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| Baldessare Velenosa + | It's body language that creates Baldessare's strong impression. He carries himself with driven confidence. His low voice is bold and resonant. His eyes are intensely dark, framed by absurdly long lashes beneath the thickness of well-defined eyebrows. His lips are more full than thin, mobile in the midst of the strong lines of nose and jaw. His skin is a dusky olive brown. He frequently keeps a neat, dark beard. The sculpt of his features could be the cast of a soldier's statue, but his face is too lively, his expression rarely still. Tall and lean, he looks like a swordsman, built on muscular lines that match the strength of his long fingers. + |
| Baldwin Fidante + | Tall and muscular, Baldwin is a somewhat handsome man, with a reserved outward demeanor. His coloring and features are those most prominent in the South, his hair black and ink and kept trimmed short, his beard trimmed, enhacing the well defined line of his jaw. His nose is straight and his eyes are a stormy blue, always watchful. His motions are guarded and always economical, as are his words. When he speaks, however, it is with a distinct baritone. + |
| Baltus Darkwater + | Tall, at just over six feet in height. His shoulder length mocha brown hair seems to have a mind of its own, the locks curling over his forehead and towards his ear from behind his neck. With his dark eyebrows and stubble, which runs primarily along his jawbone, leaving his cheeks smooth. Chocolate Brown eyes seem to stand out against his sun-kissed complexion. + |
| Barbrey Blackwood + | Barbrey is past her prime and into the winter of her life, and her weathered face bears all the wrinkles and deep lines one might expect of a woman of near sixty. A hard-lined, square jaw is framed by a mop of wild grey hair, with the occasional auburn streak harkening back to her youth in a faded, rugged Northern beauty. Tall for a woman, there is an alert and ready position to her posture, and when she moves, only the slightest slowness of age shows -- it seems that the years have at least granted her longevity. Her figure is still lean and muscled, and a perpetually wild look in her eye makes her seem ever-ready for combat. + |
| Barik Reed + | Barik is a broad-shouldered figure of lanky physique and a thin, frequently excercised waist. Naturally athletic, yet lacking in any hints of strength to assert him a warrior, he poses as an average figure, for an average people. Despite such, his physique remains coarse due to constant travelling, and being exposed to the outdoors. His hair is a raven black color, perpetually cut short to a natural swoop of a combover that inherently swings right. Disenchanting, muddy green eyes stare beneath two bushy, crowded brows, with a nose most certainly broken at least twice crookedly sitting between them. The appendages of his arms are wide; his fingers are long and rotund. + |
| Barric Grayson + | A perfect mix of Hero of Old and Charming Prince, Barric has the look of the most courtly patron, with the soul of a time where men viewed Duty and Honor as highly as Glory. Black hair, kept in a neat military cut gives his face a slightly severe look. His bright blue eyes shimmer with a life of their own, whether in the rare glimpses of boyish joy, or in their typical focused determination, evaluating a situation quickly. His smiles, though tending to be rare, are brilliant things, giving people pause to wonder. His strong jaw and broad frame are the things artist consider when creating art of the legends of old, with graceful movements and powerful motions. {w({nHe is completely clean-shaven, meticulously so, not a single hair to be found on his face or jaw.{w){n + |
| Bashira Ru-Taul + | Bashira stands at seven inches over five feet tall with a figure that is athletic but femininely so. And, of course, she has the face of an angel. Her complexion is lightly tanned. This is mainly due to her heritage and days spent in the sunlight. Her intelligent hazel eyes are emphasized by the long black lashes that surround them and by the ebon brows above them that lift expressively when she speaks. Her heavy, raven hair is a mass of unruly curls and wispy tendrils that surround her face like a secretive shadow. Her hair reaches to her waist and generally holds braids with shells and pearls within them. + |
| Basilio Cabral + | A leanly built youth cut of swimmer's muscles and laughlines. His shoulders have been made sturdy by ropes and riggings, telling of his time spent at sea. The sun has darkened his skin with a healthy ruddiness common to those from the tropics. Evidence of a colorful childhood decorates his complexion in scars here and there but the surefootedness of his gait suggests that these have been challenges he might even look back on fondly. Hair brown like coconuts is thick on his head, as are the expressive brows over his dark eyes. The knit of his features are pleasantly proportionate and warm, simplicity being his charm. His voice is a tenor coarse with the enthusiasm of a lad nearly past his teenage years. + |
| Bastien + | Bastien is all long limbs and graceful hands and lean, whippet lines to his frame. He can move with surprising grace and dexterity, and his carriage holds a certain hauteur that he hasn't exactly earned. He has an even, well-bred handsomeness to him, strong-jawed and straight-nosed, but it's often distracted by a sense of harried unkemptness from too many long nights at work. His hair is dark, his eyes a clear blue flecked with green, and he can vary widely from stubble to a full beard, depending on his current obsession level. + |
| Bastien Crown + | Bastien is all long limbs and graceful hands and lean, whippet lines to his frame. He can move with surprising grace and dexterity, and his carriage holds a certain hauteur that he hasn't exactly earned. He has an even, well-bred handsomeness to him, strong-jawed and straight-nosed, but it's often distracted by a sense of harried unkemptness from too many long nights at work. His hair is dark, his eyes a clear blue flecked with green, and he can vary widely from stubble to a full beard, depending on his current obsession level. + |
| Baz Thornburn + | Tall and slender, Baz is the epitome of nights without sleep, days without care and passion without check. There's a hunger to her pale gray eyes and her lean frame, a gauntness only offset by a pair of lips that, despite occasionally being chapped with neglect, are overfull, most often set in a caustic slant. There's a reserve and a wildness that battle for dominance in the neglect of her long and straight tawny hair, the rumpled and unkempt suits that sit on her insubstantial frame like castoffs. + |
| Beatrice Malespero + | Beatrice is a pretty young lady with exceptional facial features and a slim but feminine figure. She makes the best of her Lycene heritage, putting herself together in a carefully crafted way when she makes public appearances. Her coloration makes her a stand-out among nobles: with dark, thick hair, dark, thick eyebrows, tanned skin, and glittering coffee-colored eyes. She dresses to compliment her body, with the eye often drawn to her narrow waist and long legs. + |
| Beatrix Corsetina + | Beatrix is a fair-skinned, charcoal-haired, lithe woman of uncanny beauty and yet that is not what lured poets and warriors to call her the White Rose of Tor. The Corsetina's viridian eyes, holding secrets and torments, and her swagger give Beatrix irresistible airs of allure. Rarely needing to express herself with more than the faintest curl of her full lips or a shrug of her shoulders, she talks with her whole body before ever uttering a word, filling the room with her powerful voice. Her physique is slender and strong, feminine and flattering in its grace and elegance. + |
| Beaumont Valardin + | With a mane of soft, golden curls that just brush his collar, Beaumont is the picture of Valardin nobility. His fair, pampered skin is clear, as are his sky blue eyes. Long lashes and straight, youthful brows frame them as perfectly as any romantic painting, and his mouth is lush and just barely given to a melancholy downturn when he isn't grinning. Luckily, his shoulders are broad and his jaw is strong and chiseled in the perfect example of masculine beauty. + |
| Becka Honor + | %TSomber is the dark gaze of a young woman no older than eighteen years. Her caramel brown eyes seem haunted, distant and weary, yet in rare moments show a spark of life and hope. Freckles dance over the cheeks and across bridge of this young woman's nose, and her oval face is framed by wavy locks of the shimmering copper. Her nose is petit, lips full and her small chin slightly dimpled. Becka looks as if she must live on the street, for her face is at times dirty, and her clothing looks as if it could use a good wash. The pale blue dress hanging from her lithe frame could possibly be the only dress the girl owns. + |
| Bedivere Whitehawk + | Long and lean, Bedivere stands tall amongst any crowd, and carries himself in the ramrod-straight military manner. His straight nose is longer than average, perched above a square jaw, which is regularly shaven. His dark hair is of a middling length and touched with hints of silver. When he smiles, one can see how handsome he was in his youth - it's a shame, then, that he rarely does so. Of particular note is the nub where his right hand once was; the scarred arm it belongs to is usually pressed protectively against his body. + |
| Behtuk Sanna + | Behtuk is a tall, heavy man, with just enough grace to carry that mass of flesh without intruding upon others. His hair is thin, black, long, and straight. Unlike many from the North, his facial hair is sparse consisting of a drooping mustache and a braided patch on his chin. Though the muscles beneath his skin are not prominent, the strength beneath that full-figured frame is unmistakeable. + |
| Bell Cleck + | A skinny, even haggard man with sharp cheekbones and lips that tend crooked, Bell wears his hardships on his frame with more easy than he wears his ill-fitting clothing. His eyes are sharp and restless, but he moves with a swift and studied grace. That ill-fitting clothing doesn't entirely conceal that he's built to climb and to dart. + |
| Belladonna Pravus + | Undeniably beautiful, with her long flaxen locks, intensely sapphire eyes, and sharply gorgeous features, Belladonna combines her striking looks and sultry sensuality with a vibrant life in her to devastating effect. Her winsome features are those that will seem young, even when her hair has greyed, lightened by the challenging fire and daring sparkle that infests her eyes. Her lush lips are quick to smile, both in sympathy and understanding, and in a smirk of satisfaction that only seeing her enemies crushed before her can evoke. Her form is lithe and sinuous, slight of frame, but her infectious laugh and vibrancy makes her seem larger than she is. Many noblewomen tend toward fair skin, of those too important to endure the harsh suns, but Belladonna's richly tanned, smokey skin, common in the city-state of Setarco, sets her apart and lends her an exotic air. + |
| Bellamy Redrain + | Standing at a perfectly acceptable five-foot-six Bellamy is not the tallest, nor the shortest, Princess around. Her hair is a pale platinum that lingers just this side of white. Her eyes are a honeyed hazel color; green but with an amber ring around the pupil. Her lips are usually quirked up in a sweet smile below a dainty, upturned nose. Her lips are graceful and slender, lacking in muscle definition that many of the Redrain family might otherwise have. Her skin a pale that suggests she gets rarely any sun. + |
| Bellona Deucalion + | She is a strand of moonlight in the darkest woods who bears its wildness in every feature. Her hair, black as night, falls coarsely about her face, framing her pale visage in matts and twines. Despite the savagery it possesses, she wears it proudly like a crown; this unkept mane which has tangled the fingers of men both nameless and forgotten. A comeliness precedes the dirt and soot that often mars her pale skin offering the hint of woman beneath an otherwise crepuscular varmint. + |
| Benedetto Velenosa + | It's body language that creates Benedetto's dramatic impression. He carries himself with casual insouciance. His low voice is rich with laughter and invitation. His eyes are a liquid dark, framed by absurdly long lashes beneath the thickness of well-defined eyebrows. His lips are more full than thin, mobile in the midst of the strong lines of nose and jaw. His skin is a dusky olive-brown. He tends towards clean shaves. The sculpt of his features could be the cast of a pretty statue, but his face is too lively, his expression rarely still. Tall and slim, he looks like a dancer, built on agile lines that match the delicacy of his long fingers. + |
| Benedict Ferro + | Deep brown eyes and black hair are striking on this above average height male. Though ungroomed most of the time, his beard grows in as a goatee and connected moustache. His hair is kept short for ease of keeping, and his body is thick with muscle from years of armor wear and wielding and training with the large sword and armor. Broad shoulders and large arms connected to a thick torso, and legs large enough to carry all of him with ease plus much more. Caramel tanned skin and calloused hands from years of wielding a weapon and horse reigns. + |
| Benjamin Carver + | It might be the self-satisfied smile that his face finds at rest that draws attention first, or it might be the bright expressiveness of his amber eyes under the bold dark strokes of his brow and the way they seem to hold the world in such alert fascination. He has a fair complexion, well kept and shaved smooth to the skin. His hair, a dark shade of brown, is kept tidy and trimmed only to then allow it to do whatever the devil it feels like. He is built on a light frame, slender and not overly tall, with a comfortable finesse and fluidity to his movements. + |
| Benvolio Corvini + | Benvolio enjoys the trappings of his family's wealth and access to fashion in Arx. He prefers the ostentatious and colorful, and is never far from a sword or dagger. Benvolio wears a mane of long hair, left wild when possible, or bound to look presentable. His bright green eyes give him a sharp gaze. + |
| Berenice Velenosa + | Berenice is a creature of slim lines and subtle curves, her assured confidence lending her a statuesque air that her height doesn't quite earn. She is a classic Southern beauty, from the golden olive of her complexion to the high angle of her cheekbones to the rich darkness of her hair that falls in loose waves down to her lower back. The full pout of her lips is prone to mischievous curves. Her eyes are a dark, warm brown framed by thick lashes and given life and expression by the manicured arch of her brows. + |
| Berto Tiazza + | Berto isn't a particularly tall fellow, sort of stocky by nature. Nor is he particularly handsome, with an ill-healed broken nose from an old fight, a few scars here and there, and a copious number of little burns from various issues with brewing equipment. He makes up for it with a warm, white- toothed grin and long, dark lashes that draw focus to his bright, intelligent eyes. + |
| Bethany Mercier + | With a distant gaze softened by a well-arranged, amiable smile, Bethany is a strikingly pretty girl. A well-proportioned and willowy figure, carried with a practiced grace. A flawless complexion. She's the kind of young woman who is the product of a well-bred, well-lived life in the merchant class. Befitting that class, her clothing is of fine quality, but reserved -- she dresses older than she is -- and her tawny blonde hair is of indeterminate length, worn in a complicated coiled updo secured by a few fancy pins. Even though her demeanor is welcoming, there's always a sense that she holds something in reserve; her steel blue eyes are those of a woman whose soul is not easily touched. + |
| Bhandn Yvar + | Bhandn Yvar is a large man; he is an exemplar of physical strength. While his height is hardly lacking, a touch under six feet, his brawn eclipses that despite his increasing age. He is a man who trains his body in grueling ways: his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his back, and his legs are all very heavily muscled, and his clothing strains slightly to contain his powerful torso in particular. That clothing has failed in the past, as darning of various quality can be seen on the sleeves and shoulders, with other repairs done on his legs as well, including a slash on his left thigh that was sewn shut by a skilled hand. He keeps his silver hair cut short, but it is roughly done, lacking the finesse and uniformity of a trained hand. As such, his tanned face is fully visible, exposing his brown eyes and stubble for all to see. A small, thin scar exists near his right ear, as well as a nick in the lower lobe of the ear itself. Strapped to his large back are two scabbards, each with a crossguard hilt poking up over his shoulder. One bears the unmistakable signs of a peacebond, and a very thorough one at that, twice as much as necessary to meet the requirement. + |
| Bianca Wyrmguard + | Ethereal would be an apt adjective to describe the young Wyrmguard scholar. Often mistaken as a potential twin to her cousin Damon, Bianca maintains a certain sort of irrefutable beauty not often found beyond ancient fairytales of Arx. Shock white hair, sylph-like stature and crystalline gaze all command attention when the woman enters a room. + |
| Bjorn Grimhall + | This blond young man is about average height and fairly unassuming. His hair is cropped at his shoulders and he keeps a neatly trimmed goatee. The square jaw and defined cheekbones give him a strong appearance and often make him seem menacing even when he is simply calm. What really stands out about him is the fact that one eye is pale blue and the other is golden-green. He has a lean and athletic figure speaking to quickness as opposed to brute strength. + |
| Blacktongue Artiglio + | A man approaching his middle years, Blacktongue has kept most of the jet black hair, with only the barest hints of grey at the temples. He keeps his beard and moustache trimmed neat, almost stylish, though dyes it with whatever bright color suits his fancy that day. His eyes, sharp blue, pierce through the best defenses of the court, getting to the root of a person. His lithe build lends itself well to a mocking gait, or a graceful dance, usually choosing what will surprise someone the most. His smile on anyone else would be charming, but the inky hue of his tongue makes it nothing short of unnerving. + |
