keen interest, flicking about as if always gauging those around him. + |
| Nazmir Redrain + | The first thing that one might notice about Nazmir is that he's tall .. which isn't really much of a feature when one considers his northern heritage. Even still, at roughly 6'5" and with a build that's clearly toned athlete, he manages to cast an imposing shadow. White-blond hair flows in loose waves down just past his shoulders, the locks left free to flutter and swirl around the strong, angular features of his face. Eyes the color of blue ice take in his surroundings with a keen interest, flicking about as if always gauging those around him. + |
| Nazwadi Corsetina + | Nazwadi is slightly tall in stature with a thin build that one would expect from spending years pouring over ancient texts in libraries throughout the Compact. He wears nothing more than simple, unadorned robes that seem more utilitarian than anything else. His skin reveals what one would expect from having rarely seen the light of day - without any tone at all. He appears mildly aloof and always seems to be thinking about things other than the present moment. Still, he is friendly enough to new faces and always phrases his words with respect. + |
| Neb Stepwright + | A man of no impressive height with hair of chestnut brown and lightly tanned skin of someone who spends a fair amount of times outdoors. His most notable features are a nose that is somewhat large on his face and a pair of ears that are likewise large giving him something of a large headed appearance. His frame is lanky with a stumpy stumpy torso and long legs with equally long arms to match. His facial hair ranges from stubble to a goatee to a thick mustache depending on his grooming habits that week. Those that care to look might find his hands seem a bit off like perhaps he's broken them a time or two, they are certainly scarred. + |
| Nebulosa Rubino-Zaffria + | Nebulosa's face, blunt-nosed, full-lipped, wicked-bright-eyed, is framed by short-cut wavy black hair, and enlivened by intense personal energy that rarely dims. Her frame is compact, wiry, her complexion is sun-darkened, her skin is here and there marked by shallow scars, most especially on her forearms. One deeper, more prominent scar crosses her chin. + |
| Nedios Darkstorm + | Standing before you at a slightly below average height is an average-looking human male with a forgettable face. Medium-length brown hair sweeps over his left eye, leaving the bright blue right eye to scan the room casually as he moves. Walking with his hands in his pockets, he seems at ease in most environments. + |
| Needle Ulbran + | Dark of skin and eye, with hair that tends to tight ringlets if left to its own devices (which it generally isn't), Needle is a young woman who's below average height and with a frame that could be called athletic. Her movements are quick and precise, and she seems generally aware of her surroundings - and cynical - in a fashion at odds with her apparent youth. + |
| Neilda Saik + | Some might call Neilda a willowy girl, for she is both tall and slender. That's probably because she cuts a lean, athletic figure, of one who keeps herself in great shape, the better to adventure with. Her sky blue eyes are often full of amused mirth, as though she holds the answer to some unsolved riddle. She has a heart shape face, which dimples sweetly when she smiles. And, though she's an adventurer by trade, that does not mean she's out of fashion, for she loves to dress in the latest trends the city has to offer when she is home. + |
| Nekarris Darkwater + | With a heart-shaped face, rich brown skin and eyes the color of chocolate, Nekarris looks sugary sweet and adorable. She does her best to combat this with the most vampy aesthetics the Lyceum had to offer: dark, smoky kohl around her eyes, big and intimidating jewelry, and a wardrobe that seems to consist largely of black lace draped over her generous curves. Still, her glamorous affectations can't hide the wild gleam of laughter in her eyes, or the wide troublemaker's grin that lights up her face at the first hint of fun - or melodrama. + |
| Nemo Durren + | A pretty face, for someone of her status, that's what they all say. Long brown hair falls down and around her shoulders in loose waves, without care or concern for the current fashion amongst the high born or the low. Her eyes are a very bright blue, and her lips, petal-pink, seem made more for smiles than for frowns. When she moves, it is with the elegance of proficiency, rather than stately grace. That's for other people. People with more free time than she. + |
| Nephelae Ebonwood + | Nephe is pretty in a common sort of way. She had a diamond shaped faced with large deep set eyes, her nose is straight and long with wide nostrils. She has pretty lips but the top lip is rather thin. Her skin which would be a pearly ivory has large intrusive freckles that look drawn on and cover most of her face in brown patches. They only taper off on her neck that is otherwise clear. They begin again on her left shoulder and down her back and pepper on her thighs. They are not small or faint but large and round like a portrait of pointillism. Her hair is a deep auburn that in certain cool lights has burgundy to maroon hues but otherwise looks a deep blood red. Her eyelashes are dark reds and browns that frame her only real striking asset, her azure eyes that beam from her broken brown and ivory complexion. She's tall but not very lean. She inherited her mother's thick thighs and peach shaped bottom. Unfortunately she's hardly an hourglass as her weight goes into a pear shape. Nephe keeps her hair in a simple single braid and prefers to wear warm browns, greens and some purples. She likes to keep her hair out of the way and her look modest. + |
| Nester Stockman + | He is not short but neither is he tall, his shoulders are rounded from the years and a life of plenty has left him with the roundness of a gut and the full face despite his age. His limbs are sturdy the strength of movement and work still lingering even if there may be a tremor from time to time. His skin is wrinkling especially around the eyes and his cheeks, the hued leathery brown from years of labor. His hair is bone white and only now beginning to thin, kept combed back in a slick styling. + |
| Neve Greenmarch + | Neve is a wild thing brought up in a world of deep forests and reverent silence. She is full of wonder, generous lips nearly always smiling. Blonde hair falls in wild waves and curls and braids, framing her sky blue eyes, and often adorned with little gifts of the earth; glass beads, feathers, twigs. While she loves the many silks and satins and laces of Arvum, wearing them well on her graceful frame, in the warmer weather she's often barefoot beneath them, doing her best to embrace the duality of her heritage. + |
| Neviah Ciardha + | Translucent alabaster skin is stretched over a figure that could be considered lithe at best and gaunt at worst; void of much muscle or fat to fill out all the gifts of the feminine frame. Beneath two bold, dark eyebrows are a pair of haunting coal black eyes. Often far-away, on the occasion when they are focused entirely on the here and now, they are deep and penetrating; troubled. They are wreathed in smoky hues that aren't entirely all khol, but are at least somewhat comprised of the faint discoloration that comes with long sleepless nights. Her long, sooty locks are frequently left loose without much care for style or grace and her nails always have trace amounts of dirt underneath them. + |
| Niamh Greenmarch + | When her hair is down and she takes the time to add the cosmetics that the Ladies of Arx apply, it is easy to forget that Niamh is anything other than a noble-born lady. But that is rarely how she chooses to walk through the world. Her honey-blonde hair is often styled either entirely to one side or pulled back in a ponytail, showing off the razored sides of her head. Her brows are too straight and thin to fit the mold of sculpted beauty, and her eyes are a vivid jade in color with flecks of gold. A strong jaw and bow lips of dusky pink finish the details of the proud Greenmarch's face. At 5'11" she stands shoulder to shoulder with many men. + |
| Niccolo Velenosa + | A true stateman, Duke Niccolo has set the standard for Velenosa men for years. While his jet black hair has started to show streaks of silver to match his salt and pepper beard, its silver inspires many men to have streaks of their own, to simply try and emulate the great man. Strength, commanding presence, and intense charisma is ageless, they say. Strong jawed, with dark, intense eyes, Niccolo commands a room, simply by walking into it, his sheer arrival doing more to inspire and attract than any other. His build is that of a man half his age, and many women's hearts flutter if graced by his boyish smile, as rare as they come. Often he can be seen staring off into the distance, his thoughts carefully guarded, his emotions perfectly schooled, making one wonder if he's planning a battlefield maneuver, or recalling fond memories of his lost love. + |
| Nicholaus Grayson + | Possessed of startlingly bright, blue-green eyes, Nicholaus very much looks the part of nobility. A strong, angled jaw often sports a finely trimmed beard that leads into short cropped sides with longer, styled waves of dark brown hair on the top of his head. The angles don't stop at his jaw though, for he also possesses high cheekbones that accentuate the thin, sharp lines of his face. Broad shoulders and a trim frame suggest at an active lifestyle, a suggestion further enforced by the faded scars on his hands, fingers, and wrists -- at least when he's not wearing gloves. {w({nAt the moment, both his rings are worn on a chain around his neck.{w){n + |
| Nicia Laurent + | When using the phrase doe-eyed most often the color thought of is a deep brown, but although her eyes are almond shaped, but large and doe-like, they are the gold-tinged moss green often associated with cats. Long, dark lashes frame her eyes, casting the eyes in shadow so that they tend towards darker hues than the startling color appears as when the light catches them just right. Long, dark chocolate brown hair is thick, and has a subtle curl to it that causes it to pleasingly frame her face. Dark brows are arched, cheek bones are high and well defined, and her mouth is expressive, just as prone to lightning quick smiles as she is to a too-serious frown. Every thing about her speaks to a purpose, and a plan, from her expressions to the way she moves, hands often gesturing to add emphasis to her words, speaking almost as much as she does with her mouth. + |
| Nicia Pravus + | When using the phrase doe-eyed most often the color thought of is a deep brown, but although her eyes are almond shaped, but large and doe-like, they are the gold-tinged moss green often associated with cats. Long, dark lashes frame her eyes, casting the eyes in shadow so that they tend towards darker hues than the startling color appears as when the light catches them just right. Long, dark chocolate brown hair is thick, and has a subtle curl to it that causes it to pleasingly frame her face. Dark brows are arched, cheek bones are high and well defined, and her mouth is expressive, just as prone to lightning quick smiles as she is to a too-serious frown. Every thing about her speaks to a purpose, and a plan, from her expressions to the way she moves, hands often gesturing to add emphasis to her words, speaking almost as much as she does with her mouth. + |
| Nico Khan + | This light brown, androgynous beauty looks fresh from a skirmish on a sun-kissed beach. Her wavy, bouncy, slightly curly strands of dark chocolate hair all seem to have unique cuts to their length, though even her longest locks hardly reach past her ears. Though one might call her boyish, it's not to say her face is masculine. She has piercing eyes like a spring forest that sparkle under the right lighting, yet with an innocent size and roundness that can, at times, make it hard to take the girl seriously. Those eyes are complemented by a pair of soft, light brown lips that seem to bloom into a playful grin given the slightest chance. Her bust and child-bearing hips form a prominent hourglass shape; the middle of which is blessed by an outstanding six-pack when visible. She stands like a soldier that's slain dragons, but her face conveys the feeling of a school delinquent. Animated expressions seem to flow from her like a waterfall, and if one didn't know her they might think them exaggerated. The childlike way she behaves at times might seem off putting in contrast to the femininely muscular warrior's body she possesses, but it gives her a brash sort of charm that suggests she's more comfortable in a tavern than a ballroom. + |
| Nicos Ulbran + | Standing at 5'1, this man with a skinny build with short black hair reaches down to his mid-back. That hair is shiny; soft that seems to be washed at least once a day. His eyes are pale grey. Above the left one is a curved scar as if a knife almost took it from him. His thin lips, his teeth coated in a yellow ting to them, from too much smoking. His fingers are stained with tobacco but well kept and trimmed. + |
| Nierzen Grayhope + | Straight, dark hair pulled back from the sharply defined angles of his face lends him a stern gravity about his expression that softens somewhat when the hair falls forward around his ears and cross his high forehead. Dark, defined eyebrows weigh heavily over his deepset gray eyes, pale and clear and incisive. His nose is hawkish, his mouth mobile and quick, thin lips expressive and marked by early lines that whisper future grooves at the corners of his mouth. Not tall, his leanness is stark, built on wiry lines with the suggestion of physical quickness. + |