| Blair Elricks + | Blair is a shorter girl, standing closer to five feet. Her form is slim, small and compact. Not at all like a giant like her family. But what she lacks in sheer size, she makes up for in an ever burning smile. The bright, young girl is often smiling or laughing. Intent on spreading joy when it's needed. She has longish red hair, curly, but often tied back. And her eyes are a emerald color, pure pools of it that shine bright. Her voice is a pleasant, soft one. Youthful and full of energy. + |
| Bliss Whisper + | Despite her loose, windspun brown curls looping around an oval face, there's something so sharp about her; a bearing that shifts from cocky to outright impudent when she's flashing a particularly challenging smile. It's a sweetly bowed mouth, and she's on the tall side (if just), with an adorably upturned nose and slender shoulders. Her graceful carriage gives her an air of delicacy anchored by athletic legs and wide hips. + |
| Blossom Corsetina + | So very far from those noble women who fuss over their looks, there lies Blossom Corsetina. Undeniably pretty and seemingly completely unaware of it, she keeps her dark, curly hair in a short, messy cut to keep it out of her way. It's even money every day whether she'll have a splotch of brightly-colored paint somewhere on her cinnamon skin or the dress she's wearing. Hazel eyes bordering on brown... it's difficult to tell, because they never stay still long enough to focus on anything that isn't a painting. She's short and slender, gifted with her family's curves, but unlike her cousins, those hips will never be a danger to anyone but herself. + |
| Blush Prismatics + | The strange allure of this man is bred from the marriage of hard and soft in his features. A chiseled jawline, strong nose, and expressive mouth couple with the intense cyan blue hue of his eyes and the delicate pink tint of his wavy hair to weave beauty and brawn together in one being. An artfully kept scruff of facial hair appears effortless along his cheeks and chin. His smile is quick and easy, mirroring his seemingly natural charm, but beneath the surface is a brewing storm which he further guards through flamboyant fashions, all manner of colors adorning his lean frame. + |
| Bonibel Barleycorn + | Shortish and of average build this ginger-haired woman's appearance is held more in her personality than her modest features. Wide hazel-green eyes are shrewd and expressive with heavy auburn lashes. A full-lipped mouth bears the start of lines at its corners from the constant display of emotion. Her thick hair is long and oft partially braided to keep it back off her oval face while the rest of it hangs down her back curling just above her tailbone. + |
| Bonnie Shepherd + | Bonnie's got the kind of smile that makes folk nervous. Not because it lights up a room (though tis bright), but because it's so big. She keeps her lips rouged, and that wide grin shows off her white teeth and honestly looks a little like she might be considering taking a bite out of something. Or someone. It speaks of a hint of edge that is belied by her sweetly round face and big, warm eyes. Her hair is red-haloed dark and curls and waves wildly to her shoulders, and her skin is sun bronzed. She's got a strong nose with a button tip that is just a touch crooked, as if it has been smashed once or twice in her life, and a swagger to match her statuesque frame. This is no willowy woman; thighs and arms stacked with compact muscle she has no qualms about showing off. + |
| Bors Keaton + | One cannot help but notice Bors Keaton when he enters a room. There is a presence to him, a severity, from the pristine, razored pate of his bald head, to the lantern jaw and bulldog neck of him. His features are blunt without being coarse, chiseled in broad planes and angles. A wide brow is bisected by dark brows that rest low over a pair of deep set brown eyes. His nose has been broken more than once, his lips full, though they are most often set in a thin line that speaks of little patience for silliness or time-wasting. He is a tall man, thick with muscle, skin pale given the frequency with which he wears armor. He is meticulous in his neat appearance, further evidence of his martial nature. + |
| Bosco Caputo + | Here's a man who is probably younger than he looks. Haunted might be a good word to describe the vibe he emits; a little too hard around some edges, a little scarred and calloused on others with an oft-times far-away look when there's nothing demanding his attention. He carries himself with a posture that is at times prouder than would be suggested by his station in life. Blue eyes are pale, with a colour that feels faded and dull, lending him a hard gaze. His olive skin is no stranger to the sun, nor to injury with a catalogue of small insults writ there from blade, fire and molten metal. For all these flaws, he's not unattractive and is obviously no stranger to demanding work and effort, with an impressively sturdy build that's matched with an artisan's dexterity. Black hair is kept short but achieves a reasonable level of kemptness. + |
| Brace Din + | A delicate creation of pleasing curves and slender limbs, the svelte woman carries a history told in tattoos from the neck down-- nary a spot of flesh uninked. Her hair is long; heavy and thick, desperately dark at the roots with the added detail of sun-bleached tips. And then, there were her eyes, as unflinching as a shark's black stare despite their pleasing color, lined in midnight kohl to further draw attention. All other facial details are obscured beneath the intricate chains of her mask, visage revealed only to those who can afford it. + |
| Braden Laurent + | The young Laurent looks as attractive as most nobles do. A fine bone structure ensuring he has a handsome face, but given how little he seems to worry about shaving and keeping his hair perfect, he doesn't exactly fit in at high society gatherings. He always has a bit of a mischevieous smirk on his face, behind his short beard, as if he is always looking for something to get in trouble with, but in times of need, the seriousness he takes in keeping other people safe can be seen in his eyes which seem to shift colors depending on the current lighting. {w({nHe has a peppermint stick either in his mouth or in his hand, or at least so very close by.{w){n + |
| Brady Grayhope + | It's hard to stay mad at that face, you know? Melting brown eyes, lips a soft pout, an impossible sweetness summoned up with the flash of his teeth -- there's a shade of the long vanished cherub in the fullness of his cheeks, in the high sweep of his eyebrows. His hair is the burnished reddish richness of polished wood, but in texture a thick, luxuriant fluff, falling in loose waves inclined to rumple. There's a reedy height to him, limbs a little overlong and matched to the leanness of his frame and the youthful innocence of his features, that lends him more of that young, unfinished look. Adulthood has surely set in, and he sometimes cultivates it by flirting with a downy mustache or beard, but there's just something about his looks that makes it hard to translate youthful scoundrel shenanigans into anything more dire. + |
| Braelynn Deepwood + | Of average height and build, Braelynn is lithe and wiry. Her movements are precise and dextrous, and she seems ideally suited to long-range scouting or walks owing to her lean, healthy build. She moves with a controlled sort of grace which bespeaks a high level of activity, and her eyes rarely fail to notice important things around her. But the nigh-perpetual smile on her face gives the impression that she's not judging so much as just taking it all in. Her hair is most often pulled back in a braid or a ponytail, favoring the practical over the dramatic every time. + |
| Braith Mazetti + | Clouds of black hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers. + |
| Braith Sanna + | Clouds of black hair fall in a torrentous fluff around Braith's heart-shaped face, hitting mid-back when she doesn't find a way to bind her hair. Her skin is dusky olive, but smattered with tiny dark freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face is a classic heart, her lips dark, her teeth white. She is a flash of energy and flashing smiles, quick and mobile and expressive, and this applies as much to her features as to her body language. Shapely in a wiry, slight way, Braith is a live wire with a warm, throaty voice, slim limbs and long fingers. + |
| Bran Ravenseye + | Tall and broad, Bran might not have the same spry quickness he had in his younger years, but his strength and heartiness certainly don't look diminished in the slightest, even if there are a few extra pounds that weren't there a decade ago. Long, straight hair frames a bearded face, starting to grow gray with age. He has laugh lines around eyes that seem to always be assessing those his gaze lands on, and scarred hands from years of a hard Northern life. His clothing tends to the rustic, betraying his Prodigal background quicker than any accent ever could. Furs, and hides, and sturdy northern twill make up his garments, chosen for warmth and robustness rather than ostentation. + |
| Branan Dominici + | While not an overly handsome man, Branan Dominici is not exactly unattractive, with angular and aquiline features. Anxious energy and a keen attention to detail contribute to a gaze that never seems to rest unless the man is writing. Pale blue eyes are often shrouded by a fall of unkempt blondish-white hair, which complete the perpetually disheveled look he embodies, no matter how finely dressed. Dark ink stains line fingernails chewed to the quick, slender hands likewise stained. Despite spending almost all his time indoors, his Lycene heritage shows in a dusky tone to his skin. + |
| Branimir Eswynd + | The first thing one can tell when they lay eyes on this hulk of a man is that he's lived. Shoulder length hair is snow white shot through with lines of black, skin is worn from long exposure to the sun. A black leather patch is worn over his left eye, the ends of a deep scar showing above and below it. The rest of him is marked with tattoos, brands and scars, a biography of flesh telling the tale of a life lived to its fullest. While age had taken some of his muscle from him, the Prodigal is still a formidable man who towers over others. + |
| Brannen Harthall + | The young man with sun-kissed skin is often seen wearing an alert, possibly even stern, expression on his face. His face is framed by a mane of crisp, light brown hair and facial hair ranging from scruff to a well-trimmed beard in the same color. Working as a Knight of Solace includes spending time on the training grounds, wearing armor, and patrolling the roads. As such, he seems to bear the weight of his steel armor well, yet he does not appear overly muscled. Within the city of Arx, his appearance usually seems well-groomed and taken care of. + |
| Branwen Stormfeather + | There is nothing particularly outstanding about Branwen, but that is the way she likes it. A squared jaw, long auburn hair that is typically swept up in a bun or a twist, and an athletic build. Her attempts to capitalize on that anonymity are dashed when she smiles though; it lights up her whole face. + |
| Brass Not anymore + | Existing in the sort of ageless limbo that could be late twenties or early thirties, this man is possessed of several fine and serviceable features rendered attractive and compelling by the personality that infuses them. His face is a touch long and narrow, and the harmoniously vertical flow of its planes towards his close-goateed chin is broken by expressive eyebrows and the wide slash of his bright grin or unamused frown. Rangy-tall, not overly muscular, he nonetheless moves with an unrestrained and lively energy. + |
| Braxas Songweaver + | Tall, almost seven feet in fact. Braxas is a lean figure, his body covered in subtle muscle tone. That pale skin is well cared for and the only real flaw to see is the scar, the one under his right eye that reaches down his cheek and up his temple. Grey eyes peer out from under arched black eyebrows the same shade of black as his long hair. That hair reaches his mid back but is cut into shorter layers in the front around his angular oval shaped face. He has a dark sort of beauty to him, the lower havlf of his face covered with a neatly trimmed and expertly groomed beard. + |
| Breccan Malere + | Skin is tan from the sun with a dusting of freckles patterned here and there across the finely sculpted lines of a handsome face - large thick lashed eyes house light blue irises that border on a ghostly grey given the light. Falling loosely just beneath the nape of neck is hair of a golden auburn shade that is either kept in a tail when long or cut short with a troublesome strand or two falling before sky warm gaze. Body is tapered and cut for one who is keen on survival, back and shoulders are muscled in such a way that would suggest deft skill with a bow and legs toned to indicate swift knowledge over difficult forest terrain. Hands were lightly calloused, as if periods of labor come and go but don't always stick. There are several scars upon his body, all hidden easily beneath clothing but the most prominent that might reveal itself along his forearm is a parallel mark that looks as if something was trying to be removed. + |
| Bree Harthall + | Relatively tall, this brown haired woman is of an obvious athletic frame though she still has retained some womanly curve. While she is not bulky by any means, she certainly has a good amount of muscle, toned and athletic throughout. Her skin is sun-kissed, goldened and tanned from many days under the beautiful light. A set of bright blue eyes rest at the center of her picturesque face. Young and pretty, she is generally seen with a radiant smile that really pronounces her beauty. Her gleaming smile may very well be deemed the most beautiful thing about her, and it is often on display. + |
| Breidaia Ferchyn + | Blonde hair cut on an angle sweeps around her shoulders, a mixture of bleached bone and softer traces of faded straw. She parts her hair offset, and her windblown strands are usually pulled back off her striking face with a scrap of sea-bleached cloth or some kind of leather thong. Individually her features might be overpowering: strong mouth, patrician nose, a chin tapering to a pert, firm point. The sum of them is fascinating, a collaboration that speaks to the inner spirit of the woman. She delivers fearless, direct looks through eyes almost too fair and light to really quantify blue in any sense, the traces ringing her irises a bold shore of darker colour. By no means is Breidaia short or weak, and her body is a testament to an active lifestyle, with timelessly defined musculature and toned limbs that radiate fitness. + |
| Brianna Halfshav + | When flattering bards sing of 'the wildfire of sunrise tresses,' they might mean Lady Brianna Halfshav. Popular southern songs singing of northern women tell how the cold north cannot contain the fire of their beauty, or the blaze of their vitality, and she fits the ideal of the songs perfectly. Her fierce blue eyes entrance, reflecting one's own soul in their intense mirth or fury. Her lush lips accentuate the rampant joy or dark fury that her lovely eyes hold. Her frame is the muse to many an artist, with soft curves and graceful lines. She takes the breath away entering a room, then fill it again with a sense of life and delight that no one can match. When one catches a glimpse of her alone, they may see the deep sadness she lets through where no one else can see. + |
| Briar Marjawn + | Most of his family are tall and dexterous and Briar is no different. Long of leg and limb with a lean strength in his young body. Long pale golden hair falls down his back and he has a darker golden goatee that is often rather rough and overgrown. Broad shoulders are strong from a youth spent hauling wood and other hefty chores. He has a rugged handsome look, but is still growing fully into his tall body. + |
| Bridget Pravus + | Bridget is pleasant on the eyes, but she also isn't the definition of beauty. She has a nice enough smile, but one would objectively say she is bit too tall and lanky, her eyes are a bit more gray than blue, her nose a bit too large while her breasts aren't large enough, and her straw colored hair is a bit too thin and becomes frizzy far too easily. She has fair, pale skin, and soft, uncalloused hands that distinctly indicates her noble upbringing. + |
| Brier Crovane + | This woman is born of the strong stock of the North's blood, towering over most women and some menfolk by standing a few inches more than six feet tall. Her build is strong and thick, but still maintains some femininity to it. Her skin is pale and there is a scattering of scarring on her. The most notably being one by her left shoulder, and several aged cuts and burn marks of varying shapes and sizes covering her arms and hands. On her hands, there are also a number of calluses that are the aftermath of a life of hard work and dedication. Her face is round and while her eyes have a weary look to them, time has still been kind to her and keep her features gentle. Her eyes are a shade of blue that invokes thoughts of the ice and cold, and her blonde hair is bright like the sun, especially when it catches the light. It could easily reach past her shoulders and down her back. Bronze ringlets contain very loose braids and bunches of her hair that are meant to help keep it restrained and out of her face. + |
| Brigid Inverno + | It was hard to miss the tall, lean figure of Lady Moore as she was a striking vision in knee high boots and clothing littered in horse or hound hair. Statuesque, the comely curvature of form was hard worked and the muscle evident throughout was a testament to lack of idleness. Skin that perhaps should have been touched by the sun given her times out of doors was a luminous ivory, hands were met with various callouses as long graceful fingers often held knicks or scars. The color atop head was a river rock sable, where light striking through highlighted soft copper tones. Being a woman of few words, most could perhaps recall the tempestuous blue of eyes holding a serenity in the swirling stormy mixture, thickly lashed to conceal many a thing that had not the right to settle on her tongue. A handsome face, liquid lines of good breeding and with a lush mouth given to the rare winsome smile complete the physical aesthetics of the Horsewoman. + |
| Brigid Moore + | It was hard to miss the tall, lean figure of Lady Moore as she was a striking vision in knee high boots and clothing littered in horse or hound hair. Statuesque, the comely curvature of form was hard worked and the muscle evident throughout was a testament to lack of idleness. Skin that perhaps should have been touched by the sun given her times out of doors was a luminous ivory, hands were met with various callouses as long graceful fingers often held knicks or scars. The color atop head was a river rock sable, where light striking through highlighted soft copper tones. Being a woman of few words, most could perhaps recall the tempestuous blue of eyes holding a serenity in the swirling stormy mixture, thickly lashed to conceal many a thing that had not the right to settle on her tongue. A handsome face, liquid lines of good breeding and with a lush mouth given to the rare winsome smile complete the physical aesthetics of the Horsewoman. + |
| Brigida Fidante + | It's hard to tell where the blonde in Brigida's hair ends and the white begins. She keeps it short, a round, shapely cut that fluffs little around her head like the aureole of a silvery dandelion when she does not comb it back. Her eyes are a deep green, leafy, that sometimes shows a tiny gold fleck, like sunlight dappling through the forest. What was once a rubenesque youth and beauty is now a soft rounding of age, etched with minimal lines but cast in deep grooves that highlight the strength of her cheekbones. Her nose is slightly broad, slightly flattened. Her eyebrows are a darker blond arch over her vivid eyes. She might have once been taller, but now stands rounded and small and with immense gravitas, sometimes carrying a stick. + |
| Briseis Morgan + | All small things cast great shadows, and the sabre-like rigidity steeled into Briseis Morgan's posture demands the point. Petite, slight, and slender, at first glance she is disarmingly tiny, but a deeper truth betrays her in slips and glimpses: the burdened frame of her shoulders, the age alleying her young features, and the immovable set of her jaw. Dark, wavy hair crowns her head, bound in some elaborate plait, and her symmetrical face is dominated by dark, pool-like eyes -- as if the rest of her features had gathered there to drink. Her austere, immaculate appearance slouches into the entropy of her temperament -- for she is an irrepressible young woman, with fierce looks and flying hands, her hair tousled from too much touching, her sleeve hems loosened by constant adjusting. Fix, fix, fix. She is here to fix something, something big. + |
| Brogan Nightgold + | Brogan the Brawler is, for lack of a better word, big. Broad shoulders, massive biceps, big and bearlike from the bulk of his chest and back to the sturdy trunks of his legs, he looks like the kind of man who drinks from a keg and then smashes the keg over his head. His eyes are pale beneath bushy red brows, often lit by joy, drink, or a kind of affable, fighting rage. He wears his hair long, a flowing mane of deep, burnished auburn streaked with bronzey light. His features are a little fine and clean for the rest of his frame: a fine straight nose, softly bowed lips, only one chipped tooth. His beard is a luxuriant affair of silky auburn red, full and plush and sometimes braided when he feels especially dressy. + |
| Bron Aisling + | A tall Northerner who's genetics have been slightly watered down over time, he has a crop of sandy brown hair on his head which nicely complements his hazel eyes. Tanned skin suggests a life outdoors as do the rather tightly bunched muscles on his broad-shouldered frame. Chiseled cheek bones and a wide jaw give him an impressive smile which he uses often. + |
| Bruce Valardin + | Standing a head above most other men, big and thewy, this man's stout frame speaks of a hard, tumultuous life. His rounded skull has been shorn close, dusted by a cropping of light-brown hair. Thick, short, darker hairs crest the ridge of his brow; a pair of long jagged scars cut vertically through his left brow, pale with the passage of time, but still marring his flesh forever. Below, his eyes are olive green orbs, a dark green with tinges of yellow spiralling throughout. Rugged and squared, a defined jawline and flat, dimpled chin mark the boundaries of his craggy visage. His nose is a bit small for his face, straight bridged and upturned, set above pale, fleshy lips. His skin, though naturally light and fair, has for the most part been tanned evenly by the sun during his many days in the field. He sports the sort of frame you'd expect from a farmhand, thick limbs and hard muscle hewn by years of extensive training and conditioning. A bullish neck, bluish veins visible, expands into the broad of his shoulders and the sheer width of his chest and solid torso. Powerful arms lead into a pair of meaty and calloused hands which are littered by countless pale scars and dents. Dense thighs and athletic calves taper down into his feet, supporting the man's sheer bulk. + |
| Bryndis Nightgold + | Regal, everything styled and carefully cultivated to perfection or wild and experimental. Long pale hair is well taken care of, and the style it is worn in changes from day to day, sometimes from one part of the day to another as the whim takes her. While her features are classically attractive they are often schooled into a thoughtful expression, full mouth not prone to easy smiles, and instead inclined more towards a thoughtful frown. Pale blue eyes are inquisitive, always seeming to pay attention to what is going on around her, and a true window to her moods, something that she's never seem to be able to control. + |
| Brynja Blackwood + | Brynja is a tall, solidly built woman who walks with predatory grace. The shape of her face is triangular, angular cheekbones tapering down to a small pointed chin. A pair of cool, tilted blue eyes study her surroundings intensely underneath her dark arched brows. Her golden blonde hair is held back in tight braids running over her scalp, with her tresses falling down to the small of her back. Though clearly feminine, their are only slight curves amongst the sinew and muscles comprising her body, giving her an androgynous appearance underneath the layers of her armor. Numerous small scars mar the rust red tribal tattoos which dance down her arms and legs, but her young visage has remained unscathed from the brutality of battle and untouched by the ravages of time. + |
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| Cabrera Godsworn + | Both long and lithe, Cabrera is a man of wiry, ropy muscle, a live wire of energy that finds stillness only rarely. It's hard to say what his features would look like in stillness, except maybe when he's asleep; in sleep, boyish innocence softens the lean angles and hard edges of his face, lashes thick and dark against the deep sepia tone of his skin. Awake, he is lively and animated, his black eyes bright beneath the high sweep of thick, dark eyebrows, beneath the cropped curls that crown his head. His smile is wide, his lips full, his teeth brilliant against the dark backdrop of his skin. His muscles are those of a runner, a leaper, a swimmer, a dancer, a man who fights by wit and speed as much as strength. He has long fingers and even when otherwise still, his hands are moving. + |
| Cade none + | A young man having strong masculine features, with above average height and a muscular build. Cade's appearance is somewhat of a direct contrast to his personality, except for his blue eyes, which is often described to be as cold as he is. He has long raven black hair that reaches his shoulders and is usually tied by a leather thong. + |
| Cadenza Fidante + | Clad in nothing but her streaming hair, Cadenza's lean, muscular body would be a story blended of scars and sensuality, but few are so fortunate as to know that. Her sartorial tastes are deeply practical, muting the fullness of her not insignificant curves and permitting her as much freedom to move as possible. Her hair is black as midnight, and though, loose, it falls in a cascading cloud to her shoulder-blades, it is usually braided and bound. Her features are fine, delicate, with high, thinly dark eyebrows, and high, narrowly angled cheekbones. Her eyes are a brilliant, intense blue, large and framed by a dense thickness of eyelashes. Her skin is dusky gold, her lips dusky rose and full and soft beneath her fine straight nose. + |
| Cadenza Velenosa + | Clad in nothing but her streaming hair, Cadenza's lean, muscular body would be a story blended of scars and sensuality, but few are so fortunate as to know that. Her sartorial tastes are deeply practical, muting the fullness of her not insignificant curves and permitting her as much freedom to move as possible. Her hair is black as midnight, and though, loose, it falls in a cascading cloud to her shoulder-blades, it is usually braided and bound. Her features are fine, delicate, with high, thinly dark eyebrows, and high, narrowly angled cheekbones. Her eyes are a brilliant, intense blue, large and framed by a dense thickness of eyelashes. Her skin is dusky gold, her lips dusky rose and full and soft beneath her fine straight nose. + |
| Cadern Blackwood + | Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk. + |
| Cadern Ravenseye + | Long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow, angular hips, Cadern has a rake’s build to go with his rakish grin. Time outdoors has bronzed his complexion, his skin smooth and youthful and taut over sturdy muscle. Dark waves of well-kept hair brush the points of his strong jaw and the lobes of his ears. Sometimes he can look a little scruffy, but it’s a stylish scruffy that suggests a certain amount of careful manicuring of that facial hair to be just unruly enough to look the playful rogue rather than looking like a hungover drunk. {w({nA particularly flowery hat today.{w){n + |
| Caelis Malvici + | Standing at five feet and six inches tall, there are certainly shorter women than Caelis. With raven black hair that drinks in the light and dark blue eyes, she's a lovely sight. Unlike her cousins her skin is a tanned honey hue from her time under the sun at sea. Lithe muscle give her the ability to move with poise sword in hand or in a ballroom. She has classic features, arched brows, full lips, heavy lashes and a nose that sports a small bump from a break at some point in her training. She wears a chemise with a toughened leather corset stamped in red birds. While she might where skirts or dresses at home, at sea or working, she prefers sturdy trousers that hug her legs and soft soled boots covering her knees. + |
| Caelis Valardin + | Standing at five feet and six inches tall, there are certainly shorter women than Caelis. With raven black hair that drinks in the light and dark blue eyes, she's a lovely sight. Unlike her cousins her skin is a tanned honey hue from her time under the sun at sea. Lithe muscle give her the ability to move with poise sword in hand or in a ballroom. She has classic features, arched brows, full lips, heavy lashes and a nose that sports a small bump from a break at some point in her training. She wears a chemise with a toughened leather corset stamped in red birds. While she might where skirts or dresses at home, at sea or working, she prefers sturdy trousers that hug her legs and soft soled boots covering her knees. + |
| Caera Tortorici + | A mocha dark complection is framed by loose curls of dark brown hair with streaks of black fall down to her shoulders, curling up at the very end. An oval face with soft yet angled lines has a chin that curves forward just so. While her dark brown eyes are alert, they are darkened as if by make up or not having slept well. She smiles with a coy smirk that dances on the end of her lip on the left side. Standing 4'8", her athletic form and modest curves are unaccented by her clothing, usually left loose. When she moves, it is with a smooth deliberate action that seems preplanned. She wears a long canvas and cotton coat that hangs to her knees at the back, cut to her waist in the front. A green vest is buttoned over a loose cotton blouse with sleaves that have a touch of lace, albeit, a bit worn and bare. Her dress is more pantaloons that are loose on the legs but give her mobility, yet blend fairly well in noble company. The shoes are of less well made leather, but stained and oiled a dark brown to look better than they are. + |
| Caerdroc Woodbine + | Young-looking for his age except for the shades of lines around his eyes, Caerdroc's features have an androgyne cast: a softness to the lines of his jaw, a fullness to his lips, that make it take a second glance to be assured of his masculinity, particularly because he wears his long hair, most often, in braids. Yet the corded strength of his frame, his rangy height and the sturdy strength of his arms suggest startling feats of strength. His eyes are deep, a murky green-hazel that suggest the shadows of the forest he loves, offsetting the dark warmth of his smooth skin. + |
| Cahal Blackram + | Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face. {w({nLately his hair has grown long enough to be swept back into a stubby ponytail and he boasts a full, but close-trimmed, beard.{w){n + |
| Cahal Lyonesse + | Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face. + |
| Cai Falken + | Tall and lean, Cai posses the marks of a man who has spent a lifetime outdoors. From the weathered skin, to the scars on his face to the grey-silver mane of hair that's usually kept tied back and the beard that tends to be more trimmed and short than unruly and wild. Eyes are the color of amber jewels, almost yellow in some lights to dark gold in others. His usual bearing is one that suggests a bit like someone who constantly looks like he's annoyed, even if he's the exact opposite. His steps carry the air of a man confident in his own abilities, but doesn't shout them outloud for all to see. + |
| Cailean Grimes + | Cailean is just a bit over six feet tall. His skin is a clear, smooth brown. His hair is jet black and long, just below shoulder length and thick. His eyes shine a golden brown. He has a carefully groomed goatee that complements his pointed features. + |
| Cain Crown + | There's a roguish charm found in Cain's enigmatic amber eyes that perfectly matches the beguiling smiles that he often graces others with. His hair is dark brown, with a touch of wildness as it flows down to his shoulders. A masculine straight nose ends above a stubble of a mustache, with his pointed chin also peppered with facial hair. Gifted with an athletic build, he doesn't seem overly strong, but remains fairly toned. When he moves, it's with a casual deftness, and the confidence one would he expect of a man that acts like he knows all that will happen next. + |
| Caith Thrax + | Caith has a wind-whipped style, an elegance, and a softness to her motion, the poise of someone who is always on the edge of dancing. She wears her fine champagne-blonde hair loose in stylistically tousled waves to her shoulders, and tends to have at least one article of clothing that she can whirl about, be it skirts or a filmy scarf. Her nails are perfectly manicured, frequently carefully painted, maybe to distract attention from the signs of calluses about her fingertips. Her eyes are large and deep green, with a bright luster, and she can pull off just a killer wink. Her hand with makeup is subtle and elegant but for her habit of reaching for lip color just one shade too dark for her fair skin and soft gold hair. She is slight and slim, with fine bone structure and high, aristocratic cheekbones in her slightly narrow, angular face. + |
| Caius Valardin + | He is a tall man, lean with broad shoulders and a rangy build, a body made of heavy bone and ropy tendon rather than an abundance of flesh. His hair is thick and dark and at some time his nose has been broken. Deeply set hazel eyes are shadowed by brows that are often drawn together thoughtfully over his broken beak of a nose. His features are marked with a myriad collection of small scars, most easily glimpsed on the battered knuckles of both hands, creases here and there of flat scars that ache in damp weather, especially dense across his shoulders and right side. His scars and a sprinkling of grey in his close-cropped hair and beard mark a more weathered passing of years. + |
| Calandra Culler + | Her presence is an invigorating one: all richly colored skin and hair, smooth feline grace, and a voice that dives from songbird trills of laughter to depths of shadow and smoke. Her eyes are a deep, soft black -- warm, like obsidian left to soak up the sun on a summer afternoon. Her face is sculpted of long, graceful lines and sharp angles; a strength in her features that is framed by loose, inky curls. Her hands are remarkable, fine-boned and long fingered. She gestures with such easy elegance one can only assume she spent ages at practice, to appear so effortless. + |
| Calarian Grayson + | Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive. + |
| Calarian Wyrmguard + | Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive. + |
| Calathane Drumenach + | Broad shoulders and a ruggedly-muscled body, the life of a hunter, warrior noble works exceedingly well to have added to the rich protein diet of the Northmen. Blue eyes with a speckle of green hint at more than the stoic face that smiles so easily, within there is a intellect that gleams from the shadows of a deep, guarded glen. A brad nose and lips hidden by a naturally shaped, trimmed down beard moving down to a longer bead that hangs from the chin. It is the same light brown as his hair that flows in twirling braided conformity, even when beads aren't present to keep it wound up tight. + |
| Calaudrin Estardes + | There is a reedy quality to Calaudrin's height. He is swarthy, lean and a little unfinished-looking. He tends towards five o'clock shadow by two'clock in the afternoon and there's a thready gleam of silver that tousles readily in his short dark wavy hair. Weathered and brown with heavy, skeptical eyebrows, his eyes are clear and sharp and black, gleaming with a keen and unshakable intelligence. His lips are thin, his nose a hawkish hook. The bones of his face are sharp, softened sometimes by the darkness of a beard he only sometimes remembers to shave off. + |