| Nigel Riven + | Narrow eyes with a slight curve shine black beneath the stark lines of his eyebrows, which often have a pinch between them. The fullness of his lips is occasionally brought into sharp relief by just how much Nigel worries at the curve of his lower lip with his teeth. His hair is kept clipped neat and short, glossy and thickly black. There's a soft youthfulness that has yet to be banished from the curves of his cheeks, a warmed gold in tone, but there's little excess flesh anywhere on him; thin and slight, the measure of his height is as a reed or a wand rather than anything thicker. He has long-fingered, elegant hands with very neat, obsessively clean fingernails. + |
| Nijah + | There is an exotic air of mystery that surrounds this young woman, she has a youthful vigor in her gaze that seems almost wise beyond her years. Deep chestnut irises peer out from her almond shaped eyes, topped with an accent of severe and boldly expressive eyebrows. With full lips that easily twist into occasional vibrant smiles or deep frowns, she is more often than not hiding her feelings with a quiet serenity as a self styled enigma. Luxurious locks of wavy caramel brown hair cascade over her shoulder and stop along her mid-back. She moves with a dancer's grace, easily swaying the full hips of her curvy hourglass frame. + |
| Nijah Crown + | There is an exotic air of mystery that surrounds this young woman, she has a youthful vigor in her gaze that seems almost wise beyond her years. Deep chestnut irises peer out from her almond shaped eyes, topped with an accent of severe and boldly expressive eyebrows. With full lips that easily twist into occasional vibrant smiles or deep frowns, she is more often than not hiding her feelings with a quiet serenity as a self styled enigma. Luxurious locks of wavy caramel brown hair cascade over her shoulder and stop along her mid-back. She moves with a dancer's grace, easily swaying the full hips of her curvy hourglass frame. + |
| Nijah Masque + | There is an exotic air of mystery that surrounds this young woman, she has a youthful vigor in her gaze that seems almost wise beyond her years. Deep chestnut irises peer out from her almond shaped eyes, topped with an accent of severe and boldly expressive eyebrows. With full lips that easily twist into occasional vibrant smiles or deep frowns, she is more often than not hiding her feelings with a quiet serenity as a self styled enigma. Luxurious locks of wavy caramel brown hair cascade over her shoulder and stop along her mid-back. She moves with a dancer's grace, easily swaying the full hips of her curvy hourglass frame. + |
| Nikias Inverno + | This man is tall and firmly built. He is muscled where he needs to be and his fair skin is marred with scars from a life of battles, though, appealingly so. His has light brown hair that is cut short and close to the head. His eyes are a very lovely shade of seafoam green and his skin fair. His facial feature sna dhis body have a slight sharpness to him, save for his jaw which is quite square. + |
| Niklas Grayson + | Fair hair falls in light waves around the chiseled sculpt of Niklas's face, with bangs that fall in a fluff across his high brow. His eyes are pale blue, a kind of crystalline bright, with a passionate warmth within the frame of his sootily thick eyelashes. He has high, broad cheekbones and a soft, bowed mouth. A touch of sun has warmed the milky fairness of his skin to a richer cream, beneath the ash crown of his gleaming fluffy hair. He is tall and slender, with a native breadth to a frame more inclined to stockiness that almost makes him appear unfinished. + |
| Niklas Kennex + | Fair hair falls in light waves around the chiseled sculpt of Niklas's face, with bangs that fall in a fluff across his high brow. His eyes are pale blue, a kind of crystalline bright, with a passionate warmth within the frame of his sootily thick eyelashes. He has high, broad cheekbones and a soft, bowed mouth. A touch of sun has warmed the milky fairness of his skin to a richer cream, beneath the ash crown of his gleaming fluffy hair. He is tall and slender, with a native breadth to a frame more inclined to stockiness that almost makes him appear unfinished. + |
| Nikola Stonewood + | This man appears to be a little over six feet and quite slender, lanky would be the more accurate term. He has wavy jet black hair that has a naturally mused look that causes strands to perpetually tumble into his dark green eyes. His facial features are aristocratic with a feminine appeal to them. When looking to his slender form it is noted to be quite wiry, adding a look that is a combination of powerful and as well as bearing a feminine note to it. His long legs, fingers, and arms add to the slender and lanky look of him. + |
| Nilos Latsis + | While not overly muscular he has a lithe frame padded with trim athletic muscle, with his complexion having a rich olive tint to it. His dark black curly hair is kept relatively short,though even in this state it always looks disheveled. The focal point of his facial features are his two storm gray eyes, that rest right above a prominent aquiline nose with his jawline is rugged with a square cast to it and covered in a couple days worth of stubble. + |
| Nimm Urist + | Slightly taller than average, Nimm's thin frame belies strength developed from years of working hides. His long, straight hair frames a kind and youthful face. Due to his shyness, his deep brown eyes are often pointed towards his feet when conversing with others. + |
| Nimue Redreef + | Nimue Redreef is an exceptionally tall woman, at over six feet. She has a lithe and athletic frame with broad shoulders, a flat stomach, and somewhat narrow hips. Her height makes finding fashionable attire for a noble Lady such as herself difficult, but she's up to the challenge. Her skin is a rich, dark bronze. Her hair is a chocolate brown, with only a bit of wave to it, and is long enough to nearly reach the small of her back. Her eyes are a dark forest green, under thick but sculpted brows that give her gaze a blunt intensity. Her full lips are often pursed into a calm and thoughtful expression, even in moments of idleness. + |
| Nina Autumndale + | A young woman possessed of a fae-like beauty. She has a diamond-shaped face, with a narrow nose and full lips over a sharp chin. Her sky-blue eyes are open and round, taking in the world around her with flickers of light. Her hair is the color of a sunset in summer, warm and red with highlights of spun gold, and rolls to her waist when it is not pinned out of her way. She is possessed of an hourglass figure, with a flare of hips and bust around a thin waist. However, her limbs are thin, long for her height, without much tone of muscle. She has nimble, clever fingers. Though she is striking visually, she is perhaps even moreso for her voice, which tends soprano when she speaks, clear as a bell, and has a high range and emotional resonance when she is singing. + |
| Niro Crown + | Built of layers of wiry muscle, Niro immediately brings to mind images of 'Shav'. His ears are pierced - with some pierced holes around the upper lobes visible yet left usually empty unless some event calls for it. His hair is pitch black and shoulder length, with at least usually some attempt to bring it into order and keep it behind his ears and out of his face. His face itself is bearded, unkempt by style, but kept clean by hygenic standards - doing its best to hide the visible black markings of tattoo's that inch their way down beneath the beard and down his neck, hidden by whatever clothing he is normally wearing. + |
| Nisaa Whisper + | Eyes that practically demand attention are the most prominent feature upon her sculpted face. Hazel is too simple a word to describe their color. They are like copper left to the elements; the green patina standing out against her bronzed skin, circling russet hues that halo the pupil. The almond shape, long lashes and delicately arched brows give her a near constant look of mischief, balancing the cuteness of her lush pouty lips and button nose. A smattering of freckles adorns her bronzed skin, adding the impression of innocence to her appearance. A thick, shiny mane of dark espresso hair, threaded with hints of cinnamon in the sun, frames her face like artwork. Though not excessively tall, she stands slightly above average, her lean frame lending to the graceful air she exudes. She is not what one would tend to call voluptuous, but her subtle curves bear a feminine allure that hint at both strength and softness in her form. When bared, an intricate Eurusi symbol decorates her left shoulder across her shoulder blade. The design features a crescent moon filled with ornate details, a fringe of beads hanging from the upper point. A petaled pattern borders the moon and extends out and down a portion of her back. + |
| Nix Thrax + | This is a startling figure. Standing a tightly muscled 6'1", he is quite an intense way about him. With skin tanned from uncountable hours at sea, it strongly contrasts his almost inhumanely beautiful and crisp blue eyes. His hair is shaven almost clean on the sides, and has grown to several inches on top, often falling onto his forehead, or even his eyes. His hair is a rich black, but streaked with premature grey, as is the several days of stubble he often sports. The man has thick, dark brows, clipped here or there with small scars. His mouth has full, pleasant lips, and he would be very handsome if not for the severe scar. It runs from the right corner of his mouth along his cheek, and the scar looks old. He has wide, strong shoulders and a firm and muscled form. + |
| Noah Grayson + | Standing a few inches above six foot, this man possesses lean muscles of a runner. His hair is a mixture of shades of blondes that almost bleed to browns in a golden color. It is kept short on the sides and longer on the top as it threatens to fall into his blue-gray eyes. There seems to always be some form of boredom to those eyes, as if he's always just slightly disappointed in where he is and when he is there. He has the classic features that mark him as a Grayson through and through. His jawline is firm and squared off and he's more apt to smirk than smile. + |
| Noah Velenosa + | Standing a few inches above six foot, this man possesses lean muscles of a runner. His hair is a mixture of shades of blondes that almost bleed to browns in a golden color. It is kept short on the sides and longer on the top as it threatens to fall into his blue-gray eyes. There seems to always be some form of boredom to those eyes, as if he's always just slightly disappointed in where he is and when he is there. He has the classic features that mark him as a Grayson through and through. His jawline is firm and squared off and he's more apt to smirk than smile. + |
| Noelle Pravus + | Much of Noelle is a mix of her Oathlander and Lycene heritage. At 5'6" she didn't inherit the great height of her warrior father, nor the entirely diminutive stature of her Pravus mother. Her black hair is lustrous and silken as many in the South might have, but lacks a certain natural curl or bounce. Rather than being the rich honey-brown or dark chocolate that so many smoldering looks come from, Noelle's eyes are deep forest green. Her supple build comes with womanly curves but never reaching the grand heights of buxom. In many ways, it makes Noelle an Almost. She could readily be called cute, attractive, maybe even beautiful with her button nose, soft pink bow lips, and a fair complexion; but breathtaking would require some work. + |
| Norah Eswynd + | Her face and coloring are fair, a high forehead and gently arched blonde brows accentuate pale blue-grey eyes. A strong yet feminine jawline frames her features, while a graceful neck leads into narrow shoulders, heralding her long, slim frame. Curling waves of blonde hair fall to mid back when worn loose. Most guesses would put her on the younger side of thirty. + |
| Norwood Clement + | Brown-skinned and weathered, Norwood looks old for his age in a seasoned way, his dark beard threaded with silver and his thick dark hair beginning to recede. His eyes are quiet, deepset and a brown so dark they are nearly black. His features carry a rugged strength, matched by the breadth of his shoulders and his large, roughened hands. His strength is suggested by the broad bulwark of his chest and back. He is tall as well as solid, a big man with a measured, composed way of carrying himself. + |
| Nottie Ulbran + | This woman is small a built to draw the eye. Starting with her hair is is noted to be the color of flames and the riot of curls to them makes the butt-length strands all the more akin to them. The curly strands are left to flow around her, giving her a certain wild appeal. Her face, fair skinned and brushed with freckles, itself is heart-shaped and blessed with delicate features. Her cheekbones are on the high side and her nose is small and pert. The brilliant violet of her almond shaped eyes contrast with the dark red hue of her full lips. %THer body is toned, clearly one of someone who works hard, both to keep in shape and at life. However, it is just a small part of what is noticed about her body for she has a chest that falls on the larger side. Her arms are toned and seem to be long without being gangly and her hands and fingers also fit that notion. The nails on them are typically kept long and sharp. Her waist is narrow and her stomach is flat. Going lower it is found she has larger hips and a well rounded backside. Both of these gradually fade into a pair of long legs. + |
| Nuala Redrain + | She is studied contrast between the starless sky on a winter's night. The height and supple lineaments find a curious equilibrium when wedded to the lithe grace that carries her untouched through the world. Fair skin invokes the pristine chill of Everwinter, scribed by sharply distinguished cheekbones and narrow features. The faintest traces of rose blush her cheeks and find greatest saturation in her damask mouth. Clouds of bistre hair shocked by a blackberry sheen do nothing to lessen the impact of her moon-etched fairness or the intense scrutiny of her lambent heliotrope eyes. Contemplative or distant, deliberate expressions barely nudge the ethereal quality around her, and when she focuses in the present, her gravitas reaches a near tangible level. + |
| Nurie Tessere + | On the tall side of average, this lovely young woman easily draws the eye. Her build is slender, just shy of fragile, her complexion a fair olive tone, kissed with gold. Thick glossy dark hair could fall nearly to her waist if it was left free, twisting into natural curls and ringlets, blessed with natural highlights of auburn and mahogany if the sun's light hits it just right. Her features are refined and comely, a balance of high cheekbones, full lips, and lovely soft grey-brown eyes framed in dark lashes. She is not amongst the great beauties of Arx to be sure, but there is something about her that is sweet, a rose just unfurling into greater and natural glory, that makes her countenance a pleasing one to behold. + |
| Nycelani Unknown + | A mop of messy red curls sit atop this young woman's head, clean, but largely unbrushed. It's been tied upon her head with scraps of ribbon and cloth that have been found in her travels. Emerald green eyes stare out at the world with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. Her flesh is of the lightest alabaster, the cast of blood vessels and capillaries beneath the skin giving it a luminescent glow, almost blue in its paleness. Of course, the pale flesh never quite tans, it just burns. High cheekbones look painfully pink and her nose glows with the redness of sunburn. The tips of her ears share the same angry red hue, and the skin there can be seen peeling from a recent sunburn. If she had been born into a place of priveledge perhaps she would have been beautiful, but the evidence of a hard life remains on her features. Her movements are sharp and her tongue is that of the lowers. Poverty has made its mark on her skin, and the callouses on her hands and feet are testament to the hard work she has endured. + |
| Nyima Tsemo + | For a woman the size of this one, there are few options for commanding attention when walking into a room. For this curvaceous figure, she could go for loud and brash. Instead Nyima chooses to go with a look of quiet of confidence and poise, allowing an economy of motion provide a sense of presence that overcomes her short stature and leaves people moving out of the way. Nyima's long hair is raven's wing black, shimmering with highlights of color with movement. Near the front some is kept cut shorter so that it constantly frames her face. She has a strong jawline with cheeks filled in by plumpness. Beestung, bow-shaped lips usually hold a small smile beneath a button nose. And all of this is packaged with the lush curves that leave an obvious hourglass to her figure. + |
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| Oberion Thornweave + | With exquisite features and piercing green eyes, Oberion is the sort of man that, even into middle age, is still achingly handsome. Of course, the haunted look in those eyes and the way his face never seems to find a smile detract a bit from his appearance, but after what Oberion Thornweave has seen and done, can anyone really blame him? + |
| Oberyn Darkwater + | This man is somewhat tall. He is wiry and athletic in stature, without being overly muscled or large of frame. He has an intense gaze, with a pair of almond-shaped sea green eyes that peer from behind a slightly upturned nose. A styalized moustache and beard frame a pair of full, pinkish lips. Long locks of unruly, dark brown hair cascade down over his shoulders, held back from his eyes with a couple braids that are tied back near the crown of his head. He has thick eyebrows, though they're well-shaped. His hands bear a multitude of tiny scars. Overall, he is long of limb, and moves with the surety of athletic grace. + |
| Octavia Kennex + | Tall and willowy with a cloud of wavy hair that frames her face in its darkly golden waves, there is an elegance to Octavia's carriage, a regal strength that somehow suggests that anyone in her way had better move or be strode over. Her eyebrows are high and fine above her cloudy hazel gaze, often lit with an inner blaze. Her features are sculpted, with a chiseled kind of hawkish to their planes and angles. If there is any softness to her face, it is in the fullness of the bow of her mouth, prone to quirky, frequent smiles. + |
| Oddmun Sanna + | Tall and straight but for the slight bow to his legs that suggests a lifelong horsemanship, there's a ruggedness to Oddmun's looks: a long mane of thick dark brown hair over the olive shade of his skin, strong features, the lustrous thickness of a deep brown beard that masks his chin and the softness of his lips. His eyes are a warm shade of brown, deepset beneath heavy eyebrows. The breadth and strength of Oddmun might suggest a warrior in his makeup, but there's restrained humility to his way of moving that undercuts this impression. {w({nBeard and hair freshly brushed, although a general outdoors-y smell still clings to him faintly{w){n + |
| Odile Nightgold + | In the flicker of passing candlelight, Odile's rich locks are chased by a sheen of molten gold. It's the same color found in the night owl healer's sultry gaze. Mindful of the generous aspects of her figure in her mode of dress and movements, Odile is neither a strutting peacock nor a graceful little dove. She's a Mercy. And yes, that stain is probably blood. + |
| Odin Eswynd + | Odin is a tall man at 6'4" in height wih flaming red hair that he wears short with a full beard to match, giving him a more wild look. He observes the world with crystalline-colored blue eyes that add a sense of intelligence and beauty to his appearance. His facial features are strong and unbending, much like his personality. He is a large man with a physique to match and scars to prove his legitimacy. Each muscle properly defined and pushed to their limits. He is almost always found wearing armor and always has his sword in hand. He looks always ready for a fight as much as he is for a solid drink. + |
| Oili Acheron + | Weathered and brow beaten into subserviance, this is not a dainty face. It has forehead lines, eye bags, and cracked lips. Veins protrude over the aged pupils as they work their way around to the back of the eyeball, small, thin eyebrows standing guard to keep dirt out. Her long, red hair has frayed and split at several ends as more and more braids are added to attempt to hide instead of repair the damage. She has several wraps around her wrists and hands, all visible parts looking weathered and used. There are several necklaces made from various rocks clearly on display across her chest. + |
| Olin Vanha + | His features suggest a story that rarely passes his lips; they are instead given to the ease of smiles. Whatever darkness is hinted by the scarring that touches him at brow and jaw, it's transmuted through the alchemy of his charm to something rakish and playful. His color is as warm as his manner, friendly and engaging. He stands tall, and while not powerful, there's a presence that animates his motions and projects beyond the space he occupies, one that invites others closer, to share the frequent smiles. + |
| Olivando Igniseri + | His hair is thick and dark, his eyes dark and clear, veiled by a sooty thickness of eyelashes. His skin is warmly brown, his facial shape cast far too gently for statuary: high cheekbones, but soft cheeks, a high jaw with soft, full lips. The mouth might seem more kissable and inviting if the dark eyebrows were not so often pulled together, deep in thought. The tiny crease of thought between his brows, crowning the bridge of his nose, is so frequent that he's told it may one day become permanent. Tall and slim in a boyish way, there's a reedy slightness to his build that makes it hard to take him seriously as any kind of physical threat. + |
| Oliver Arterius + | Imposingly tall, this broad-shouldered man edges out at six feet, four inches in height, with a strong and muscular frame that borders is stocky without becoming burly. His skin is like burnt honey and he is covered in tattoos - bold, thick black lines that make different, intricate patterns over his arms and shoulders, chest and back. There are numerous scars that mar his skin along with the tattoos, though these are also seen on his face, specifically a slash around the left eye and a few pocks on his defined jaw that is peppered in about a day's worth of stubble. He has a bit of a weathered look to him, more than a little rough along the edges, but there is a certain depth to his coffee coloured eyes which foretells of potential warmth. Black hair is kept trimmed at the sides and slightly longer at the top, which is often styled to appear spikey. + |
| Oliver Coldrain + | Imposingly tall, this broad-shouldered man edges out at six feet, four inches in height, with a strong and muscular frame that borders is stocky without becoming burly. His skin is like burnt honey and he is covered in tattoos - bold, thick black lines that make different, intricate patterns over his arms and shoulders, chest and back. There are numerous scars that mar his skin along with the tattoos, though these are also seen on his face, specifically a slash around the left eye and a few pocks on his defined jaw that is peppered in about a day's worth of stubble. He has a bit of a weathered look to him, more than a little rough along the edges, but there is a certain depth to his coffee coloured eyes which foretells of potential warmth. Black hair is kept trimmed at the sides and slightly longer at the top, which is often styled to appear spikey. + |
| Olivia Ashford + | Hers is a gentle visage, with cornflower blue eyes and a set of dimpled cheeks that flush prettily with every display of emotion. She's soft and feminine, with sweet curves and dainty hands. For all her sugary charm however, there is an occasional hint of mischief in those big blue eyes, a touch of spice to her 'everything nice'. + |
| Olivian Malvici + | This man is tall and athletic, with a compact build and arms that are a little too long for the rest of his body -- in short, a born swordsman. He's ludicrously well put together; his look goes beyond neat and trim to a perfection so complete that it feels a little bit unnatural. His wavy black hair is styled with a romantic, tousled look that looks like every wild strand was placed just so, and his mustache and goatee are both perfectly trim and neat. His clear blue eyes, however, make an odd contrast to his painfully well-styled appearance. They smile even when he's not smiling, forever alight with a devil-may-care cheerfulness, never quite taking anything as seriously as it ought to be taken. + |
| Oona Seliki + | Just below average height Oona was a great beauty in her younger years, and some hints of that beauty still remain in the sculpt of her face. That said, she does not seem to have bothered with trying to fight the onset of age, rather instead she has embraced the wrinkles and silver hair that come with it. Despite being in her mid-sixties, she has kept herself in good shape, growing only a bit more plump than her long lost girlish figure. It helps keep her warm, you see. + |
| Ophelia Velenosa + | There is something especially sweet about Ophelia's features, from the sun-kissed honey hue of her decadent curls, to the rich warmth of her long-lashed, innocent brown eyes. Hers is a radiant beauty, all wondrous expressions and impish delight, and when a frown does dare to cross her features, she bites her bottom lip just so, and it's truly the sweetest thing. Her curves are arresting, but if she notices, she doesn't let on, instead utilizing her dimpled smile and infectious charm to sway the hearts and minds of those around her. + |
| Ophira Blackshore + | Looking like a creature summoned from the very air, the sylphic glide of form as it moved with cool assurance caused not a disturbance upon the ground in which she walked. Only the rustle of skirts, like a tumbling leaf strewn haphazardly by the wind, announced the quiet presence of Lady Ophira. All graceful svelte lines, there was naught a blemish on the dusky expanse of skin from pristine fingertip to slim swan neck. Dusky tone was offset with a glossy tumble of dark, midnight black hair that was set in a loose braid that rested at her hips. The darkened curling tendrils often broke loose from the confines of it's tie, brushing against the noblewoman's features where power lurked. It was not in lips that were often set in a cunning line of interest, a tease of a smile at the corner of mouth as if she knew a secret you did not, lower lip a bit fuller than upper making it more grippable by pearly whites in a thoughtful bite. The power was not in the high browed, pronounced cheekbones of an aristocratic face nor the straight nose that held a delicate point. As one might expect it was in large, burdensome eyes that were framed by a thickened cluster of dark lashes, leaving expression sultry in it's heavy lidded questing for what lay at the true heart of those that were fortunate or in some circumstances most unfortunate to have crossed her path. + |