| Calevaro Stars + | This man's most recognizable feature is his hair: It is of a fiery red collor, falling down all the way to the midle of his back, appearing to be soft and silky. His body is toned, autough not overly muscular, the result of years of training and hard work. His features can be considered attractive to some people: Soft, intensse green eyes peer at the world, along with an angular, almost cimetrical, face. He moves confidently when in a crowd and, while in converssation, his eyes always look at the person to won he speaks. + |
| Caliban Assacu + | Caliban is not without muscle, but the overall impression of him is slender, somewhat ill fitted to the confidence he carries himself with, as if he were unaware of the existence of larger, stronger, more dangerous people. His facial features are also a bit of a contradiction. They can best be described as 'soft angles', their appearance almost delicate, yet his skin is rough and slightly weathered, with a smattering of dark stubble along the jaw and chin that he doesn't seem particularly interested in bothering about. His eyes are a sort of muddy hazel, mostly brown shot through with edges of green that are only truly noticeable in warm lighting. Two slightly raised scars, one per cheek, trace from cheekbone to ear, so thin and straight that it's a bit of a mystery whether or not they were inflicted intentionally or as some twist of chance in the heat of combat. A determined individual might settle on "about thirty" when trying to guess at his age, but he has one of those faces that seem merely caught at "not old". + |
| Calista Fidante + | Effortlessly, Calista exudes an aura of sultry trouble, a wicked glimmer in her dark eyes, an unconscious swagger in her step. Always dressed and groomed impeccably, there is always a sense of chaos around the young noblewoman. Beautiful, beyond a doubt, her dark hair falls in a tumble of thick lush waves about her slender face, accenting the Tehom-may-care grin ever present on her lush lips. The curves of her figure remain one of the great wonders of Arx, which she flaunts or covers based on her own whims. Her laugh is quick and musical, but never cruel, and the sparkle in her eye may hold infinite mischief, but never true wickedness. + |
| Calithex Thex + | One could not call Calithex handsome. He is striking, utterly: tall and sleek and carved. Chiseled, each angle and line of bone beneath skin is graceful and bold -- but though he does not look the least bit feminine, the only word for him is beautiful. His mismatched eyes are full of death and darkness, and incomprehensible amusement, respectively. One is a vivid icy blue, the other a deep, dark green. His hair is silver, often kept neat and on the shorter side, slicked back to show sharp-tipped ears. Sometimes, it is painted in colors. Sometimes, he ignores it for centuries. For all this, the life in his face lives mostly in his wide, thin-lipped mouth. The angle of each curve of that mouth could be used to calculate the lifespan of entire cultures. + |
| Calla Vaevici + | A saffron waterfall of sun-glazed locks spill in luminous, fiery hues past Calla Vaevici's shoulders, the palette of crimson hues extremely rare among the scions of House Vaevici and the Countess' pride and joy. Expressive amber eyes reprise some of the colors from her hair but glint with mischief of a woman who always has something to say, even if she might not share. Calla's fair skin is unmarked by the sun, the rose in her cheeks reflecting the pattern of her summer palette. Her pale, pink mouth rests in a natural pout, but rouses easily to the full spectrum of smiles. Willowy in build, she lacks any sign of a laborious life other than the minimal amount of muscle tone that comes with daily morning exercise, the contours of her figure the very character of elegance. + |
| Calliope Grimhall + | Calliope is of average height, and small build. Long brown hair, with auburn hues, surrounds her delicate features. Eyes of dark green peer out of her pale face, most often hidden by strands of hair falling in front of her visage. She's dressed in current fashions, but never seems to be a trend setter, simply current. + |
| Calyana Vinekeep + | A statuesque beauty who seems to be in a perpetually sorrowful state. She has silky blonde hair which exposes delicately pointed ears when drawn back. She has transfixing green eyes that remind one of a forest in summertime. Her features would be perfect if they weren't so often downcast with only the rarest sign of humour. + |
| Calypso Malvici + | One could be forgiven for seeing an angel in Calypso's graceful curves and fine-boned aristocratic features, but the intensity in her round rime-blue eyes is a reminder that angels are also terrible. Her full lips and oval face cannot mask the intelligence and calculation in her gaze. Her smiles range from generous to cruel, but quiet confidence animates every expression. She often keeps her blue-black hair away from her face and out of her way. Her toned form, with its rounded silhouette, is capable of filling out the fashions of the Lyceum or bearing the weight of battle armor, as the situation demands. Her melodic mezzo-soprano voice is usually brisk and businesslike. Above all else, she embodies professionalism, for she is an officer and a lady - in that order. + |
| Cambria Mazetti + | Possessing a delicate countenance, Cambria nevertheless has been described as having a particular look. One that says, 'If can master this, I can master anything this world might bring.' Blue eyes, cold and bright, with a kind of knowing deep inside them. Part of what makes her beautiful is her carriage, for she stands straight as a spear and overflows with confidence. Where others might demur, Cambria offers grins that can trap men like animals. There have been many women just as lovely, and easily thousands who were worthier, but since the world was weaned, it's doubtless there have been many quite so unforgettable as she. + |
| Camilla Pravus + | Camilla is eerie sensuality, a simple glance to her gait and eyes warning a passerby the Suspire is not one they should want by their side or on their bed. And yet, the dark beauty of Setarco is hard to resist, clad in a mien of shadow and mystery. Camilla is feral swagger and sinister allure that is enhanced by gifted looks and artful use of words. More than a tryst, the courtier is the promise of something unforgettable. Physically, Camilla is notable for her pale, dotted skin and ever shifting mass of obsidian-colored hairs. Her eyes, pools of deep onyx, invite a brave one to gaze upon her soulful self, drawing attention away from her perfectly sculpted, chiseled angular features. Where most would coast on their heritage's blessing to seduce, Camilla intoxicates with airs and moves, sways and subtle quirks of brow and the corners of thick lips. Camilla's body is a dangerous hybrid of lean muscle and dramatic curves, serpentine grace gifted to her by the blood of Sins making the courtier's sensual flesh a lethal weapon in the hands of a deadly duelist. + |
| Canaan Savantis + | Crowned by hair of a moderate-to-light blond color, this undeniably male figure stands somewhere around average height. Something around six feet if one had to make a guess. His posture is not particularly great, either. The hair atop is head hangs down to about the placement of an angular jaw, and is sometimes tucked behind his ears. His blue eyes are somewhat beady and subtle cracks of age show faintly around them. His left cheek sports two thin diagonal scars. A somewhat hooked nose is prominent on his face, seemingly to have once been broken, set over thin lips and a rather stout chin make up his features. His weathered skin does a good job of making him as someone near or over 'the hill' of age and the usual stubble upon his face does nothing to assist. His hands sport light callouses and a few scars, prone to tucking themselves into pockets when available. + |
| Candace Corvo + | Candace is a woman of mature years set upon the path of aging gracefully, but the athletic young woman she was is still there if you know where to look. Her golden tresses have faded to ash blonde locks that she keeps chopped to shoulder length. Intense green eyes have become seawater jade, though they are no less discerning than they were way back when. Decades of adventuring have left her erect of posture, with the strong limbs and spare frame that are the hallmarks of such a life. Where others her age may have become elegant and refined, Candace is handsome and fit. Eminently practical, she always dresses for the task that needs doing, not to be seen doing it. + |
| Candido Orata + | Candido is on the taller side for a man, with a naturally angular, long-limbed build that martial training has beaten away from awkwardness and given definition and grace. He's closer to thirty than twenty, though there's a boyishness to his features and lightness to his brown eyes that can make him seem younger. His brown skin is tanned dark still from a good deal of time outdoors, and he has dark hair given to fly-aways and stray curls whenever it gets longer than strict military tidiness. His face is open and expression, with high cheekbones, a prominent nose that's clearly been broken a time or two, and a short, dark beard that he plainly takes care to trim regularly. When he speaks, his accent marks him plainly as a son of the Lyceum, with a drawl specific the commons in Lenosia for those who know such things. + |
| Cantus Crown + | Tall and broad, with bright green eyes and short blonde hair, Cantus a sense of barely-contained energy, like a rope pulled taut. He has the wiry build of someone who does a lot of physical labor, and the smattering of small scars across his face and arms lend further weight to that image. Quick to both smile and frown, though rarely do either touch his eyes. + |
| Capri De Lire + | Brown haired and green-eyed, standing at a bit over six feet in height, this man could probably best be described as rakish. He has a square jaw and his nose has been broken twice, and there is a small scar from some fight beneath his left eye. His mouth is almost permanently resting in a confident grin. He has broad shoulders and a swordsman's build, with calloused hands and an ambling gait. + |
| Caprice Artiglio + | She has about her a warmth of color -- in her firelit copper hair, in her richly complected skin. She has high cheekbones, delicate, slightly gaunt cheekbones, and above them big, bright green eyes. Those brilliant eyes are distant, her smiles elusive, beautiful. For all her loveliness, she is built like a bird: elegant in her own way, but entirely too thin. Because of her weight, perhaps, she moves lightly, each step graceful and airy, effortlessly so. + |
| Cara Ashford + | A mediocre poet once compared this woman to a pearl, a far more apt description than his talent might suggest. While her skin, at least, is reminiscent of the gem in question, her features are too angular and coloring too dark to lay claim to the similarity, save in one respect: she is the product of a youth in near constant irritation, composed and lovely despite originating inside the familial-equivalent of a mollusc. Her smile is serene and offered rarely; her brows are straight as arrows and prone to lowering in concern more readily than frustration. She moves gracefully and deliberately, rarely startling, and has a habit of tangling her long pale fingers together when she's thinking deeply or fighting strong emotion. + |
| Cara Grayson + | A mediocre poet once compared this woman to a pearl, a far more apt description than his talent might suggest. While her skin, at least, is reminiscent of the gem in question, her features are too angular and coloring too dark to lay claim to the similarity, save in one respect: she is the product of a youth in near constant irritation, composed and lovely despite originating inside the familial-equivalent of a mollusc. Her smile is serene and offered rarely; her brows are straight as arrows and prone to lowering in concern more readily than frustration. She moves gracefully and deliberately, rarely startling, and has a habit of tangling her long pale fingers together when she's thinking deeply or fighting strong emotion. + |
| Caras Wyrmguard + | A large man, darkly handsome and with a confident and regal bearing. Well over six feet tall, he is a physically imposing figure. Most notable after his build and presence are a pair of scars on the left side of his face. One begins at his brow and mars the tanned skin of his forehead, proceeds over his eye and is lost in the scruff of his five o'clock shadow. The other bisects the left half of his mouth and curves down over his strong chin. His hair is dark and straight, flowing down just past his ears. Eyes are gray and often kind. When neutral, his face seems almost haughty but when lit up with a smile or during conversation, it is easy to see that he is a man of compassion and fellowship. + |
| Carilova Nowak + | There was no shortage of peers and commoners that exhibited equal parts regal charm and everyday good-nature. Carilova was no exception, but there was a natural easiness to the way she blended and dressed for occasions. Whether it was somewhere in the lowers where clothes would be less flashy or somewhere in the wards of the great houses with dresses and gowns of the priciest fabrics, she was also dressed to leave an impression. She was blessed with a long and slender frame with curves in the right places, sleek lines in others. + |
| Carissa Malespero + | Lush, loose red curls fall partway down this fair maiden's back when her hair is loose. A smattering of freckles keep her looking young, although her dark brown eyes hold a solemnity that someone her age shouldn't have to bear. She's seen much. She usually has her hair pinned into a neat bun, with a few wisps of hair escaping despite her best efforts. She moves with a careless grace, unable to help herself as she walks with her head down, humbled by life, and grateful for the pieces she's picked up. + |
| Carita Darkwater + | Graceful and statuesque, Carita is a dream of snow and ice, neatly hewn as though she was created by a sculptor or jeweler. A figure of subtle curves that are built of moon bones and milky flesh in a way that may make one take pause, in a way that may make the breath catch in one's throat. Long, white-gold hair falls in soft waves down her back - not pale enough to be called platinum - with the faintest hint of lingering color. It's an ideal frame for her features, delicate and refined, that seem little more than afterthoughts with her mouth touched fragile petal pink. Her eyes are the deepest crystalline blue, like the coldest seas, contrasted only by the warmth of her smiles and the fire of her temper. + |
| Carmen Harol + | This woman stands over six feet tall with vibrant green eyes and pale coppery blond hair. It is most often pulled back into a single braid and coiled on the back of her head. Strong features make her striking rather than pretty with sharp cheekbones and a rounded chin. Tall and muscular she looks like she is fully capable of picking up a soldier in full armor. + |
| Carrick Squallborn + | Carrick is a taller man with medium length auburn hair that reaches to his shoulders. His hair is slightly wavy curling up near the ends. On the side of his head he tends to have a braid or two just to keep his hair from his eyes. He has a thick beard that is kept short and trim. While his moustache is kept much shorter than what is normally seen. In his left ear is a gold ring that barely circles his ear lobe the only piece of jewelry that can be seen on the man. His eyes are a blue green that have warmth to them. His skin is tanned due to all of the time he was out of sea. He has a powerful build due to all of his training and sailor days. The clothes that he favors tend to not show this instead just being worn due to how comfortable they are. + |
| Casiar Cross + | Casiar is a moderately tall pale-skinned human male. He stands roughly five feet and nine inches in height. His shoulder-length deep red hair is wel kept. his eyebrows are thin and gently arched, over clear, intense soft green eyes. His nose is on the smaller side, but does show signs of having been broken a couple of times, giving it a gentle hump in its slope. His lips are full and form an understated cupid's bow. His shoulders are not particularly broad, but neither are they skeletal-thin. His arms are average for his height, other than the concentric circular tattoos running down from both of his shoulders and forming what appears to be a well inked fractile pattern on the back of each hand. Though his hands are smaller than average, and would be considered girlish, they are well kept and clean, his fingernails perfectly manacured. On his left hip, there is a fairly large scar that is roughly the width of two fingers. The scar begins in the center of his lower back, and curvs around his entire hip. It is clear that what height he has comes from the length of his legs. + |
| Casimir Acheron + | Dark hair falls just past the nape of Casimir's neck in a tousled sweep; just a little too long, just a little unkempt, it's the kind of hair that perpetually needed a haircut a few weeks ago. His skin is winter pale beneath the scruff of a short and neatly trimmed beard that frames a thoughtful mouth. His eyes are bright beneath the dark lines of his brows. His irises are a cool gray flecked with the palest gold. He is lean, and not over-broad through the shoulders, though with a trim build that suggests he lifts a lot of heavy books. His hands carry an elegant strength, dextrous and clever, as well as ink stains on his first two fingers. + |
| Caspian Artiglio + | Clean, young athleticism defines Caspian: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth dusky warmth of his skin, his broad, imposing frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if you could get him to hold still for five minutes. He is dynamic and rarely still, driving motion through life at high speed. His wavy black hair is worn thick and long, his sloe-dark eyes often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Caspian Ru'Taul + | Clean, youthful athleticism defines this man: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth, dusky warmth of his skin, his broad frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if he would hold still for five minutes. Despite his bulk, he is light on his feet, movements imbued with the elan and dynamism of a lifelong dualist. Bound by an ebon leather cord, his thick, jet-black hair brushes his shoulders in a low ponytail, with several strands braided from front to back along the closely shaven sides of his head. A few unkempt bangs escape to frame his face, while stubble shadows his mouth and jawline. His sloe-dark eyes are often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Caspian Wild + | Clean, young athleticism defines Caspian: corded muscle thick and sculpted beneath the smooth dusky warmth of his skin, his broad, imposing frame might be a work of art to call to mind the sculptor's craft at statuary if you could get him to hold still for five minutes. He is dynamic and rarely still, driving motion through life at high speed. His wavy black hair is worn thick and long, his sloe-dark eyes often lit with an inner brilliance beneath the leaping arch of his active black eyebrows. His teeth flash white in ready grins, grinning challenge or fey humor in a fight as readily as he might grin delight and mirth at a festival. + |