| Ophira Seraceni + | Looking like a creature summoned from the very air, the sylphic glide of form as it moved with cool assurance caused not a disturbance upon the ground in which she walked. Only the rustle of skirts, like a tumbling leaf strewn haphazardly by the wind, announced the quiet presence of Lady Ophira. All graceful svelte lines, there was naught a blemish on the dusky expanse of skin from pristine fingertip to slim swan neck. Dusky tone was offset with a glossy tumble of dark, midnight black hair that was set in a loose braid that rested at her hips. The darkened curling tendrils often broke loose from the confines of it's tie, brushing against the noblewoman's features where power lurked. It was not in lips that were often set in a cunning line of interest, a tease of a smile at the corner of mouth as if she knew a secret you did not, lower lip a bit fuller than upper making it more grippable by pearly whites in a thoughtful bite. The power was not in the high browed, pronounced cheekbones of an aristocratic face nor the straight nose that held a delicate point. As one might expect it was in large, burdensome eyes that were framed by a thickened cluster of dark lashes, leaving expression sultry in it's heavy lidded questing for what lay at the true heart of those that were fortunate or in some circumstances most unfortunate to have crossed her path. + |
| Ophne Acheron + | A deepset frown has taken up residence on Ophne's features and refuses to leave. The same beleaguered expression lingers in moments of rest and perfect contentment. Family members say that even as a sleeping infant, Ophne looked like she was about to punch somebody in the face. Athletically cut from frequent overland treks through forested regions in the North, the raven-haired beauty's default expression is not the only formidable thing about her. She really does look like she's got a decent right hook. + |
| Ophne Monrosa + | A deepset frown has taken up residence on Ophne's features and refuses to leave. The same beleaguered expression lingers in moments of rest and perfect contentment. Family members say that even as a sleeping infant, Ophne looked like she was about to punch somebody in the face. Athletically cut from frequent overland treks through forested regions in the North, the raven-haired beauty's default expression is not the only formidable thing about her. She really does look like she's got a decent right hook. + |
| Ora Stahlben + | Dark hair frames her face in loose, relaxed curls that are usually just a touch unruly. Large brown eyes are almost always warm and inviting, framed in thick lashes. Freckles splash across her skin, most prominent over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. There?s a softness to her, a fullness of figure that speaks to an active but not athletic life. + |
| Orathy Culler + | Swarthy and solid, with heavy, callused hands, and a heavy, fierce jaw, there is a controlled threat in Orathy's stillnesses. There are men whose strength comes from carefully cultivated athleticism and then there are men whose strength is of a rawer form, and his is the latter. He is stocky and muscular with a broad, barrel chest, heavily built and solid. Tattoos limn his neck and collarbone in a dark circling pattern of inky black needling, but lacks any cultural significance as other tattooing. When clean shaven, he shaves off a good few years, but most of the time he keeps the sturdy brush of his beard because the extra salt of age -- it tends to come in with a few flecks of gray -- loans the seeming of more experience than he has strictly earned. {w({nHe's rocking a 5 o'clock shadow, from a recent trim of his beard. It gives away the few scars that rip through his jawline as if someone or something slashed him a few times.{w){n + |
| Orazio Saik + | At six feet tall, even though his shoulders have become a little stooped by age, Orazio possesses an air of authority that's hard to ignore. Broad shouldered and trim, here is a man whose martial background as a citizen of Southport still resonates in his posture and bearing, even as his stride shortens and his body slows. Well into middle age, Orazio's hair, once the deepest black, is now streaked with silver until only a few shadows of black remain, and there are deep lines to be found at the corners of his eyes and mouth, as well as furrows in a brow often wrinkled in worry or thought. Cultured Lycene handsomeness still lingers beneath the patina of age, and his gaze retains sharpness even as it lacks true empathy. Deep set and piercing, it can be hard to set aside the feeling that one is being seen by those black eyes not as a person, but a thing. + |
| Orchid Blooms + | This woman fits the ideal of delicate beauty while still having signs that betray that she has had a life of a servant. Her hair is a brilliant auburn, quite the contrast to her pale and porcelain white skin, which is adorned with many freckles. Her face is heart shaped with slightly sharper angles to it. The paleness of her skin enhances the duo colors of her eyes: one green and one blue. She has a small frame with an average sized chest and she is quite compact in build. Her waist is narrow and her legs also fall on what is called average. + |
| Orchid Champagne + | Delicacy is one word that can describe Orchid and she isn't the tallest of women. The brilliance of her curly auburn hair draws out the freckles that adorn her porcelain white skin as well as the heterochromic of her eyes, one being blue and the other green. She is a lovely woman though her build, even with a subtle hourglass, falls just above average. She is blessed with good looks but something about her doesn't really make her memorable. + |
| Ordain de Tor + | Ordain stands just shy of two meters tall and has a wide, solid frame. His dark brown hair runs close and shaved to his head. His beard hugs his face in a similar manner all the way down to his chin. He has dark brown eyes to match. His skin is a tanned cream color and he has multiple dark freckles running across his face. + |
| Orelia Mazetti + | Orelia is perhaps not, at a glance, what one might expect of a warrior. As the baby-faced lines of adolescence have sharpened, they've revealed fine-boned, vaguely leonine features that seem in perpetual flux between mischief and bored indifference. Large, upward tilted eyes of tempestuous, stormy grey-blue - framed with ebon lashes and straight, groomed tawny brows - sparkle on occasion with an unsettling wildness beneath the facade of decorum. This is especially true when she flashes her teeth in one of those trademark insouciant grins. Long, thick tresses, soft and with a natural tousled wave, would fall when loosed to her tiny waist; swirls of gold, honey and platinum. But she keeps it properly pinned up at her nape, more often than not, contrasting pleasantly enough against the light golden tan of her skin. Faint, silvery scars mar here and there, most notably a slice at her left temple which meanders into her hairline above the ear. Not overly tall, she is slender and lean of limb; subtle musculature a testament to time devoted in training of some kind. Dancing maybe, given the fluid grace with which she moves. Her legs in particular are long, bordering on coltish, and offering her a rangy gait. + |
| Orelia Stonewood + | Orelia is perhaps not, at a glance, what one might expect of a warrior. As the baby-faced lines of adolescence have sharpened, they've revealed fine-boned, vaguely leonine features that seem in perpetual flux between mischief and bored indifference. Large, upward tilted eyes of tempestuous, stormy grey-blue - framed with ebon lashes and straight, groomed tawny brows - sparkle on occasion with an unsettling wildness beneath the facade of decorum. This is especially true when she flashes her teeth in one of those trademark insouciant grins. Long, thick tresses, soft and with a natural tousled wave, would fall when loosed to her tiny waist; swirls of gold, honey and platinum. But she keeps it properly pinned up at her nape, more often than not, contrasting pleasantly enough against the light golden tan of her skin. Faint, silvery scars mar here and there, most notably a slice at her left temple which meanders into her hairline above the ear. Not overly tall, she is slender and lean of limb; subtle musculature a testament to time devoted in training of some kind. Dancing maybe, given the fluid grace with which she moves. Her legs in particular are long, bordering on coltish, and offering her a rangy gait. + |
| Oriana Inverno + | The innocence of youth still clings to her, softening what might other wise be overly sharp features, rounding out the high cheekbones and pointy chin into something that goes beyond just mildly pleasing to the eye. Pale grey eyes are sharp, watchful and hold a mischievious glint to them that brightens what might otherwise be an overly washed out color. Her hair is the soft brown of sable pelts, and seems to be well cared for, and always exceptionally styled for whatever situation she might find herself in. + |
| Orick Fidante + | A ruffled looking fellow with an expressive mop of stylish brown hair dressed in a deep sage blue tunic inlaid with carefully tailored stitching and embroidered filigree accents. His face is composed of sharp features, a narrow nose and articulate brows set above soulful hazel eyes the color of bruised pears. Orick is tall and slender with narrow shoulders and an overall 'lanky' build that he carries heavily; his shoulders slightly stooped and his poor posture doing nothing to add any grace to his movements. + |
| Orick Rose + | A ruffled looking fellow with an expressive mop of stylish brown hair dressed in a deep sage blue tunic inlaid with carefully tailored stitching and embroidered filigree accents. His face is composed of sharp features, a narrow nose and articulate brows set above soulful hazel eyes the color of bruised pears. Orick is tall and slender with narrow shoulders and an overall 'lanky' build that he carries heavily; his shoulders slightly stooped and his poor posture doing nothing to add any grace to his movements. + |
| Orland Amadeo + | Orland is someone who could easily blend in with a crowd, as he has features that could belong to almost anyone. His cheek bones are high yet are muted and his jawline is similar without overpowering angles, making straighter softer lines that lead to a quiet chin. He has dull and pale brown eyes, and hair of an uninteresting shade of brown, and an abundance of freckles across his swarthy cheeks. His eyebrows are thick and darker, with the left lacking a strip where a knife scar prevents regrowth, as well as a not so fashionable small scar across his lower lip. When his face is in rest, his expression settles into one of scowling, as if nothing in the world could scare him. While he'll never quiet lose his rangy appearance due to his height, he has filled out with muscle to support his activities that require agility and endurance more than brute strength. His shoulders, arms, chest, and torso give him a low key athletic build. + |
| Ornella Velenosa + | On her forehead, scars. On her hands, scars. Some of them don't even make sense. Scars on her head wrap up into her hairline. Scars on her hands wrap around between the fingers and onto the back of the hand. Tracing up to the pale nape of her neck, there are vestiges of what were once scars here. Her face has little blotches of color, blue eyes, pink cheeks and blushed lips. White hair is pulled up into a bun and wrapped by a scarf. She's almost rail thin, but has just enough mass built up to stop the questions. + |
| Orrin Seliki + | Large and in charge, everything about this man is larger than life. Strongly built and thickly muscled, he has a booming voice, and he's clearly as strong as an ox. His brown skin is slightly weathered, indicating an active life lived outdoors, and smile lines appear whenever he is happy. Despite his visible power and bulk, he moves with a hunter's dexterity. His hands are strong, equally capable of powerful force as they are of holding the most fragile of objects without causing harm. + |
| Orvyn Harthall + | Piercing blue eyes and brown hair that is cut short enough to fall over on its own, but not hang past his ears, Orvyn strikes the pose of a man used to being obeyed. His sweeping nose and subtle lips are set amidst a field of windswept, tanned skin that has seen years upon the ocean. While ruggedly handsome in his own right, Orvyn's form is soft in places, his arms lanky, but firm, legs proportioned, yet there is something about him that speaks of a life spent in delicacies. It is his gaze however that speaks of a lifetime of experience and that if he has had a delicious lifestyle, it is because he has worked and shed blood, sweat, and tears to make it so. + |
| Oskar Eswynd + | Near forty years, his features are strong but craggy, with a prominent nose, high forehead, and blue eyes lined by the creases of both mirth and worry. Fair hair is worn in a braid that falls between his shoulder blades, and trimmed into a short, full beard. He is lean and lanky, fit but unexceptional in build with large, long fingered hands. Relative to the rest of his frame, Oskar has narrow hips and long legs. + |
| Ostler Youngest son from a large country family of merchants. + | Ostler looks like what he is - a dreamy school boy now well into adulthood. His hazel eyes regard the world from beneath heavy lids. Though large enough of frame to be considered burly, he is running to fat and is rather conscious of his developing double chin. He has dexterous hands with long digits often waves them about when enthusing about a favorite topic or delivering a homily. + |
| Oswyn Spencer + | Oswyn is of average height and quite lean and lanky of build. His brown hair is worn parted to the side, tousled waves threatening to tumble over his dark eyes at times. Thick brows contribute to a pensive demeanour. On the rare occasion he smiles, it's broad, boyish, and displays his teeth. He maintains a mostly trim beard. Otherwise, Oswyn presents as rather studious. His clothes are generally tidy and well-cared for. His complexion hints toward a lot of time spent indoors. When he looks off into the distance, he always squints. + |
| Otakar Redrain + | A very tall and extremely serious Northman, his keen emerald eyes seem to pay close attention to all around him, and often the stain of ink can be found on his fingertips. A long, thin patrician nose is seated over oft-compressed pale lips, and his lower face is covered with a neatly trimmed blond beard. Depending on his mood, his honey blond hair might be left to brush along his broad shoulders or be tied in braids with bits of metal. Blond brows seem to often be quirked in some amusing observation or another, and his wiry frame is usually held rather straight. + |
| Otho Felpspur + | Otho is an old sailor who's skin has been weathered by the open sea, with narrow shoulders and lean muscle. His sharp blue eyes watch his surroundings, calculating his next move. His sarcastic wit is offset by his off kilter smile that makes you forgive that old cogger for his veiled insults. His short grey and white hair flies a little wild when the wind blows. His matching beard is well cared for. His voice bears a raspy quality like faded velium paper. While the riggers of age has slowed him down, there's still a bounce to his step. + |
| Othuze Bisland + | Ulysses and Othuze Moon look pretty much the same, and for those who come across them, it would be damn hard to tell which is one or the other, were it not for the differences in their weapons of choice and their way of carrying themselves around. Othuze carries himself with more ease and grace than his brother, he's nimble on his feet. Often found clad in light-armor and wielding light-weight weapons such as short-swords, daggers, throwing knives, and perhaps even a bow. His curly dark hair is cropped short. His light brown physique, just like his twin, is highly muscled and athletic -and likely intimidating at first glance. His hazel green gaze intense is accompanied by thick dark brows; followed by a wide nose, and well-shaped thick lips. The warrior's features, although often serious and distinctive of the Pridehall region, could be described as quite handsome. + |
| Otto Grayhope + | Otto is an unassuming man, often covered in the soot of his trade. His clothing is often stained with the soot and singed with holes from errant sparks of the forge. He is strong, but unassuming in his own way. But he is quick to smile and easier to laugh. Despite his age, his dark hair is already peppered with a silver gray that sets off his eyes rather nicely. + |
| Ouida Harthall + | The statuesque Oathland lady could be called stoic save for that her noble features are often lit with a smile across her full lips. Almond shaped bright blue eyes hold a keen enjoyment of the world around her with the often open regard she offers it. Dark sable hair falls to past her shoulders, often plaited into a braid or several to keep it from her face. Her regal appearance is made more imposing by the toned frame she has come to know in her years of training though none should be surprised that she carries her own mother's subtle but noticeable womanly curves. + |
| Owain Llywelyn + | Tall and lean, Owain's all wiry strength and speed, his movements graceful and precise. Dark brown hair is thick, a bit long, hanging down over his forehead and ending just above a pair of green eyes. A carefully trimmed mustache probably adds a year or so to estimates of his age as does a thin, neat beard tracing out his jawline from ear to ear. He's quick to smile or laugh and is usually found doing so. Tanned, slightly weathered, he likely spend much of his time out of doors. + |
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| Padraig Shieldarm + | This man could easily be mistaken for Oathlander nobility with his golden hair, eyes as blue as the sky, and fair skin that's been slightly bronzed by time spent in the sun. He's cleanshaven, which highlights how boyish his features are, as do the smiles that come easily to his face. His hair is kept short, but not too short, enough to style it into a wave that tends to get mussed up by helmet hair. While his upbeat attitude makes it easy to forget this man is a soldier, his broad shoulders, tall frame, the callouses on his hands and the bruises on his knuckles are telltale signs of his vocation. The harsh scar that splits an eyebrow and cuts through his right cheek is another. + |
| Paige Fieldstone + | Of average height and athletic build, Paige is not one to immediately garner notice or attention. Her features tend to be described as having a 'fey cast' to them, pretty in its own way but not overly remarkable. Her wheat blond hair is about shoulder length, most often parted to the right to display a shaved left side of her head. All the hair has been scraped away, leaving clean scalp and an interesting tattoo of a green vine and leave that decorates her scalp then curls down around behind her ear and along her neck before disappearing under the collar of her shirt. Her eyes are sky blue and piercing, often squinted against the sun's rays. She has the first hints of a tan to her skintone but seems to prefer keeping covered up rather than exposing her skin to the sun's rays. That slight color allows the thin lines of scars to stand out more easily against her skin, mostly nicks and cuts from blades. She tends towards functional, comfortable clothing in earth tones. + |
| Paige Stahlben + | Of average height and athletic build, Paige is not one to immediately garner notice or attention. Her features tend to be described as having a 'fey cast' to them, pretty in its own way but not overly remarkable. Her wheat blond hair is about shoulder length, most often parted to the right to display a shaved left side of her head. All the hair has been scraped away, leaving clean scalp and an interesting tattoo of a green vine and leave that decorates her scalp then curls down around behind her ear and along her neck before disappearing under the collar of her shirt. Her eyes are sky blue and piercing, often squinted against the sun's rays. She has the first hints of a tan to her skintone but seems to prefer keeping covered up rather than exposing her skin to the sun's rays. That slight color allows the thin lines of scars to stand out more easily against her skin, mostly nicks and cuts from blades. She tends towards functional, comfortable clothing in earth tones. + |
| Paloma Thornburn + | Paloma is all lean frame and ready posture, her eyes a flashing gray, always stormy, always a touch over-intense, even when intensity is warranted. Her hair is cropped very short, nearly shaved and her skin has a weathered appearance. A broken canine, gone jagged, gives her rare smile a slightly uneasy, uneven sheen. + |
| Parisa Ravashari + | Around average height for a woman, she is slender and graceful. Her inky black hair curls uproarously when left untamed; falling about her shoulders and into her face in a stygian mass. Often it is held back in a thick brad, though tendrils of it often escape to curl and dance about her face. Parisa's eyes are a startingly clearn blue and often filled with mirth. Her smile is wide and warm, and easily given. She has a warm skin tone, a dusky tan that seems to be her natural state even in winter. She moves with the quiet grace inherit with one as slenderly athletic as she. {w({nParisa has a scratch on her left cheek.{w){n + |
| Pasquale Malespero + | Dressed in the dark silks fitting his station, Pasquale looks rather regal and even a bit imposing. Pale flesh (unusual for his end of the Arvum) contrasts with dark hair and dark green eyes. High cheekbones, a straight nose, and sharp chin allow for proper upturning of said nose. Of course, this visage is carefully crafted to hide the reality that the man is incredibly lean - gaunt, even. One might guess, seeing him out of his regal uniforms of dark fabrics, that he's sickly and maybe even a touch frail. Such a guess would only suit the man. That look in his eyes, that thoughtful intensity, it speaks of someone who knows what he wants and takes it, and underestimating him would be just fine. + |
| Patrizio Pravus + | Patrizio is a charming man possessed of a winsome smile and dashing good looks. On the surface he is the very manifestation of what a knight should be: when he smiles he looks every bit the heroic horserider from the tales of peril and adventure. There is another layer, however, that immediately outs the man as a warrior of Setarco: vanity seeps from his every pore, from how his hair is styled like the crest of a regal creature, his beard is always well groomed and his armor is as for show as it is for protection. His green eyes are always focused on whoever he is talking to, and the glint with sharpness of mind that is hard to miss. + |
| Pepper Crovane + | Pepper's most alluring qualities are her long silky black hair that reaches down passed her rear and her honey colored eyes that seem to draw attention right to them. Though she is quiet she is adorable and carries herself like the noble woman she is. But though she is clearly of noble birth she very rarely seems to be looking down on those born lower than herself and is often a charitable soul that is almost always wearing a smile. + |
| Pepper Malvici + | Pepper's most alluring qualities are her long silky black hair that reaches down passed her rear and her honey colored eyes that seem to draw attention right to them. Though she is quiet she is adorable and carries herself like the noble woman she is. But though she is clearly of noble birth she very rarely seems to be looking down on those born lower than herself and is often a charitable soul that is almost always wearing a smile. + |
| Pepper Navegant + | Pepper's most alluring qualities are her long silky black hair that reaches down passed her rear and her honey colored eyes that seem to draw attention right to them. Though she is quiet she is adorable and carries herself like the noble woman she is. But though she is clearly of noble birth she very rarely seems to be looking down on those born lower than herself and is often a charitable soul that is almost always wearing a smile. + |
| Percephon Telmar + | High, stark cheekbones and the hawkish hook of a nose combine to give Percephon a sharp, aggressive look. His eyes are dark and liquid, a deep brown with warmth to it when they catch the light, but seeming black as shadow at other times. His hair is thick, dark auburn curls, ordinarily bound behind him at his nape. Tall and thin with narrow hips and a whisper of the unfinished about his rangy height, there is something elusive and inconsistent about the dark gaze, except when it is sharpened and clarified by his small round-frame glasses. + |
| Peregrine Grayson + | That she was originally Abandoned is immediate at a glance: her tanned skin is adorned with rusty red tattoos forming flowing and geometric patterns along her cheeks, her chin, her shoulders and arms, and who knows where else. Once a person is able to look past these markings, they will find a tall and athletic woman whose dark brown hair falls almost to her hips and is bound back with tiny bone- and feather-decorated braids. Her eyes are a molten shade of amber, inclined to heat and intensity, and her other features are proud and patrician. These include a long, sharp nose and haughty cheekbones. She is pride made manifest, both in appearance and bearing. + |
| Peri Seliki + | A little above average height for a woman, Peri is the kind of graceful that comes from natural athleticism rather than the discipline and training of being a courtier. She bears no tattoos or other marks indicating a Prodigal background, but there's an air of wildness to her, like she has trouble staying in one place for too long. Her eyes are a bright, gleaming hazel set in a pale olive teadrop of a face, with a remarkable mop of hair that falls just past her shoulders. Darkest at the roots, it has a brown-reddish tone that the sun has bleached it in varying degrees until it is almost blonde at the tips. Thick and almost-dreadlock like, it's almost impossible to do much with it, but Peri tries. Sometimes. + |
| Perianithill Crown + | "An average height somewhat bulky man in his mid thirties, with dark tan skin and slightly above average complexion. He is usually frowning because most of the time he's bored out of his mind. He's not very bulky, but has very little fat in his body. He has medium hair parted in the middle and slicked back, he also has a scruffy beard. He has a unkempt look to him that doesn't fit all that badly. + |