| Cassandra Laurent + | Tall and lean with corded muscle, Cassandra cuts a stark figure, composed and controlled. She carries herself like a weapon, with pride and strength in every stride. The bone structure of her face is both hard and elegant, with a fierce strength to her jaw beneath the planes and angles of her face. Her cheeks and the bridge of her nose reflect a fine dusting of tiny freckles. The slash of a scar is written across her cheek and jaw, further emphasizing the angles of her face. She keeps her dark hair clipped short, the roundish shape of its cut tapering to a feathering over her ears and at the nape of her neck. + |
| Cassia Mercier + | Slightly above average height for a woman she stands with a slender built that causes her to look a touch willowy. Long blonde hair is sun-bleached to the color of a golden wheat field. Her eyes are such a light blue they almost appear to be made of glass. Her mouth is wide and her mouth lush, but it is usually pressed into a thoughtful moue or curved into an annoyed frown. + |
| Cassian Crovane + | Cassian is the sort of man always seen with a knowing smirk, mirth dancing in his cool blue eyes. His coppery red hair sparkles in the sunlight and makes him easy to pick out on deck of his ship, especially with his long red beard. His clothes are simple and practical, but well made and durable, showing a use of money for more than just showing off. + |
| Cassim Sanna + | A younger man, of light brown skin tones and grey-blue eyes that seem to hold a certain distance to them, as if he's constantly looking out to a greater more bigger picture on the horizon. His hair is kept long, braided in places with tiny bits of bone, beads, and other such accutruments. He has a beard of shorter, but similar style. One particular trait of his is he's wildly shorter then most Sanna men at a little over five and a half feet tall but built like a rock. Along one side of his face, is an intricate web-like pattern that comes down his temple and just across his eyebrow. + |
| Cassima Thrax + | Whether her cloud of dark curls falls long and loose in a tumble to the midst of her back or is carefully confined into twists and braids, is remains her most dramatic feature: knotty, full-bodied, silky black, it is a riot of curls, an untamed monstrosity of curls, or a delight of curls, depending on how much effort Cassima has been wiling to undergo in what feels like an endless war with her sometimes glorious hair. Her skin is a warm, light brown, smooth and without visible blemish. Her frame is slight, cleanly angled and youthful, her curves modest. Her lips are full, almost too full for her face, beneath the soft snub of her nose. Her eyes are a deep green, dark and framed by an intense profusion of black eyelashes. Her eyebrows are thick and dark, but nicely shaped, lending expressiveness to eyes that already express much. + |
| Cassimir Inverno + | On the whole, Cassimir is in complete possession of himself. His posture is strict, his attire is comprised of the finest fabrics and fashioned to the current trends, and each wavy hair upon his head has been tamed and shaped to sculpture-like perfection. He is relatively tall, broad of shoulder, and lean in frame. Irises are soft jade in hue, though others might not necessarily recall it. His eyes are ever trained upon the ground he moves, thinks, and sometimes when he speaks. + |
| Cassiopeia Leporidae + | Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips. + |
| Cassiopeia Proscipi + | Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips. + |
| Cassiopeia Vaevici + | Many wise women say that a beautiful woman feels beautiful within, from the love she gives to her ideas and the creative ways in which she expresses her soul to those who love her and those who need love most. Cassiopeia is classically Proscipi in apperance with high cheekbones, angular, symetrical features, smooth golden tinted skin and bright azure colored eyes. She lacks the auburn that her cousins have and favors her father in coloring. On the island she would be considered average height for a woman but in the city of Arx she is easily one of the tallest women around but her lisson figure makes her seem delicate. She does not often wear makeup but when she does she tends towards a darker palette with rich cardinal shades of red for her heart shaped lips. + |
| Cassius Nightgold + | Cassius tends toward the lighter side of typical Northern coloring, with red-touched blonde hair and ice-blue eyes so frost pale they're almost gray. His jawline is classically squared, but he's less handsome than the sum of his features. Broad of shoulder and quite tall as well, Cassius is built for violence, despite what he would have people think. There's something simply off with the intense focus of his gaze, the tightness of his jaw, the rigidity of his posture, as if he's constantly on the edge of losing his temper. + |
| Cassius Pravus + | Cassius tends toward the lighter side of typical Northern coloring, with red-touched blonde hair and ice-blue eyes so frost pale they're almost gray. His jawline is classically squared, but he's less handsome than the sum of his features. Broad of shoulder and quite tall as well, Cassius is built for violence, despite what he would have people think. There's something simply off with the intense focus of his gaze, the tightness of his jaw, the rigidity of his posture, as if he's constantly on the edge of losing his temper. + |
| Castiel Thrax + | This man seems to be in his early twenties at most, long haired and bronze skinned. His eyes are a pale grey, inquisitive and often engaged in long stares at whatever occupies his attention, not quite frowning yet rarely openly emotional. His features are classically handsome, with a well shaped face with its fine bone structure and ears partially concealed under the strands of ebony hair that contrasts with his pale complexion. He stands at just over six feet of height all in all, carrying it with effortless and practiced ease. Right now he's wearing tight leather pants over a pair of heavy boots and a silken buttoned down shirt that barely allows a silver medallion to show at its top, and a steel ring around each of his little fingers. + |
| Castinus Blackshore + | Bearing of all the hallmarks that leads one to identify him as noble stock, Castinus is possessed a visage impeccably groomed and meticulously fashioned to impart lasting memory. imperious and perhaps intimidating at first glance, with a crowning of well-kempt black hair, and a striking set of eyes that stand out against the pallor hue of his skin. Vivid and impossibly blue, they can just as easy be beady with skepticism as they can be wide with some unabashed intrigue or curiosity. Swaddled by infinitely dour and grim stygian fabrics is a tall and capable frame. Rare it is, however, that he affords an onlooker much visible flesh, save for his face. + |
| Castor Redwind + | Castor stands hunched, hiding, belying how tall he really is and how broad of shoulder. Hearty, haling from the norther reaches of Redrain territory, he has a mass of black curls over soft golden brown eyes. Clean shaven and youthful, a sun kissed tint to his cheeks, Cas always has a bit of outdoors on him, a twig in his hair or dirt under his fingernails. + |
| Castruccio Fidante + | A tall, dark Lycene with dusky olive skin, and dark olive green eyes, his hair is deep black and falls in loose curls to his shoulders. With a regal carriage to his chin and a charming smile when its seen, his face is yet marred by a few small scars of battle. He has the broad shoulders and slim waist of a swordsman, with calloused hands to match. {w({nHe's dressed in a black leather jacket, worn overtop a white, silk tunic that's half-tucked to a pair of black, leather pants. Black leather boots and a purple cavalier's hat, pinned rakishly up at one side, complete the ensemble.{w){n + |
| Catalana Kennex + | The height, the regal cast of her sculpted face, the flowing cascade of gossamer hair: Catalina is all dark gold and honey, cream and mellow warmth. Her hair is fine and silky, a deep, burnished golden blonde. Her skin is creamy. Her golden eye makeup and the careful application of paint and fashion keep her all in the mode. Everything about her is measured and considered grace, balletic and refined. Her eyes are clear and pale blue, almost crystalline, like the clearest sea lagoon. Her voice is a low alto, honey and a whisper of smoke. + |
| Catalina Rossi + | Like a warm light beneath a shade, Catalina carries herself with an understated gravitas, the sort of mien that suggests something moves beneath still waters. Slender and fine-boned, she stands just a little under five and a half feet tall, and moves with measured grace. Her features are soft and open, brow high and jaw slightly squared with a strong chin balanced by full lips and warm brown eyes. Her skin is fair, though prone to smooth tans in the sun, and rich brown hair streaked with gold from the sun reaches to just between her shoulder blades. + |
| Catherine Godsworn + | The silver hair this woman wears close-cropped contrasts with the darkness of her skin and the brown of her eyes; her wrinkles are deep, but she still seems to have the energy of youth. Of average height and a solid build, it's the burnmark on her forehead that really stands out; a stylized flame, the scar creased and shiny. + |
| Cato Corsetina + | Cato cuts a short, sturdy figure, bald, with a large, grey-flecked beard of black hair. His left side is visibly weakened; he walks with a noticeable limp, and often uses a walking stick to aid his gait. His right arm flashes black blotches, long-faded regimental tattoos from decades ago, and the same arm is often found holding up a rugged smoking pipe. Age weighs heavily on his features, with sun-blasted lines etched into his darkened skin. Despite this, his posture is superb; he stands straight-backed as a royal guard, with the even center of gravity of one who's spent many years in the saddle. + |
| Catriona Thrax + | Locks of light brown hair curl in twists and waves down this lovely young woman's back. She has wide, clear green eyes fringed with dark lashes, soft lips and cheeks which still have the adorable roundness of youth. Her heart-shaped face is anchored by a determined little chin and, more often than not, there is a pleasant, almost amused smile upon her features. While her body is lightly curved, she has a softness to her that seems almost romantic. Every movement of her body seems to exude grace and poise. + |
| Cecilia Kennex + | Cecilia is a tall, willowy woman of sylph-like features. Round penetrating eyes as changeable as the sea reveal her emotions easily beneath delicate arched brows. Her flaxen hair is long and silky, often bound in a tight braid or pinned up, its wayward wisps gently framing her heart-shaped face. She moves with captivating insouciance, as though she feels as if her beauty will never fade and she shines beyond all else. + |
| Cecilli Blackwood + | Cecilli is an average-heighted woman, her build is unassuming as her almost-limping gait, the most interesting part of her posture and bodily quirks may be her penchant to be looking to the skies, the bags under her tired eyes, and the slowness of her step. Her hands are often shakey when not held to an object, and she commonly holds her gaze at half-mast, eyelids nearly closed, almost as a squint or sign of fatigue. Her hair is unkempt, in a word. While not filthy, she doesn't seem the type to brush it every day. + |
| Cedarav Grisni + | With dirty blond hair of a medium length and a styled, close-clipped beard, this man is generally well-put together. Inquisitorial grey eyes examine his surroundings studiously, and lines of concentration and laughter both are beginning to peek at the corners. He's of a good height, with muscled shoulders ands arms, though his build does tend to the slim more than bulky. His hands are immaculately kept, with trimmed nails at the end of very slender fingers. + |
| Cedric Primm + | Slim and elegant, with elegant hands, Cedric cuts a neat, well-dressed figure, and moves with studied, certain grace. His eyes are a murky hazel, flecked with green, beneath expressive eyebrows. His features are unusually fine, high cheek bones, thin lips and a precise, pointed chin that almost lends the shape of a heart to his face. Where these features suggest a hint of the feminine, he supplements with an excruciatingly neat goatee. His hair is worn neat, clipped waved of dark brown with hints of reddish-auburn highlight that may be teased out in bright sunlight. + |
| Cefyn McAlpin + | Of average height and sturdy build, this woman is old enough to know better and young enough not to care. Her bronze-brown hair is kept in a neat braid down her back, with ribbons of blue and green woven through; her eyes are blue, set in a light-skinned face with a sprinkling of freckles. Dotted tattoos decorate her cheekbones and forehead, while a boar marks her left shoulder and a salmon marks her right, both executed with simple flowing lines and several spirals. + |
| Celeste Pravus + | Steel blue is not just a poetic color for the eyes of this woman, but an accurate descriptor of the force of personality that they give insight into. Those eyes are the eyes of someone who spoils for a fight, an argument, a chance to test herself against something and betraying the confidence that she'll walk out on the other side stronger for the trial. The harder side of her found in those eyes is softened by the rest of her, blunting the impact with the waves of golden hair that fall to mid-back, the stubborn beauty of her jaw, or the rosy glow in cheeks. When Celeste smiles, the curve of her dusky pink lips can be truly infections and uninhibited, but it never quite lightens that appearance of steel. + |
| Celine Valardin + | Celine is a young woman with exagerated but not unattractive features. Big and bright eyes, an ever-smiling and wide mouth, the young woman oozes personality and vibrancy with her every gesture. Slim and slightly shorter than most Oathlanders, the Valardin does not cut a commanding figure, her demeanor that of someone who wins hearts with a hearty laughter or genuine smiles. Despite her sometimes goofy demeanor, Celine's appearance is extremely well-groomed to the point of obsession, her pale locks of blonde hair combed until every thread flows perfectly with the whole. + |
| Cerdensulathara Ferrier + | Razor cut blonde hair ends in a bob around her chin, framing her cherubic face. She has an aquiline nose beneath cerulean blue eyes, her lips a very pale, pale pink. Everything about her palette seems blanched and washed out. She has a lanky, boyish figure, even for not being very tall. Her mininal bust and small hips are nondescript, but scattered across her form, rarely exposed, are myriad scars from a melange of sources. {w({nHer blade has been peacebound in her hip sheath with a strip of leather cord that has dyed blue feathers attached.{w){n + |
| Cerelia Pontelaeus + | A woman of average height and an easy, natural sort of beauty. Her skin has been kissed by the sun, possessing a tanned complexion that suits her well. While smiles come easily to her features, her eyes possess a certain light that suggests an ease of getting to business and a natural sense of command. Long auburn hair is often tied back to free it from her eyes, but that still does little to detract from her natural beauty and devil may care attitude. + |
| Cerys Velenosa + | Its strange to see that steel shade of hair on one still in their twenties; falling in long, straight and thick waves around a sculpted dichotomy of a face. Delicate and angular in shape, with long lines and a pointed chin, strong features make up for the feminine build of the shape. A wide forehead rests over thick black brows angling cleanly up and over upturned eyes of an unusual shade nearly alaricite in color. Nose a bit large for her face, it is straight with a snubbed tip, over a wide mouth. A thin upper lip with a sharp cupid's bow tops a thicker lower lip, one corner perpetually turned slightly up; the result of a small but nasty-looking scar that tugs on the mouth, giving her a perpetual smirk. On the tall side, perhaps five foot ten or eleven, her build is strong and athletic, leaning more towards the build of a swimmer or runner and the ready stance of a born fighter. + |
| Cesare Whisper + | He is a man of dark skin and dark hair -- a walking shadow, lean and rangy and dangerously handsome. His face is symmetric and sharp, with cheeks and nose like cut stone, with slanted, smoldering eyes. His lips are full, his voice raw and rich and sweet like honey. He is lithe; smooth skin disguises each twist of toned muscle. His every movement is graceful, from the arrangement of his hands on instruments to the sudden curve of his rare smiles. + |
| Chanse Grayhope + | Hard, chiseled, stoney? In the Lower Boroughs few use these to describe a statue or the walls, as much as they use them to describe Chanse Greyhope. Handsome, in an utterly terrifying way, his skin is criss crossed by more scars than most companies of soldiers. His black eyes are flecked with gold, and never show any humor at all, even when he flashes a charming grin. His arms and hands are made for violence, bulging muscles and calloused fingers, looking more natural balled into fists than washing glasses. He towers over most, with broad shoulders and barrel chest that can intimidate most fierce warriors. His entire bearing demands respect, and when he speaks, it's quiet, almost gentle, making it all the more terrifying. + |