| Pero Ilic + | Pero may be a little too cute to garner much of a first impression for his martial vocation. Late teens. Bright eyed. Mischievous smile. A deceptively smooth face, to imply lack of past hardship. All the rough edges of his upbringing have been washed off by his noble service. %THe's short, to start; standing at roughly 5'4" with a petite, lithe build. His hair is shoulder length and dark, stylized to the point of appearing fashionably shaggy; verdant green eyes behind a thin veil of black hair. His skin is fair, pale, displaying not a hint of stubble, giving him a rather boyish - or mistakenly tomboyish - cast, with the aid of his more delicate features. + |
| Perrach Seiler + | Rugged and angular, there's something about the persistent stubble that dogs Perrach's face that suggests he is permanently on the border of disreputable. His lips are thin but mobile, expressive, beneath a nose of gently aquiline, noble cast. His eyes are bright and sharp, brown in hue, and subtly almondine in shape beneath the stark angles of his brow. His hair is worn long, waves of brown with just a thread or two of premature gray to lighten them falling about his ears and jaw. His long-limbed, narrow leanness makes him look even taller than he already might, and there's little question of the sturdy strength in those broad shoulders. + |
| Perronne Amboise + | Perronne stands a bit tall for a woman, a fact emphasized by her lean, almost skinny, build. She's a creature of browns - dark brown hair, olive skin turned more towards brown from years under the sun, nearly black freckles that live in abundance on her forehead and cheeks, and even her eyes are a muddy mix of brown and green. Her features are well-sculpted, with a thin, prominent nose and high cheekbones, and her ready smile forms dimples in her cheeks when it appears. There are numerous small nicks and scars on her hands and arms, but it's also clear that she takes care of her hair and nails, keeping them fashionably styled when inside city walls. Her voice is lively and well-trained to lift over a shouting crowd without loss of diction, and her manner of speaking betrays a higher class education than many in a hundred small ways. + |
| Persephone Galani + | At 6'0", Persephone has a tendency to stand head and shoulders above most women and on an even keel with many men. Her build is hard to determine as she tends to be swathed in layers of clothes and flamboyant pieces that give her a deceptive bulk. Her hair is a perpetually tousled riot of toffee brown locks that hang a scant inch or two below her chin. Just long enough that they can be pulled back, the wind-tossed and sun-streaked strands tend to be left to fly where they will. Persephone has a turbulent gray gaze that seems to shift slightly in shades towards blues and greens depending on her mood and the lighting, though most often they are the stern and steely gray-green of a stormy sea. + |
| Petal Penrose + | Petal is a delicate woman who reaches to around to only around five foot and has a slender build. Soft sun kissed chestnut locks are often loose, reaching past her slight shoulders. She has pale skin often with a pink warmth to her cheeks. Light brown eyes are framed by golden-brown lashes. + |
| Petra Rivenshari + | Petra may be the matriarch of the Rivenshari clan but that does not distract from her beauty. Her dusky skin is still as smooth as it was in her youth, her heavy-lidded gaze has a way of seeing all and her graceful feet always dance in the moonlight. It's only with a closer look does one notice the things which hint at her age: the fine lines around her eyes, the weariness of her smile and the faint scars on her hands and arms from years of knife fighting. Framing her face are glossy chestnut locks left wild and free with braids tucked here and there amongst them. Dark ribbons and cloth are woven through the plaits, bells and bangles hanging off their ends -- they sometimes catch the eye but are more often heard rather than seen, the charms chiming softly whenever she moves. + |
| Petraea Livy + | Lady Petraea is a tall, statuesque woman with bronzed skin, dark hair, and hazel eyes that often glitter as if amused at some private joke. Often covered from head to toe in fine silks crafted in the Cardian style of fashion, her expensive clothing and extravagant jewelry tell the tale of a woman who is used to getting what she wants, one way or another. She carries herself with exquisite grace and elegance, every movement calculated to express precisely what she wishes to express and nothing more. + |
| Pharamond Ashford + | The Ashford Lord would be unremarkable if not for his presence that results from his mannerisms. It's rare to catch Pharamond without one of his bright smiles of infectious good humor that make the man seem far younger than he is. Not particularly tall, he moves with the driven energy that he devotes to anything that catches his fancy, possessing a vibrancy that helps explains his toned athleticism as well as making him seem larger than he actually is. His short brown hair alternates between popular styles and a state of being perpetually unkempt, of a man too caught up by indolent pursuits to manage it, and his rough hewn, somewhat weathered features speaks of more than a decade of hard living that shows no sign of abating anytime soon. His deep blue eyes are almost perpetually glimmering in amusement, as if he's always reflecting upon a joke, or seeking out another form of entertainment. + |
| Philippe Blanchard + | With blue-grey eyes that rarely reveal the slightest trace of good humor and a grim and weathered countenance that seems set in a perpetual frown, Count Philippe of House Blanchard possesses a dignity so austere and a manner so severe that even the most dedicated mummer is likely to surrender all hope upon seeing the man. His precisely trimmed salt and pepper beard is maintained with a meticulous care mirrored by the rest of his disciplined, fastidious appearance that surprises not a single poor soul that had the misfortune of being forced to speak to the dour lord. With an athletic build despite his advanced years and hard, wrinkled line face that clearly spends much time in the sun, it's obvious the noble embraces discipline in all aspects of his daily routine. + |
| Phillipe Blanchard + | With blue-grey eyes that rarely reveal the slightest trace of good humor and a grim and weathered countenance that seems set in a perpetual frown, Count Phillipe of House Blanchard possesses a dignity so austere and a manner so severe that even the most dedicated mummer is likely to surrender all hope upon seeing the man. His precisely trimmed salt and pepper beard is maintained with a meticulous care mirrored by the rest of his disciplined, fastidious appearance that surprises not a single poor soul that had the misfortune of being forced to speak to the dour lord. With an athletic build despite his advanced years and hard, wrinkled line face that clearly spends much time in the sun, it's obvious the noble embraces discipline in all aspects of his daily routine. + |
| Phoebe Cordelle + | Short and voluptuous, she stands an inch or two over five feet but holds herself taller, moving with a supple indolence that economizes her stride. Her thick, shining hair, a shade darker than white-gold, tumbles over her shoulders in an unruly mass of curls and waves, forming the backdrop to the leonine cast of her features. Her complexion glows a deep bronze, complementing the proud height of her brow, the bold strength of her cheekbones, the smooth sculpt of her jawline, with large, round eyes as rich and warm as molten chocolate. Pouty lips and plump cheeks complete the fullness of her face, with a dainty slope of a nose perfectly at the center. Lush, womanly curves exaggerate her silhouette while gracefully long limbs make the most of her lacking stature, the delicacy of her slender hands and overall softness of her figure suggesting a life led in luxury. + |
| Piccola Tessere + | Of all the Little Snakes, she is the smallest. Like any serpent, she has an air of cultured civility about her slender silhouette. When she speaks, she does so quietly but firmly. When she moves, it is with the grace of someone who has practiced physical arts for years. When she sits, her posture is properly strict and restrained. But it is her height – she is barely five-feet tall – that stands in contrast to her certain composure that is reflected in the flattened line of her mouth and the steadiness of her gaze. In her eyes gleams the light of a feral heart. Nature makes snakes precise and deadly predators. She stares with green eyes which are a little too large for her head and carry with them a baleful intensity. The skin which can be seen is laced with the scars of war, some thin and some not. Hardened hands bear long fingers; squared shoulders run to slight hips; and feminine features are nullified by dark hair cut short and left wind-swept and loose. And her demeanor carries wild fury caged in cold chains. Though she be little, she is undoubtedly fierce. + |
| Pietro Igniseri + | Pietro carries himself with the swagger of a champion, lean with the raw strength of athletic youth. Angular features are softened by warm, dark eyes, while a strong jaw suggests determination. Dark hair is kept close-cropped to avoid a riot of unruly curls, framing strong features. Frequent smiles show themselves bright against the warm olive dusk of his skin. + |
| Podraig Gwent + | Podraig looks to be in the middle of his twenties and has fine, youthful features. The man is around six feet in height and has two striking features that stand out immediately. The first are his winding, thorn-like facial tattoos. Forest green in color, they seem to function as much as camouflage as clan identity. The second is the long cascade of platinum blonde hair that falls wild from the top of his head down to the middle of his back. His steel-grey eyes seem a little intense for his clean-shaven, youthful face and make him appear older. The young shav'arvani warrior is lean and muscular like a runner. More forest-green clan tattoos that wind down his arms could often be seen, especially during the warmer months. + |
| Poppy Stahlben + | While the majority of the Stahlben clan are giants with snow white skin and dark hair, Lady Poppy is the opposite. She stands at a mere 5'3ft with a soft plumpness that comes from never having to weild a sword, and her skin is a warm creamy hue which compliments her pale gold hair that falls in soft curls around her shoulders. She is constantly regarded as cute or adorable with her smattering of freckles over the bridge of her stub nose and her plump pink lips that never seem to know how to frown. It's however her vibrantly green eyes and dark lashes that hold people's attention. That and the trinkets from the far north that adorn her hair and wrists. + |
| Porter Kennex + | With an immaculately trimmed beard, and hair that has been styled to fall just so, there's no getting around that Porter dedicates a good amount of time to his personal grooming and overall appearance. Actually, there's no getting around this giant of a man, period; at six and a half feet tall and with a stocky, muscular frame to boot, it's not just his warm and lively personality that fills a room. That animated personality lends so much life to his dark eyes that it's easy to forget that his features are otherwise a bit plain. Sometimes a carefully curated appearance is everything. + |
| Portia Sulla + | Hip-length hair falling down over the curves of a voluptuous figure rough in the outline of the woman herself. Despite her 5'2" of height she carries herself with pure confidence and earned swagger. Her eyebrows, thin and arched, show that her natural hair color is jet black despite the wig she might be wearing or the complicated weave it has. Her wide cinnamon eyes glint reddish in the light, and her thick lips find a neutral line drawn on them more often than a cheery smile. + |
| Preston + | Handsome to a fault, Preston is the kind of knight boys dream they were, and girls use as the standard to demand perfection. Wispy blonde hair is kept short about the ears, falling slightly in his eyes when he's not careful, it gives him a boyish charm that unnerves his foes. His grin is ever present, lighting up his face and his sparkling blue eyes, accented by the strong square jaw he possesses. His build is strong, without being ridiculous, and he can often be seen flexing and showing off for a gaggle of giggling girls. He's tall for his age, only adding to the visage of the perfect knight, and even when he prays in quiet repast, he smiles, and looks good doing it. + |
| Preston Crown + | Handsome to a fault, Preston is the kind of knight boys dream they were, and girls use as the standard to demand perfection. Wispy blonde hair is kept short about the ears, falling slightly in his eyes when he's not careful, it gives him a boyish charm that unnerves his foes. His grin is ever present, lighting up his face and his sparkling blue eyes, accented by the strong square jaw he possesses. His build is strong, without being ridiculous, and he can often be seen flexing and showing off for a gaggle of giggling girls. He's tall for his age, only adding to the visage of the perfect knight, and even when he prays in quiet repast, he smiles, and looks good doing it. + |
| Pride + | Tall and fit, with the slinky motions of someone used to moving fast if needed, this man has dusky skin when shown, as he favors long robes and full cover of his body. Even his hair, long and dark, covers half of his face and there's often a hood involved. Despite the obvious athleticism, he favors a certain lazy attitude, as if it's all too much trouble. + |
| Pride Crown + | Tall and fit, with the slinky motions of someone used to moving fast if needed, this man has dusky skin when shown, as he favors long robes and full cover of his body. Even his hair, long and dark, covers half of his face and there's often a hood involved. Despite the obvious athleticism, he favors a certain lazy attitude, as if it's all too much trouble. + |
| Prisila Seraceni + | 'Sila is swarthy skinned in the summers and pale of skin during winter. She is statuesque yet filled out in delightful proportions, her body is well toned and the muscles beneath are lean and subtle. Voluminous chocolate curls cascade down around her shoulders, wafting the delicate aroma of honeysuckle. Almond shaped eyes the color of clear blue water sit above high cheek bones and flit to and fro, demonstrative of her keen perceptions and constant ability to notice the little things. White ink tattoos of prodigal make adorn her body with various arcane symbols and names in the flowing Eurusi script. Her ears are pierced many times and she often wears earcuffs, dangerous looking accessories and practical but alluring attire to accentuate her sharp, predatory beauty. + |
| Prism Prismatics + | Hers is the beauty of some far off star, radiant and fair: she is startling to behold. Her hair, though black as nightfall, is touched with starlight, spun luminous and glittering through soft, loose curls. Her eyes are lucent silver; behind lashes thick and dark as cosmos, those pale eyes shine moon-bright. Her smile, borne upon lips of blushed rose, is mesmerizing, and her voice, when she speaks, rings clear as clarion. + |
| Prospero Fidante + | Many are the men of legend who stand tall - head and shoulders over other men - and broad and brawn; then there are those storied for being nimble and quick, given in stories to small statures and big deeds. Prospero fits neither mold, but falls squarely into the realm of averages - give or take a little. 6'0", he's tall without being remarkably so. His dark brown hair is curly and kept short, just shy of being allowed into the territory of unruly. A medium build keeps off the excessive paunch or softness of a sedentary life but shows no signs of exceptional muscles. He is a man pushing his late thirties, prone to crow's feet and the wrinkles caused by furrowing his brow too much. + |
| Pyotr Federov + | This tall man is all tanned, sinewy muscle, his obviously the body of a laborer and warrior. He keeps his brown hair cut at about shoulder length, securing it back when necessary. Eyes are the pale blue of the seas in summer, crinkled at the edges from years of telling ribald jokes. He tends to favor simple, practical clothing. + |
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| Qaali Shav + | Dark skinned and lithe. Qaali has a silhouette that could be admirable to those respecting athleticism. Hers is a musculature learned from an active life. She's not overly tall, but due to not always having regular meal times, she appears lean. Fate has been kind to her, or at least her parents gambled correctly when they mingled genetic material. She's quite attractive if impish, for someone of low social rank, with a skin tone that can naturally appreciate long days under a blazing sun. Her hair is constrained by a number of thongs and fetishes, bound in a tall ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. Those eyes are expressive and dark, conveying an expression that can appear naive or trusting. She dresses like travel-worn garments that won't ruin in the rain and won't inhibit movement or drawing a bowstring. + |
| Qadira Crown + | Qadira stares at the world through verdant green eyes flecked with browns and grays. Accentuated by the steep incline of her outer brows, it's a cold, hard gaze, a touch unnaturally-sunken, that detracts from her better attributes. Her lightly-tan skin is smooth and mostly unblemished, at least upon her face, spread over pronounced cheekbones that lend a fortright shape to her face. It challenges the world to see her, making all the clearer a generous, subtly-expressive mouth, and a strong jawline that culminates in a divot upon the chin. An equally-strong philtrum drives home that this woman's face is fighting itself. As if she denies her own femininity, any perceived weakness it may carry. Dark hair tumbles carelessly to frame the resulting bundle, reaching just shy of the shoulders, covering her ears - and at times, almost fully one half of her face. Faint freckles dust Qadira's shapely neckline, leading down to a body that is slim, compact, and powerful. She's built like a whip, long limbs corded finely with the muscle of labor, but refusing to mass the weight they maybe should. When she moves, it's with a graceful sort of purpose that's a more intentional challenge than the structure of her face. Whether she refuses to be stopped out of defiance, or simply cannot stop herself, is perhaps unclear, but Qadira exudes energy and purpose in all that she does. + |
| Quenia Igniseri + | Quenia cuts a lean figure, toned and trim, with clean athleticism to her sculpted muscle and tawny skin. The dusky warmth of her skin tone is frequently enhanced by her clever eye for color, in makeup and dress. Her eyes are wide and dark, framed by a sooty thickness of eyelashes, beneath suggestive, communicative eyebrows. Her facial shape is a classic heart shape with high cheekbones and a narrow chin. The bow of her mouth is full and soft, often caught in the midst of a smile. Her hair is a riot of lush black curls, clouding around her face and neck. + |
| Quinley Blackshore + | Midnight black braids with golden cylinders fall down her back. Life on the open water has brought out the mocha tones, shining with health. Her cerulean blue eyes shine with sharp intelligence. Her broad nose speaks to her Eurusi roots. Full tan lips rarely smile or suffer artifice. Her tall, lithe body carries strength and vigor as she moves through the room with unspoken grace. Across her hands and forearms are small slashes, reminiscent of fencing training. Rough callouses on her palm and fingertips from handling ropes on a ship. + |
| Quintin Ashford + | Quintin is a tall, lean young man with an athletic build and a solemn air about him. His angular features, dark brows, and slate gray eyes contribute to a brooding demeanour. All that seriousness is dispelled, however, the moment he smiles. It's a wide, amiable smile, enthusiastic and infectious, and he smiles often. There's a faint spattering of freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose. He wears his white-blonde hair swept back from his face and to the side. It's usually tousled. Quintin often seems a bit rumpled, like he's just come back from climbing something or exploring somewhere. + |
| Quirin Navegant + | Quirin is a stocky, grey-bearded man with unfashionably long hair and a weathered appearance. His craggy visage holds its secrets well, and whether he appears to be glaring or merely squinting depends largely on whether you, yourself, are the present object of his attention. He moves with ease, but not with grace, and no story ever told of him included a smile upon his face. + |
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| Radhilde Acheron + | Dark of complexion, soft of feature, and with a clear expectant dark gaze, the woman is the very ideal of Northern dignity and unassuming noble grace. Dark luscious tresses of hair, framing a beautifully sculpted face, brushes past her shoulders and hangs in loose waves when unconfined. She stands taller than an average woman and is of a svelte but shapely frame that moves with poise upon long legs. {w({nCurrently her long hair is tied up in a loose bun, away from her face.{w){n + |
| Radhilde Tyde + | Dark of complexion, soft of feature, and with a clear expectant dark gaze, the woman is the very ideal of Northern dignity and unassuming noble grace. Dark luscious tresses of hair, framing a beautifully sculpted face, brushes past her shoulders and hangs in loose waves when unconfined. She stands taller than an average woman and is of a svelte but shapely frame that moves with poise upon long legs. + |
| Raemond Dredcall + | With a jawline that cuts and a narrow face with details just as sharp, it's not an over-exaggeration to describe this man as 'striking'. Even without the missing eye, what was handsome before has been honed to a razor's edge by a hard life. An expressive face, his slim lips convey much of his emotion, be it in a frown or a smirk, and while the strap of the eye-patch is a notable feature, the intensity of his stormy gray eye arrests the attention of most. Tall, with long limbs and lean musculature, he moves with the easy grace of a well-practiced soldier, no awkwardness in his broad-shouldered frame; comfortable in himself in a way that radiates. + |
| Rafael Bisland + | Dark hair kept at its shortest and closest to his scalp, in certain light Rafael's head appears completely shorn. His aristocratic bone structure is intensely curved and accented with deliberate patches of tidy black facial hair and his physique, although trim and towering, is far from athletically formidable. His most noticeable features, his eyes, stand out as glimmers of crystalline blue against a complexion the color of clean rich soil. + |
| Raffe Fahenir + | This man is svelte and prim in posture and build. Light of skin, his face is neatly-kept, deep golden eyes looking at the world with a keen hue to them. He looks to be in his early twenties taking into account his features, though the way he stands, moves and holds himself suggests a maturity beyond his ages. + |
| Raigner Redrain + | A rather brutish man in nature, just having left his twenties in age. He stands just below six and a half feet tall and has the shoulders of a brick shed, corded in muscle from a life of heavy and intense labor. He moves with a less than subtle absence of grace and dexterity, making up for it in his bulkish stature. He has slightly muddy-colored blond hair, braided in a simple and effective set behind his head, ending just at the base of his neck. Visible skin is a pale and halfway chalkish white, stormy blue eyes giving a bright contrast. + |
| Raimon Thrax + | He is a well muscled man, his form striking a balance between form and function. The sort of musculature that can only be acheived by someone with the time and dedication spent towards honing his body. He has a strong brow and perceptive dark eyes that takes in his surroundings for any potential threats. He keeps his hair cut short to his head, the better not to get in the way in the middle of a fight. He has a bearing befitting his noble birth, while at the same time a deadly aura around the man. + |
| Rainier Ashford + | This man is taller than most at around six feet one of height and seems pretty fit at a first glance; broad shouldered and athletic, he's wearing an olive mottled grey-green overcoat that clasps at the top of his chest with a deep cowl which can be pulled over the head to cast his features in shadows; it's thicker just past the neck but lighter, looser around the arms and legs, with ribbons sewn together at the top to allow it to be pulled tightly by the mantle. A fine set of custom-made leather armor can be seen beneath it, form-fitting from the neck down and well oiled, covering him all the way down to the light-weight soft-soled old boots at at his feet. A deerskin scabbard is strapped over his back allowing for a long, slight curved and slender blade's hilt to protrude behind his left shoulder whose pommel bears an inscribed silver crest of a crown above a sword pointing downward. Rainier is good looking with his deep-set eyes and a bold nose that emits a certain distinguished demeanor. Strong jawed, thick browed, wide mouthed, this one's hair is in kept just short enough to require minimal tending to, yet he's also grown a beard he keeps neatly trimmed and clean. He is athletic with a broad shouldered, solid build and has no obvious tattoos or personal jewellery on him other than a thin, dull wire necklace whose visible parts are unadorned and fairly unremarkable hangs from his neck only to disappear under the padded layers of clothing worn beneath the coat. + |
| Raisa Crown + | Raisa can be found most often with a broad grin and a ready laugh upon her lips. She is well built with a tall, hearty athletic frame that supports a healthy feminine figure and she carries herself with a moderate amount of confidence. Her ovaline face is attractive, but it isn't unblemished. She wears an eyepatch over her right eye, though the undamaged one is a lovely limpid cognac brown. Sun-kissed skin speaks to a life lived out of doors and has left a smattering of freckles over her high cheekbones and nose. Her wild mane of fiery red hair compliments the warm tones of her skin and is worn past her hips, the occasional feather or bead braided into the tresses to add to her wild mystique. + |
| Raja Culler + | Raja is a dark and mysterious looking woman. She has deep brown skin that sets her apart from most of Arx's inhabitants. Her dark hair twists into many long, flowing curls that hang past her shoulders. These are often adorned with colorful beads, golden clasps, or braids. Her almond-shaped eyes are beautiful, but they hold a dangerously brooding glare. She has a pair of full lips which are often twisted into a smirk. Her body holds feminine, athletic curves with a full bosom, flaired hips, and slender waist. Those curves do not slow her down as she is rather strong and quite agile that shows with each movement of her body. + |