| Charis Durant + | Compact of build and economical of movement, Charis moves like a person accustomed to wearing armor instead of plain linen and wool. The stance, the posture, they tell of a martial life, though time has softened some of her lines and thinned the callouses which decorate her hands. Variegated blonde hair has been cut bluntly just shy of her shoulders and is most often worn simply, with a center part and waves left to frame her face. No heart-stopping beauty, she still possesses strong, even features, and expressive eyes of a warm hazel-brown shade that complements the overall gold inspiration of both her hair and complexion. + |
| Charlaine Blanchard + | In a sea of beauties at Court, Charlaine's pleasantly ordinary countenance might escape notice at first glance. However, when this young woman speaks on one of her often hidden passions, she reveals a zest for life and vibrancy that loses her natural inclination to shy away from attention. With her normally timid demeanor, it's rare for the voluptuous, brown-haired young woman to command that sort of attention, but on the rare occasions her reserve is cracked she displays an attractiveness all her own. + |
| Charlaine Moore + | In a sea of beauties at Court, Charlaine's pleasantly ordinary countenance might escape notice at first glance. However, when this young woman speaks on one of her often hidden passions, she reveals a zest for life and vibrancy that loses her natural inclination to shy away from attention. With her normally timid demeanor, it's rare for the voluptuous, brown-haired young woman to command that sort of attention, but on the rare occasions her reserve is cracked she displays an attractiveness all her own. + |
| Charlemagne Charon + | Gentle of movement and generously proportioned, Charlemagne's muscular silhouette is accented by an appealing layer softness that lingers both in winter and summer months. With a pallid complexion and dark hair bleached by the sun, his light skin is occasionally brought to life by an odd constellation of freckles. He speaks with a melodious Oathlands accent not always guaranteed to earn him many fans in the North, where fresh evidence of ancient crusades continues to be recovered with each spring thaw. + |
| Charles Valardin + | Charles gives the impression of a growing boy; his narrow face, small jaw, and high cheekbones look more in-line with a young student. On closer inspection, his femininity is apparent; small features contrast his otherwise sturdy frame, which is more befitting of a soldier or laborer. He is otherwise plain and unexceptional in appearance, an otherwise forgettable face in a crowd, facial features arranged in a typical fashion being attractive nor unattractive. Despite his softness of appearance and the long hair curling down around his shoulders, and though lacking in grace and nobility, he holds himself with the practiced confidence appropriate of a young man of action. + |
| Charlotte Wyrmguard + | Of average height, this young woman embodies the word 'pleasant'. She has a softness about her, both of curve and in the curls of her ink black hair. Her eyes are amber gold with hints of green and deep blue. Her beauty is not of the 'stunning' variety, more often labeled 'adorable', likely to her chagrin. She is animated, her features expressive, both of her temper and her joys. + |
| Cherilo Menada + | Cherilo is tall, built, and rugged. He'd be handsome if he took care of his appearance and posture. Despite his broad chest from years of carpentry, he hunches just enough to fade into the background of any scene. His hair is short and matted low to the top of his head. He wears large glasses with a strap, and generally wears simple muted colors and sturdy-yet-weathered clothing. He speaks clearly and eloquently, in a soft, unexpectedly musical voice. + |
| Chiara Tavetti + | A petite, pixie-like woman with short, mahogany brown hair framing a narrow face, she stands a few inches over five feet tall. Thin brows arch over grey-blue eyes, her skin is pale, and she carries herself with a quick, agile sort of grace that speaks to an athletic background. Her features are expressive, particularly her lips, which are often curved into a small smile, as though she knows something others do not. + |
| Christine Kennex + | Christine isn't the short type, around 5'7'', which makes her look even skinnier than what she is. However, any image of fragility she could show, tends to disappear when she starts moving. Long brown hair cascades down her back and has brown shiny eyes, long eyelashes and a smile that can seem so innocent... or so naughty. Time seems to have been kind with her appearance, and little wrinkles touch her face. In any case, nothing that some nice make up cannot mask A thin large tattoo of an ivy grows up her right leg, up her thigh and back, and finishes as a ring around the middle finger of her left hand. Small leaves sprout from the twisted stems, some of them formed by letters instead of just simple lines. They form mostly random words, in different writings and languages. + |
| Chrysanthia Chatreuxe-DeVirre + | Chrysanthia is a young woman of such bright demeanour that one would be forgiven for thinking the sun had left its place in the sky. She has a sparkle of joy in her eyes, and cadmium red hair that captures light in a spectacular corona as it cascades down her head and shoulders, an infectious laugh and an easy smile. She moves with an easy grace and a bounce in her step, exuberant in her zest for life. Her body is lithe, the softness of her curves contrasted by the toned nature of her muscles. She favours vivid floral colors such as mauves, golds and greens in her clothing and while flowers don't quite turn to face her as she passes by, no one would be surprised if they did. + |
| Ciaphas Seraceni + | Striking; pale sea foam eyes shine against smooth, swarthy skin like an oasis in parched desert, a spark of life amidst the withering sands. His smile is broad and bright, a charming thing tainted by the fact that though he is a beautiful man, he is very, very aware of it. His nose is narrow and straight, his features refined and angular, his jaw rugged and dusted by dark stubble that gives him a roguish appeal, carefully tended to give him the illusion that he doesn't need to try to be this spectacular. That's just how it is. His hair is a hectic mane of warm, wild black waves at the top, and shaved down at the sides in some strange mix that can only be described as casually militaristic. He decorates himself often in radiant golds, and the brightest of ember-kissed gems as though the sun itself was draped about him like a mantle glittering at peaceful seaside shores. Tall and broad without sacrificing the grace of sleek lines and artful motion, he is a battle ready sort that paints an imposing silhouette when the need for intimidation arises. His gait has the idle sway of a man that has spent more than a few years of his life on a boat, and he never seems to be in a terrible hurry to get anywhere. After all, when you're this great, the battle will wait. + |
| Ciara Wyrmguard + | A petit young lady still on the cusp of womanhood, Ciara is slender of build and feminine of curve. Her fiery red hair contrasts beautifully, almost dramatically against her pale skin. It is most often done in loose twin braids or a simple braided updo, but when left untamed falls to midway down her back in gentle waves. She has a sweet, youthful face with big cobalt-blue eyes that are framed by long auburn lashes, a pert nose that is slightly upturned and has a tendency to twitch when she is dismayed or excited, and cheeks that dimples when she smiles and flushes prettily at all but the smallest displays of emotion. Her full, rosy lips form a lush little bow and are as quick to enchanting smiles that can light up a summers day as they are to impish smirks and sulky, heart-wrenching pouts. She carries herself with the naive and playful confidence of youth, apparent in wide-eyed wonder, coquettish smiles and the teasing sway of her perfectly rounded hips. {w({nPerfume: A glittering mantle of rich golden notes: five ambers, soft myrtle, apple blossom, and carnation.{w){n + |
| Ciaran Farshaw + | This young man has seen his share of battles--evident not from scars, but in the way he walks. Some old war wound has made its mark on this man's gait, leaving him with a slight, perpetual limp. Otherwise, he looks healthy and vibrant, with a fair complection and slimly athletic build. His features have a certain statuesque quality, marred only by an extended furrow in the skin of his jaw that seems to have been caused by the passing of a blade. His hair is a sleek, dark mahogany, his eyes a variegated gold-and-emerald green. + |
| Cicero Malvici + | A tall, slim, athletically build man that stands just over six feet in height. His dark brown hair is well-kept and groomed, combed in a sweep over his head and down along the sides while carefully managed stubble of the same color covers hisjawline and chin to put a shadow on his jawline and lend his features an edge of maturity. Black coffee colored eyes look out from his face with a bright exhubrence and his lips can often be found in a friendly, welcoming smile. Olive colored skin covers him and seems to be free of any blemishes that his clothes cannot hide save for a few small scars on his hands and one under his left eye. + |
| Cicero Velenosa + | A tall, slim, athletically build man that stands just over six feet in height. His dark brown hair is well-kept and groomed, combed in a sweep over his head and down along the sides while carefully managed stubble of the same color covers hisjawline and chin to put a shadow on his jawline and lend his features an edge of maturity. Black coffee colored eyes look out from his face with a bright exhubrence and his lips can often be found in a friendly, welcoming smile. Olive colored skin covers him and seems to be free of any blemishes that his clothes cannot hide save for a few small scars on his hands and one under his left eye. + |
| Cigano Laroye + | He is about six and three-quarters feet tall and appears to be an adult. He has long raven black hair gathered into a tight glass-beaded plait, long-lashed dark gray eyes, and a bead-strung braided goatee. His skin is tan and his body's build is solid. He has a trio of sigils inked on his face, hailing to some kind of tribal ancestry. + |
| Cillian Blackwood + | Not petite, but Cillian stands at five feet six inches tall. His brown hair is cut short on the sides, the top longer than the sides but it hangs a bit to the other side of his head. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. He wears simple leathers, something you find out an archer or a scout. + |
| Cillian Weatherwood + | Not petite, but Cillian stands at five feet six inches tall. His brown hair is cur short on the sides, the top longer then the sides but it hangs a bit to the other side of his head. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. He wears simple leathers, something you find out a archer or a scout. + |
| Cirdan Halfshav + | Cirdan takes after his mother's side heavily, looking like he'd better fit in Lycene summers than northern winters. Tall and fit, though without the warrior's musclebound frame, Cirdan combines the image of Lycene and Northman into one, as if born to embody Halfshav's heraldry of half savage, half hero. With brown eyes that know to be warm and captivating and a smile prone to mischief, one can immediately see the charmer. The thinker, however, is more subtle, glimpsed by the calm he exhibits, the attention and insight that underlies every look and word. A handsome man to be sure, and so much more. + |
| Ciriel Whitehawk + | Messy nest-like hair gives an unconcerned appearance. Face is wrinkled from his life behind a forge and some would say his features are unremarkable, but the moustache is what makes his face memorable. He wears all of his trinkets wherever applicable, even after they broke. However unpractical that might be, he finds them serving their purpose. + |
| Ciro Seraceni + | He is of average height, with confident posture, and a devious gleam in his gray eyes. His form is lean, and, in spite of his natural olive complexion, its fairer shade suggests he spends far less time in the sun than most of the members of his family. His face is angular, and his straight black hair generally sweeps languidly away from his features. He has a pleasant, full, Lycene-accented voice that is adept at putting those around him at ease, though prone, at times, to excitement and rapidity that can be infectious. + |
| Cirroch Sanna + | Big and broad, with sturdy strength to the bulk of his arms and shoulders, Cirroch cuts a larger than life figure to go with his larger than life personality. He has heavy black eyebrows over deepset eyes that seem to frequently carry the brightness of a laugh in their deep brown depths. His hair is kept very short, clipped close to his head in a no-nonsense way. His voice booms, resonant and liquid in its depth. + |
| Clara Crovane + | Clara stands at 5'2" and appears to weigh about 100lbs. Mostly smooth and silky skin takes on a milky-ivory color in the winter and a bronze sun-kissed color in the warmer months. She's thin but not entirely lacking in muscle and she moves with the grace of a tiny but determined predator. Her very long brown hair falls down passed her rear in rich waves that have lighter brown and blonde highlights to give it depth and dimension. Perhaps Clara's most striking feature though is her eyes which are glazed over and white. This can make her repulsive to some people and mysterious to others but unless she's asked she tends to ignore the attention given to them. Rumor has it her eyes are a side effect of her birth, having been born and not breathing. Others say it is a sign she is touched by the Spirits or Gods. The truth of it is that it is unknown why her eyes are white. + |
| Clarisse Charon + | Her curly ebony locks cascade in deep dark ringlets voluminously down her back in thick rivulets that catch the light despite their darkness with luscious, healthy shine. This richness frames a rounder face, with warmly toned and perfectly smooth skin, her high cheekbones rosy and her full lips plump and pink. Her nose is button-cute, yet she manages to be a gentle beauty with bright, intelligent eyes the color of melting chocolate. Her figure is slender, with gentle curves, and she often wears a relaxed, affable expression. + |
| Claude + | Claude has the lean, athletic build of a crafter who spends his days shaping the world into what he needs it to be. Dark hair is kept close-cropped on the sides, but left a bit longer on top in a messy, thick wave. He lacks the classic, square-jawed hero's handsomeness -- ears a little too prominent, nose not quite long enough -- but there is certainly appeal in the dramatic shade of dark brows, the warm brown eyes that almost glint amber in certain lights, a charm to his features that's more boyish than anything else, despite the full, thick beard he keeps well-groomed. His hands are rather beautiful, either because or in despite of the marks and scars that strongly indicate a lifetime of working with them. Large and strong, his long fingers hold a grace and dexterity that suggests not just strength, but the potential for delicacy and elegance. + |
| Claude Crucible + | Claude has the lean, athletic build of a crafter who spends his days shaping the world into what he needs it to be. Dark hair is kept close-cropped on the sides, but left a bit longer on top in a messy, thick wave. He lacks the classic, square-jawed hero's handsomeness -- ears a little too prominent, nose not quite long enough -- but there is certainly appeal in the dramatic shade of dark brows, the warm brown eyes that almost glint amber in certain lights, a charm to his features that's more boyish than anything else, despite the full, thick beard he keeps well-groomed. His hands are rather beautiful, either because or in despite of the marks and scars that strongly indicate a lifetime of working with them. Large and strong, his long fingers hold a grace and dexterity that suggests not just strength, but the potential for delicacy and elegance. + |
| Claudia Malespero + | A whole lot wrapped up in a neat little package. She's got the carefully cultivated look of someone that likes the finer things in life, has manners, might even fancy herself as someone that eventually sets trends. But there is a steel that hides beneath the silk, and a nobility of self that goes deeper than clothes and jewels. Dark brown hair is kept semi-long, and always well kept in either a straight fall down her back or carefully styled back in braids. Her dark brown eyes are wide, and might be considered doe-like, with a mouth that is designed for smiles. + |
| Cleo Frost + | Taller than most men and with a curvy hourglass build she would stand out by that alone but there is so much more to her to draw the eye. Dark mahogany skin has gold overtones when reflecting the light which makes her appear almost painted. Slightly slanted wide dark eyes are framed by thick lashes and a tattoo of a white ink line starts on her forehead above each sharp eyebrow and descends vertically over her eyelids and down to sharp cheek bones. Her jaw is slender and angular down to a delicate rounded chin. A short straight nose with a rounded tip and nostrils flared slightly wide beneath which lies full bow shaped lips finishes off her beautiful features. Her hair is a long mane of barely controlled loose black curls reaching down to the middle of her back most of the time. + |
| Clover Farshaw + | Not a tall woman, Clover manages to be petite and curvaceous at the same time. What might have been an athletic frame is instead soft and voluptuous, her hourglass curves giving her the ideal feminine figure. Evergreen eyes sparkle with a bright spark of intelligence and warmth. Her smiles are wide and easily given. Long white-gold hair is often done up in a Valardin style: braids or buns, with colorful ribbons mixed into the golden locks. + |
| Clover Wyrmguard + | Standing at 5'0" in her stocking feet Clover Wyrmguard is definitely "tactical sized". She's delicately slender without much muscle definition to her form though a hint of baby fat remains. Her evergreen eyes shine with a bright spark of intelligence and warmth. Her smile is wide and easily given. Long white-gold hair is often done up in a Valardin style; braids, or buns, with ribbons mixed into the golden locks. + |
| Cocine Arcuri + | A robust woman, on the taller side of average, with a sculpted tone to her that speaks of long hours and hard work. Honey blond hair that reaches the top of her shoulderblades, often pulled up into a twist or bun, with strands falling here and there to be brushed or blown away absently. Dark eyes with a straightforward, non-nonsense look that warm and lighten with mirth or amusement often. Hers is an artful appearance, with an easy gait that speaks of confidence and assurance. + |
| Col Steelhart + | Tall and rakish he is a strikingly handsome man with angular features. High cheekbones lead to a squared jaw with an almost narrow chin. Cleanshaven with only a dusting of a dark haired goatee frames expressive lips. A straight nose centers his face but his eyes are his most striking feature. Steel grey they have heavy lids giving him 'bedroom' eyes just beneath straight eyebrows that tilt up at the outside edge. A high forehead leads to a lustrous mane of loose black curls. There is a presence to him that is much larger than he is, assured, commanding, confident. He is a man who is extremely comfortable in his lightly tanned skin. + |
| Cole Farago + | Standing below average height, he is built solid with a sizable amount of practical muscle. He has an open, youthful face with light brown eyes and short cut brown hair, square jaw kept inexpertly shaved. There's a slight crook to the bridge of his nose from an old break, and a few miscellaneous scars on his face and cheeks. His skin is very tanned, hands work-worn and calloused. + |
| Colette Laurent + | Pale. Tall. Thin. Colette is a whisp of a young woman, with an intense gaze. One who looks like a particularly strong gust of wind could blow away. She is lanky, sporting some long limbs to go with her taller frame. She seems to lack in the way of muscles, as well as womanly curves, but she makes up for it with extreme, dancers like grace to her movements. Her brown hair, neither too dark, nor too light, makes her the odd one out among her older siblings. As do her big brown eyes, which she often keeps lined with a dark khol. She has soft features, which go perfectly with her /very/ soft spoken nature. When she does speak, she speaks with an extremely thick Oathlands accent, showing she did not spend much time with anyone outside of her family growing up. + |
| Conall Redrain + | Tall and lean, his muscular body is clearly that of a warrior's - pale skin marked with scars here and there as testament to past battles. Blond hair the color of winter wheat has been shaven down to the skin on both sides of his head while the top has been left to grow long and woven into an intricate braid, tied together with gold wire, and hangs down to just above the belt. Sharp eyes the color of a cloudless summer sky are set into an angular face, and this particular Northern warrior has opted for a scruffy blond goatee. + |
| Conrad Drayton + | Despite being a veteran of the Gray Forest pacification campaigns, Conrad doesn't have many scars outside one across his forearm from an axe; a testament to the effectiveness of his infantry line. Cropped black hair frames a chiseled face, while a well toned body speaks of a well maintained exercise routine. While Conrad does tend to have a severe demeanor on the job and off, he does not come off as imposing; he's the first to say he's presenting an orderly example. Discipline is how he survived the campaigns, after all. + |
| Constance Redrain + | Shoulder-length hair of dark chestnut brown pairs with snow-fair skin, glacial blue eyes, and blood-red lips to paint a portrait of this imperiously-featured woman. Despite her modest height, she carries herself with a regal, dignified, and perhaps even entitled aspect that makes its way into every curl of her sumptuous lips, arch of her dark brows, or narrowing of her long-lashed eyes. Her fine-boned features are more elegant than delicate, though one can be forgiven for confusing the two. Slim of body and limb, with artfully shaped collarbones raised to slender prominence, she lives long from anything athletic in build. Still, neither sticks or twigs shape her silhouette, and soft contours assert a sort of wintry sensuality to her form, more suited to the comfort of a crackling fire than the woodsy outdoors. + |
| Constantine Kennex + | Tall and lithe, Constantine managed himself with a rolling grace. He moved without hurry, limbs languidly swinging to project him forward in an effortless sway. He bears a clear resemblence to the Kennex genetic line: blonde, blue eyes, fair skin. The youth even maintains a bit of that sterness his elder siblings have coined simply in his passive expressions. While his jawline is a chiseled line, there's a certain softenss to Connie's facial features. He held an intense sort of appeal to him. Often mistaken for 'brooding' by appearance alone. + |
| Copper + | Petite and softspoken, this woman would fade into any crowd, were it not for the tumble of long, loose red-gold curls she leaves down to spill around her arms. With her sunkissed skin, and a generous mouth given to frequent smiles, she has a warm and charming mien. Only when one is caught by that sharp, wild gaze does it becomes apparent she is more than the pretty youth she appears to be. It's her eyes -- amber gold and brilliant as faceted topaz -- that give pause. Though her smiles warm them through and through, she can't fully disguise the lingering grief and sharp-edged cunning within. Often, her hands are hidden in gloves. When they aren't, the tips of her fingers appear oddly burnished, shining bright and metallic as if they were dipped in paint. + |
| Cora Ulbran + | This woman has long auburn hair, and dark blue eyes, an upright posture and lips that easily quirk into a smile, whether it be amused or sarcasticly sweet. She stands just over five and a half foot tall, and has a tendency to wear such practical clothing as you might find in the common areas of the city. + |
| Coraline Thrax + | Light brown hair has been hacked short and tufts up by her ears and at the nap of her neck, hinting that her locks might have a bit of a curl to them when longer. In the summer months, her tresses become sun-kissed and a smattering of pale freckles appear across her nose. Despite her boyish haircut, she is unable to hide the femininity of her features: wide, clear green eyes fringed with dark lashes, soft lips and cheeks which still have the adorable roundness of youth. Her heart-shaped face is anchored by a determined little chin and, more often than not, there is a smudge of dirt somewhere upon her fair complexion. While her body is lightly curved, there is strength there too and one would be foolish to underestimate her just because of the pretty package she comes in. + |
| Corban Telmar + | Corban stands broad of shoulder with a warrior's muscled build, toned and built from years spent at practice for battle. He moves with a soldier's confident, easy gait, assured of every purposeful step and calculated movement. Light, colorful eyes glint brightly when the lord's features register happiness, and flash with electricity when anger overtakes his expression. He sports a smart, well-groomed goatee that covers his jaw, framing the man's handsome features pleasantly. He wears his hair longer on the top than the sides, brushed back loosely over the top of the Telmar's head. + |
| Corbit Leary + | Corbit is tall and thin, though there is a wiry strength about him and sureness to his movements. His long, clever fingers almost always have ink stains, sometimes, one might even find a smudge or something similar on his nose or chin. Inqusitive, grey eyes stare out from a moderately handsome face with a strong jawline. His head is topped with a mop of unruly dark brown hair that gives him an absnet minded, boyish air. He's pale, but not the kind of pale that speaks of ill health, it more looks like he spends a lot of time inside and doesn't have the closest relationship with the sun. + |
| Cordelia Grimhall + | Striking violet eyes, brilliant and wide, greedily draw all the attention, so clear and deep as to almost appear surreal. Dark ash brown tresses frequently obscure youthful and pretty features, so she keeps those recalcitrant locks carefully secured elsewhere. Once pale skin has long since darkened under the sun, developing into a luxuriously light bronze tone. The very peak of agile athleticism, elegant lines trace her short stature and slim hourglass figure. The high, clear, and gently airy timbre of her voice compliments her free and passionate demeanor. + |
| Corinna Kelsey + | Corinna's is a simple, rustic sort of prettiness, with her fiery copper locks and her cheerful, flirty blue eyes. Those wild red tresses tumble in untamed waves over her shoulders, framing a face with high cheeks, a slender nose, and pouty lips that offset the airheaded expressions she tends to wear with a certain saucy edge. She is of medium height, and blessed with a buxom hourglass figure that she moves with an earthy sort of poise. When speaking, her warm, honeyed voice is beset by her words tending to tumble over one another as her volubility gets the better of her. + |
| Corinne Brooks + | With her soft features, bright gold hair and sky-blue eyes, Corinne could ostensibly have made a living off of being pretty. Her curves are modest, but in all the right places. If she were sleeping eternally in a casket, a storybook prince could fairly mistake her for his beloved princess, and there are moments when she's bored or dozing off where that beauty shines through. There is an uncomfortable intensity to her gaze, maybe in the way she stares or knits her eyebrows, and she can pull off some of the skeeziest smiles. She holds herself confidently for the most part, and has a smile for the world at every turn, but something callously unpleasant and brooding lurks underneath. + |
| Cornelius Blackshore + | Light flecks of silver pepper the edges of his chestnut locks. Swirling cerulean eyes that have the hints of crow's feet at the edges reflect whatever the occasion calls for. Proud nose connects him to a long line of ancestry. Smooth tongue, smiling lips and deep voice that always have the right words for any situation. Even though he's experienced the rigors of age causing a little rounding here and there, his powerful body would rival any young man. Whatever scars the man carries are not for public viewing. + |
| Corrala Leary + | A kind looking woman stands before you. She reaches about 5 foot 6 in height and her regal bearing shows every inch of it. Long light brown hair hangs to the middle of her back, and a pair of large, thoughtful light brown eyes dominate her fair face. The rest of her body is slender with long limbs and a curvy torso. Her hands are slightly roughened from moderately hard work. + |
| Corrigan Grayhope + | Tousled waves of dark chestnut hair fall forward over his high forehead, centered by thick, dark eyebrows whose expressiveness is dynamic. Corrigan's hair is warm in hue and soft and thick in texture, with a tendency to get into his eyes except in that perfect window of time within the first two or three days after a haircut. His eyes are unusually arresting: large, clear and pale, a light-washed green in hue, like sunlight reflected through the veins of summer leaves. His lips are thin, pale pink, with features whose planes and angles suggest an understated delicacy, which is only undercut by a tendency of his to leave his sculpted features obscured beneath gathering scruff across his jaw and chin and lip. + |
| Corwin Sanna + | There are five things that Corwin can be boiled down to when looking at him. The first is his height, for he stands a full head above most men and more than that above many others. The second is hair; dirty blond locks fall down to his shoulders when not kept in a braid, and something slightly darker forms the full beard that hides much of his face. The third would be ink. Across the visible parts of his tanned flesh are lines of ink in dark blue, painting pictures on a canvass stretched wide at the shoulders and narrow at the hips to tell a story that looks cohesively scribed but mysteriously told. The fourth would be confidence, for no man of his large build moves without expecting the world to give way to his whims and wishes. And the fifth would either the joviality, the kindness, or the fierceness of his pale blue eyes depending on the situation. + |
| Cosette Nightgold + | Cosette is a young woman in her late teens, standing around 5'1". She has long, light blonde hair reaching just below her shoulder blades when down, and her eyes are a shimmery blue-green that changes depending on the color she wears. Her complexion is clear and fair, and she most often gives warm smiles with a sweet, innocent vibe attached. Her build is lithe, yet feminine, and she carries herself well. Cosette often wears simple, yet pretty dresses in various pastel tones. + |
| Cosimo Tessere + | A tall, plain young man whose appearance seems to stop just short of being handsome. His dark hair is often in a state of slight disarray, its dark wisps framing his angular face. His nose is long and straight, just as pointed as his chin. His build is linear and long-limbed, with little body fat or muscle. His thin lips are drawn into a mild line and his overall demeanor seems nonchalant and passive. In spite of this, he does not seem to be timid or shy, for his deep amber eyes rarely stray or wander even in moments of discomfort. The faint scent of mahogany, coffee and ink lingers in his wake. + |
| Costas Voducce + | Costas is a wiry man of an athletic build found in all men of labor the world over. Commonly handsome, his otherwise manly stature is betrayed by a habitual, casual lean. Beard and scalp have been trimmed (surely with a dull knife) to the same length all round, revealing a leathery bronze complexion- the product of years toiling in the sun. These features, along the strong scent of salt spray and pitch, mark him out as a man of the sea. His dispassionate countenance reveals little of his thoughts to the casual observer, though in candid moments his tempestuous grey-blue eyes may flash with life, and an impudent smirk threatens to reveal itself from behind his lips. + |
| Courage Pie + | Courage is a farm boy stuck in a soldier's clothing and given a sword. It shows. There's nothing particularly attractive about his plain features, and his musculature seems focused to his upper body from hours toiling in a field. His brown hair is cropped short and he's prone to weak grins and sulked shoulders in small company. When the pressure's on, he seems about a foot taller, at least until it's time to actually face reality. + |
| Cristoph Laurent + | Tailoring -- or armoring -- mostly obscures the most dramatic feature of Cristoph's looks, the latticework of arrow scars that write pale white lines over the broad bulk of his chest and shoulders. One of those fine lines surges past his collarbone to a visible mark left on the skin of his neck. His next most distinguishing feature is the brilliant clarity of his blue eyes, their summery hue as arresting as the intensity behind them. His features are mostly even and pleasant without being drop dead gorgeous, but the expressiveness of his eyes and the dynamic mobility of his mouth lend more charm to his face in motion than it might be entitled in stillness. Tall and sturdy, his stocky frame is lent grace by the length of his limbs, and there is an energy to his carriage that suggests his dynamism. + |
| Cufre Harrow + | Eyes of a deep, dark blue contrast against the porcelain pale of her skin and the wealth of her deep copper hair. She's a slip of a thing, with a quiet, lovely presence given to graceful motion and gentle emotion. There's a knowing brightness to her deep eyes, teased in the smile of her bow-shaped lips, her limbs long and willowy for her height. + |
| Cullen Greenmarch + | On the tallish side, with broad shoulders and a strong frame Cullen has the bearing of a knight. In contrast to his hard body, he has a long, freckled face with fair skin and broad but gentle features. His gray eyes are warm and hold a kindness to them. He attempts to hide the softness of his face behind a well groomed mustache and beard of coppery red that is a shade darker than his similarly hued hair, parted to one side and left a bit longer on top. + |
| Curran Grayhope + | Curran is a slight, wiry figure with full cheeks that suggest even more youth than he can rightly claim, wide black eyes and heavy dark eyebrows beneath his rough mop of black curls. His lips are full and dark, his nose a smashed button and his olive-dark skin dusted with freckles and dark moles in unlikely places. Not tall or broad, he moves with quiet, eerie grace, slipping through crowds or into cracks as smoothly and elusively as a shadow, or a young, hungry tomcat. + |
| Cutlin Moss + | Standing a robust and tightly muscled 6', this man doesn't severely stand out. He is handsome in a stark and quiet way, and his clothing tends to be far from the ostentatious. His hair is dark brown with a few streaks of grey, and it falls almost to the middle of his back. He tends to have a few days worth of salt and pepper stubble. His skin is tanned, and he looks like he is somewhere in his late thirties, or even forty. He is clearly in excellent shape for his age, however, and is quite handsome for it. His eyes are his most notable feature, as they are a deep forest green. + |
| Cybele Frost + | Over six feet tall, and with a slender frame and willowy limbs, Cybele maintains an effortless grace and economy of motion. From the golden hair cascading in waves, to the pale, almost glowing skin and the stormy eyes fixed just beyond the horizon; the Prodigal maintains an air of the Ethereal. High cheekbones and a pair of beauty marks above plush lips at the left cheek adds to the delicate and ageless beauty of the Shav. Exotic like the lights that dance in ribbons across the night sky in Everwinter. Curious, like a soon-to-be dead cat - and that, too, is visible in those elfin features. + |
| Cydra Corroda + | She is a tall and sturdy-looking woman, with glossy copper red hair pulled in to an unflattering ponytail, pale skin, and a starfield's worth of freckles all over her body. She has sea green eyes framed with thick and dark eyelashes and poorly-hidden lines of fatigue. She has a heart-shaped head, and her face is lean and tight with tension. + |