| Raknorauth Frost + | Fairly tall and quite broad across the shoulders, this savage Shav has a long-limbed, rangy build heavy with lean, dense muscle. Where visible his skin is quite fair, if leathery from exposure, with crude black tattoos running up the backs of his large hands to disappear beneath his clothing. His hair is a riot of tangled waves that falls around his ears and drapes across his nape, matched by his thick brown eyebrows and the short, wavy beard that hides the majority of his face. Unhidden are his broad, blunt nose, heavy cheekbones, and deep-set eyes of icy blue surrounded by an etched network of mirthful lines. + |
| Ralina Ravensdale + | Ralina is not a happy girl. Something about her demeanor, generally bland expression, and the way she carries herself, they all combine to usually just flat out make that simple fact glaringly apparent. She's of average height, with a slim build, her thin limbs showing just a hint of toned musculature. With fair skin, shoulder-length brown hair featuring just a bit of wave to it, and bright blue eyes, Ralina is somewhere between plain and pretty, little about her really making her stand out. When her wide mouth curves in a smile, the young woman inches a bit closer to pretty, but those smiles almost exclusively come at awkward, off-putting times. Not much of one for fashion, be it by choice or limited resources, she tends to wear cheap, masculine attire, and frequently has dark kohl rimming her eyes, giving her an almost owlish look. + |
| Ralston Honor + | This tall, strikingly handsome knight hardly seems concerned at all about being mistaken for true nobility, opting instead to eschew the stern dignity and grave countenance so popular with many of the far higher born. Fairly complexioned with a smooth countenance that likely has avoided long hours in the sun, his jet-black hair tends to hang in untamed curls brushed frequently out of the way of deep blue eyes that glint with dangerous mischief. Despite his disarming and charming smiles that seldom fade from his face, he moves with an easy confidence that verges on arrogance. The kind of confident swagger that strongly suggests he believes he is fully capable of handling whatever is thrown his way and does not expect to be surprised in that regard. + |
| Ramiro Whyne + | This man looks to be on the slightly lean side. Although he's not thin, he's also not overly thick anywhere. Pitch black hair frames a narrow face with sky blue eyes taking in his surroundings curiously. He's a bit on the taller side, and looking closely at him there's a few faint scars here and there marking that skin. {w({ndressed in pretty standard traveling clothes, well suited to deal with the weather.{w){n + |
| Ramona Malespero + | Born of one of the most stunning of Pravus noblewomen, it is impossible for Ramona to be anything but naturally beautiful. She's slim (and possibly malnourished) yet busty. Her complexion would be a lovely olive, but she never sees the sun. Her eyes are a lovely faded green and her lips are full, yet there's almost never any kohl or lip paint. Ramona has little interest in playing up physical appearances. Her hair - nearly black, with caramel undertones - is kept short and almost always a curly mess. She doesn't wear makeup, but for when required of her. She doesn't wear fancy dresses, as a Sister of the Faith needn't (is her excuse). Perhaps worst, she regularly skips baths... there's too much work to do! + |
| Rand Pirran + | Rand has large, dark eyes that appear gentler and more soulful than his general demeanor would seem to allow. His dark hair is thick and unkempt, his mouth hard-set in a cleanly shaven face. He moves with a precision bordering on gracefulness and possesses every callus of a habitual swordsman with very few of the commensurate scars. His build is lean and wiry, and he tends to give the impression to a casual glance of being smaller and more compact even than he actually is. + |
| Rane Keaton + | The look of a soldier is an unmistakable thing. Rane cuts a fine figure in armor and finery alike. His arms are strong, honed from years of practice and daily exercise with his army. A stern expression commonly clouds his features, but not for any cause beyond depth of concentration and thought. He'd long been blessed with a handsome face that fit the look of authority and martial prowess. Dark eyes and darker hair adds another layer of what seems to be stoicism in most regards, but it's not unusual to see a polite, often warm smile as he meets with people across the Compact. Along the inside of his forearm is something very new and very different. There's a marking. It resembles a tattoo of black mixed with dark green in the shape of a thick, thorny vine that curls around a scar running down and diagonal the entire length of his forearm. Closer inspection reveals it's clearly not a tattoo, but something else altogether. + |
| Rane Moore + | The look of a soldier is an unmistakable thing. Rane cuts a fine figure in armor and finery alike. His arms are strong, honed from years of practice and daily exercise with his army. A stern expression commonly clouds his features, but not for any cause beyond depth of concentration and thought. He'd long been blessed with a handsome face that fit the look of authority and martial prowess. Dark eyes and darker hair adds another layer of what seems to be stoicism in most regards, but it's not unusual to see a polite, often warm smile as he meets with people across the Compact. Along the inside of his forearm is something very new and very different. There's a marking. It resembles a tattoo of black mixed with dark green in the shape of a thick, thorny vine that curls around a scar running down and diagonal the entire length of his forearm. Closer inspection reveals it's clearly not a tattoo, but something else altogether. + |
| Ranver Blacktree + | A tall man with broad shoulders and a solid frame. His skin is tanned, darker in those summer months when it is touched by the sun. Rich brown eyes hold an intense gaze, astute and alert, and his face, while not traditionally handsome, has a strength to it. A large nose that may have been broken a time or two, an impressive jawline, and deep dimples that show only when he smiles are all accented by the trimmed facial hair that matches the dark black hue of his longer tresses. He moves with confidence, and stands as one accustomed to the weight of responsibility. + |
| Raphael Mercier + | The man has the sort of face that belongs within the confines of a gold frame: a regal portrait of a young aristocrat. His chiseled jaw lifts with a proud, pleasant smile and his expressive amber eyes are set beneath graceful brows. His dark curls reach the tailored shoulders of his coat, which is left stylishly open over a crisp white shirt. His long limbs are straight but not stiff, and his head is held high. In the pale morning light he looks older, but in the harsh brightness of the day he appears boyish and charming. + |
| Ras Unknown + | For someone born in the dirt, Ras looks the part, with hair and eyes as brown as mud. His dark tan is no contrast. Strands of hair, raggedly shorn around his ears, frequently point in all directions. Skinny and of average height, his stature is far from imposing, and the slouched saunter with which he carries himself doesn't do him any favors in that regard. The only compelling feature about him is the shine in his eyes, potentially misplaced hope and wonder that glints from time to time through his sullen ferocity. + |
| Rasteon Masque + | Coarse hair the deep black of coal falls in a short shag around Rasteon's head and nape, partially covering the wicked scar that swoops down from the center of his hairline and hooks sharply over his left eyebrow, cleaving across his temple and taking the top 5th off of his ear. Long healed, the pale old wound stands out starkly against the jagged black abstractions inked artfully across his cheeks and forehead, their complicated whirls and spikes curling around his soulless black eyes. Beneath the tattoos his features are lean and angular, with a proud nose, sharp cheekbones, and long jaw that gives him a distinctly predatory look. yet more tendrils of ink swirl back from his chin to trace the line of his jaw, trailing off down his neck and up to coil around his mismatched ears. Beneath the layers of dark abstract tattoos that crawl across his pale skin, his frame is neither overly broad nor notably tall, seemingly Average in most respects. Still, his average frame is densely packed with muscle, lean and hungry with the quick, half starved look of a wild animal. + |
| Rastifer Redrain + | Standing at 193cm, Rastifer is a tall man with the kind of impeccable posture born from a royal upbringing that was never quite forgotten. Broad and lightly tanned, his body is corded with muscle familiar to hoisting and heaving heavy bodies to his liking. His raven black hair falls heavily to his shoulders when not tied up above his head to keep it out of his eyes and storm grey eyes are sharp and quick, always searching for both signs of danger and opportunities for excitement. + |
| Ravana Stellaris + | Ravana is impossibly beautiful in every sense, her only blemish a scar that runs across the left cheek. Born in the southern Lycene Sea, Ravana embodies her home: eyes are like the crystalline oceans of Ischia, hair is golden like the sun that graces those waters and her skin is tan and slightly damaged from spending too much time under that unforgiving warmth. When she moves she glides, and when fighting Ravana is like a spark of flame, stepping with blistering speed and biting with scorching strikes and stinging quips. Everything she does is charged with the manic energy of an inferno. + |
| Raven + | A tall woman with a lean, wiry build suggesting an active lifestyle. Long of limb and narrow of waist, she moves with a careless grace and easy confidence. The strait line of her nose and fine set of her cheekbones are settled above thin lips with a stubborn jaw line which frame a face which is less than the picture of standard beauty but remains striking all the same. Verdant green eyes could belong to a feral feline for all the wary attentiveness frequently paid to her surroundings. Even with her apparent youth there's a hardened veteran air about her, of someone older than her apparent years. Thick obsidian hair is brushed to a high shine and confined by a simple but snug plait. + |
| Raven Masque + | Raven is a distractingly beautiful woman who acts and dresses so to not make any use of her looks, utility trumping aesthetics whenever she has a say in it. Her mane of hair is pitch-black and her body is slim and athletic, born of rigorous training and god-given gifts of beauty and grace, but it is in her eyes that clues to Raven's puzzle can be found. venomously green, they are also filled with a forlorn touch that permeates her aura. {w({nRaven looks pale and harrowed, as though she's been through some great ordeal recently.{w){n + |
| Raven Pravi + | A tall woman with a lean, wiry build suggesting an active lifestyle. Long of limb and narrow of waist, she moves with a careless grace and easy confidence. The strait line of her nose and fine set of her cheekbones are settled above thin lips with a stubborn jaw line which frame a face which is less than the picture of standard beauty but remains striking all the same. Verdant green eyes could belong to a feral feline for all the wary attentiveness frequently paid to her surroundings. Even with her apparent youth there's a hardened veteran air about her, of someone older than her apparent years. Thick obsidian hair is brushed to a high shine and confined by a simple but snug plait. + |
| Ravn Aztikar + | A tall man standing six feet tall, he has raven black shoulder length hair that is trimmed close to the skin at the sides. This combines with a bronzed complexion and dark obsidian eyes. He has an aquiline nose resting above a well groomed moustache that flows down the sides of this mouth to join an equally well groomed beard. The man is slim and well built, though he is by no means a muscle bound hunk. His hands have long tapering fingers well suited to delicate, precise tasks but those shaking his hand might firm that they aren't lacking in strength either. His gait is measured and dignified. + |
| Ravna Culler + | Standing at six feet tall, though you'd never know it because the clothing is always a little too large, is a man. Go figure, right? The face is a mixture of age, and youth; age, for despite clearly being a man instead of a boy, he hasn't matured very much. Laugh-lines permeate the cheeks, and the eyes are dappled by the same, the nose having been broken once. The right eyebrow has two little lines of hair that don't grow back anymore - a strike that has left a faded scar. Near-misses dapple the skin, except the neck. The neck has a garish mark upon the right and left sides - the rough outline of what can only be a fox (or a really deformed cat) that has never quite healed right. A brand. The rest of him is boundless in energy, and his movements are erratic, constant, moving too-and-fro like waves and trees in the wind. Stumbling, likely drunk. The hands are fast, rapid, twisting and dancing over each other and displaying almost completely black skin! Dyed by tattoos of dice, knives, and a plethora of skulls with the letter 'C' on the forehead. It continues up the forearms, vanishing into imagery of coins! + |
| Rawen Redrain + | One of the first features most notice about Rawen is when she looks at someone, she has one green eye and one blue, both bright in their coloring. Or perhaps her thick and wavy copper red hair that cascades down her back. Or her skin that has a creamy, lightly freckled, peach complexion with naturally rosy full lips, a slender nose, and an hourglass frame while standing at only 5'2". + |