| Cynara + | Upon first glance, Cynara simply looks like a beautiful woman by any standard of beauty. Yet, the longer one looks at her, the stranger the shimmering red of her hair seems, less like hair at all and more like spun gemstones. Her skin is flawless, as if she were carved from alabaster instead of flesh. Her eyes, the dark gold of aged coins, are far too old for the youthful face in which they are set. Even the way she carries herself starts to seem slightly 'off' somehow as if she is moving with far more grace than should be possible for a human body. Yet, even this oddness can quickly be forgotten in just a glance as she becomes just another beautiful woman. After all, that is surely all she is... + |
| Cyril Melaeris + | Lean and lithe, Cyril is not the poster boy for a Thraxian Lord. He's in fine shape, fit and has the calloused hands of an experienced sailor but injuries have long kept him at home. His left leg has been replaced by the most basic of wooden prosthetics and left him requiring a cane to walk. Scars mark the canvas of his dark, dusky skin and two fingers are missing from the man's left hand. His head is shaved bald but Cyril still sports a greying beard and mustache combo. + |
| Cyrus Laurent + | The man before you is of average build, leaned more towards an athletic body that has seen its fair share of combat and strength over the years. Standing at six feet tall, he sports short-cut dirty blond hair and blue eyes. The short stubble that resides on his face shows hints of gray from his years. There is a stiff quality to the way he holds his body even in casual settings. + |
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| Dacian Krosse + | With broad shoulders and long limbs, Dacian's physique can best be described as athletic with well pronounced musculature made for the hunt rather than battle. Brunette hair is worn at his shoulders, swept back and secured out of his face. His chiseled jaw boasts a neatly trimmed goatee that gives him a roguish look. Deep brown eyes are more expressive than he'd like, often giving away more than he would normally dare - though most of the time they portray him as a man with a calm that runs deep within. + |
| Daemon Dracone + | Tall and fair haired, Daemon is the picture perfect representation of knightly elegance straight from the Oathlands. With shining locks of hair and a young face devoid of blemishes, his fading youth can barely be noticed against his pale skin. Catching emerald eyes are often curious or set forward in a dutiful gaze. His build is what one would expect from someone who's spent years training with both blade and social etiquette, carrying himself with regal posture while at the same time being toned to a warrior's physique. Broad shoulders compliment his more slender arms, honed to a certain finesse without losing their strength. {w({nThe man bears a crescent scar, running from his forehead to the bottom of his chin on the ride side. It looks old and has faded a bit with time. He's also sporting a new addition: A full beard!{w){n + |
| Dafne Rubino-Zaffria + | Dafne is not tall, with a build that is all soft curves. Her face, too, is soft curves, with a generous mouth, and high forehead. Her skin is as smooth and unblemished as a flower petal, emphasizing her youth, and her eyes, richly-fringed with dark lashes, are brilliantly blue and unsettlingly large. She has a luxuriant cloud of black hair, its darkness making her skin appear even fairer than it is. Her expression is habitually solemn, and she has a way of staring at things--often people--just a little bit longer than necessary. -- + |
| Dag Frost + | Marked by stern, craggy features, Dag's face looks like the sort that's more comfortable wearing a frown. Though his skin might once have been fair, exposure to the sun and an assortment of other weathering conditions leaves it darkened and abused. Still, sharp lines and an angled jaw blend together in a somewhat flattering manner even if the latter is covered by a well-groomed beard. Obviously a matter of pride for the man, he keeps it shaped and clean as it blends into the thick mane of hair atop his head. Both obviously started out a chestnut brown, and for the most part they remain so, but exposure to the sun has left its mark, bleaching it until streaks of pale gold layer in with the darker shades. If the state of his hair and skin still left any question as to his history of laborious work, his build should lay to rest any doubts. Thick, corded muscle, broad shoulders, and a dense frame suggest whatever his vocation, it comes with a fair helping of heavy lifting. + |
| Dagny Stahlben + | Long, bright auburn hair is a concession to vanity that almost seems like more trouble then it is really worth in the end, and a lot of work. Everything else about her is the image of practicality and focus on the more martial of arts. She's lithe, capable of easy movements and a strength that isn't obvious by cursory inspection. Strong brows arch over wide, vividly blue eyes that often flash with amusement and mischief. Her mouth is expressive, but often set in a neutral line, and she's got strong features with wide, high cheek bones. + |
| Dagon Thrax + | Something of a surprise, Dagon remains one of the most appealing men in the whole of the realm. Strikingly handsome, his lean, sharp features outline a youthful, handsome face, full of life and vitality. His eyes, intensely deep blue, might seem cold at first glance, but his brilliant smile quickly sets one at ease, giving them a surprisingly lively glint. His build is lean and lithe, moving with confidence and surety, each motion deliberate and smooth. His black hair is kept short, mostly for convenience, allowing his attentions to be directed on more practical things. As a whole, he is a paragon of courtly virtue, easily becoming a muse for heroic ballads and art. + |
| Dagon Tyde + | There are paintings all over Maelstrom depicting Donrai, the former High Lord, in his prime: a severe-looking man with austere cheekbones, a strong jaw, and cold blue eyes. To say that his grandson, Dagon Thrax, is the spitting image of those paintings would not be far off from the truth, and those that knew Donrai back then would think that they had gone back into the past upon looking at Dagon, for he is a mirror image. Except this particular side of the mirror has been distorted, and is visibly less cruel than the other. Dagon has lines from laughing rather than frowning, and while his face shows the well-earned stress of a leader, his eyes are light with the sparkle of youth all the same. His voice, when it comes, is low and reserved, but also soft and soothing. His hair has been cut well away from his eyes, and left loose in the barest of black curls across his forehead and around his ears. He bears the lean physique of a fencer, with muscles made more for action than appearance. + |
| Dairen Wyrmguard + | Dark hair falls past his shoulders, worn loose more often than not, and of a brown so dark it is like black coffee. His face is long and narrow, with an angular jaw often dusted with day old stubble and a slight cleft to his chin. Dark heavy brows lend a certain intensity of expression to his deep blue eyes and a set of nicely sculpted lips are perhaps his most expressive feature, resting beneath a strong and straight nose. His build is muscular enough, with light tone apparent, but devoid of any bulk or excess, insted evoking a certain sort of sleek grace when in movement, and a sculptured ease when in repose. {w({nHis hair is caught back at the nape of his neck and a liberal dusting of dark stubble peppers the lower portion of his face.{w){n + |
| Dalsam recently disowned from a wealthy merchant family + | (he/they) Dalsam is a short person with warm, medium brown skin. They have dark brown eyes and a wiry build. Their black hair is thick and curly, and they wear it long and in a ponytail. His voice is low and pleasant, and he tends to speak rather softly. He walks with a slight limp. He has long, deft fingers, often inkstained. Altogether, though, their appearance isn't especially unusual; they prefer to go unnoticed in a crowd. + |
| Damaris Arenir + | A short and rather slender young woman with something of a boyish look to her; "handsome" describes her better than "beautiful." Golden hair is cut so short as to just cover the tops of her ears; her fair-skinned face is blemished only by a few scattered freckles. Large wide eyes, the pale bluish green of verdigrised copper, are veiled behind dark lashes. Her manner is serious despite her youth, but her voice light, sweet and pleasant to listen to. + |
| Damiana Valardin + | Damiana was always a gorgeous woman, so much so that it was almost expected from her that she would grow to be vain and addicted to silks to compliment her stunning looks. She stands tall and her mane of blonde curls reaches the middle of her back, a cascade of gold that once-complemented her vivid green eyes superbly now frames her milky orbs, her sight gone. Effortlessly sultry, there is an air of superioriy that Damiana exudes even without trying, calling back to tales of arrogant dragons perched alone upon their nests above the land. Her slim body is not devoid of strength, but whatever lingers from her days traininig with a sword doesn't get nearly as much attention these days. + |
| Damik Uhl'daja + | If one were to compare Damik'uhl'daja to a statue, they might not be wrong in the chiseled and imposing figure that he presents. The man himself is warm and alive, with golden skin and hazel eyes that shift like the seas, one moment taking on more grey-blue and the next, darkening with his emotions. The only hint of softness about him: his fine black hair and full lips. A strong brow with straight, thick eyebrows accent the narrowly shaped eyes and the straight bridge of his nose. His jaw is angled sharply, though it's often hidden under a beard. He has the body of a soldier, scars and muscles, over the entirety of his frame. + |
| Damon Wyrmguard + | Boyish charm grows into sleek attractiveness, and none moreso than Damon Wyrmguard. With a wink and a smile, hearts flutter across the entire realm, his sparkling sapphire eyes alive with mirth. Hair the color of starlight hangs just long enough to be stay fashionable, and tousled enough to be rakish, with little attention necessary. His handsome jaw gives him a strong, heroic air, and he has the build of a natural warrior. His laughs abound, and his manner is easy, even when he is buried in scrolls and documents. + |
| Danae Russo + | Unblemished bronzed skin and an unmistakably stern glare - two of the first things that you notice with Danae when you first see her. Possessing a strong jaw, finishing on a slight rounded chin, Danae has all the hints of youth still upon her face. Cheekbones that are barely there with their gentle rounded apple shape, but do carry a tint of red. A thinly crafted nose graces her face, ending in a slightly rounded tip and sits between two pale amber-brown eyes with two fine, thin and maintained eyebrows arching over. Her lips are sculpted in a sweetheart shape, a thin gloss of pale pink upon them. Her hair a tight binding of browns, dark and light, woven together and shine in pure light. But behind those pale amber-brown eyes, a stern glare and a curt tone can quickly manifest itself. Direct in command, clipped tones frequently within their speech. Danae's build is toned, but slight. Her shoulders no broader than typical Southport trained citizen, which is still well-toned against most others. Her sides taper in for a strong core before they curve out in feminine, graceful, roundness and lead to her svelte, but strong, thighs and legs. + |
| Daniella Velenosa + | Darkly captivating eyes are the first thing to seize the attention of those looking at this Southern Princess. Her lips are full and quirk as easily into a dimpled grin as a disdainful sneer. Dark chocolate hair tumbles raucously down her back and her frame would seem ideally acrobatic if not for the generous curves of her hips. + |
| Danielle Valardin + | Not quite breaking even with five feet, this young woman has three main features of note. The first is how small-boned she is both in height and weight alike. The second is the intense violet hue of her vibrant and immense eyes. And the third is the color of her hair. A sterling silver untouched by even traces of gold, she looks too young for the color, it is so silver. And yet, this is the color it comes in, all the same. Long and silken and rampantly curling tresses of it which fall to hip length. Her limbs are fine and delicately toned, but the pale gold of her skin barely reveals the fading scars of only a handful of serious fights witnessed thus far. Her curves lend to an hourglass figure, and her mouth is full lipped and pale pink. {w({nSterling curls are braided in a narrow crown around her head above the long and shining locks hanging still to her hips.{w){n + |
| Dantaria Ulbran + | Small and graceful in bearing, Dantaria is dark of skin and dark of eye and dark of hair, with a preference for wearing eye-catching colour on her skin as well as in her clothing, and making it look good. With coiffure, attitudes and dress fit for a courtier rather than a commoner, she's a breath of elegance in crude surroundings. + |
| Dante DiFidante + | Tall and built like a man who knows how to wield a sword on the battle field, Dante is a striking man in both appearance and personality. His coloring and features are favored in the South; warm, dark hair kept a little long is always styled off of his face which is perfectly clean shaven save for the well groomed mustache and the slender sliver of a soul's patch just below his lower lip. He keeps himself meticulously clean an is not unlike a cat in his feline movements. His prowess as a swordsman lies within his slow and steady gait, his sharp eyes and quick reflexes. He is never truly hurried but when focused on a task, Dante gives all of himself to the moment. + |
| Dante Fidante + | Tall and built like a man who knows how to wield a sword on the battle field, Dante is a striking man in both appearance and personality. His coloring and features are favored in the South; warm, dark hair kept a little long is always styled off of his face which is perfectly clean shaven save for the well groomed mustache and the slender sliver of a soul's patch just below his lower lip. He keeps himself meticulously clean an is not unlike a cat in his feline movements. His prowess as a swordsman lies within his slow and steady gait, his sharp eyes and quick reflexes. He is never truly hurried but when focused on a task, Dante gives all of himself to the moment. + |
| Danvir Ravenseye + | For a man, Danvir is not really tall. He actually does not look like some archetypical muscular man. Instead his frame is more lithe and compact. This does not mean lack of muscles, just not an overtly muscular man. His skin is tanned by exposure to the sun. But his most defining feature has to be that fiery red mop of messy hair he has. With bangs that almost cover his equally fiery red eyebrows. His eyes has sparse lashes and they are more of a light gray. They are also somewhat small yet it is noted that they seem rather alert at everything he looks. His nose is slightly big and straight while his lips would be found on the thinner side. If anyone would look at him from first looks, he seems to have pretty long limbs despite not really being that tall. Gives a sort of athletic feel to him but not overtly so, probably of someone who leads an active lifestyle and not much from there. + |
| Dara Agassi + | There are some matters about Dara's appearance that could one could say are common in Arvum and do not stand out. After all, how many in the Lyceum alone can boast of a tanned complexion against fair skin? How many in the Oathlands might lay claim to black hair? And surely the Crownlands offers its pick of women with soft, bow-shaped lips! Could not an equal measure of Northern women be both taller or shorter than she? And for that matter can you not find brown-eyed women in the Mourning Isles? Why, then, does Dara look so different? Dara stands out because for all the commonality one might find with her features, it's still marked by the alien and exotic. Her hair isn't just black, but it's inky black with hints of darkest blue irridescence in the right light. Her eyes aren't just brown, they are so dark as to be black in all but the brightest of lights. Her cheekbones and jawline are both high and pronounced, adding a delicate look th the structure of her face, something a little different than seen on the shores of Arvum until recently. And that fair complected tan? How easily it becomes golden with just a little exposure to the sun. + |
| Darby Grayhope + | Darby looks older than he actually is. He has been subjected to a hard life by accident and by choice. Standing in front of others has left its toll on the hardy man. His head is bald, by choice, the hair there shaved down to the barest stubble late in the day. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye and the strap for it is leather, tied in the back. His remaining eye is a piercing green, beneath a dark-brown, full, brow. His nose has been broken a few times and haplessly repaired. His lips are full and bow-shaped and its possible he might have been attractive if he had made better life choices. His chin is as shaved as his head, with a dimpled chin and wide jaw that meets neatly to his thick neck. There is virtually no distinction between head and neck, one flowing neatly into the other and continuing on to form broad, bulky shoulders. His frame is athletically imposing, with the advantage of a genetic breadth, and the honing of brutal practice. He is shaped like a dangerous barrel. Darby stands an inch above 6 feet, and owns every bit of it. Of note is that his right hand is normally covered in a glove and his left hand is missing the two smallest fingers. + |
| Daria Mandragora + | Daria stands on the tall side of average, with long limbs and the lean build of someone whose days are mostly spent engaged in action. Strawberry stains honey-blonde hair, adding a reddish cast that is most pronounced in the sunshine, when it turns fly-away strands molten and copper. And there are a lot of fly-away strands. She keeps it cut short, its natural tendency to curl causing the ends to lift up, adding layers of texture and, occasionally, a bit of frizz. Pale lashes are often lost, a poor frame for dark brown eyes, like the smattering of copper freckles that melt into her tan most seasons of the year. + |
| Darian Malespero + | Shaggy dark brown hair hangs around his face, not going much further down than collar-length, but certainly less well kept than some nobles might keep their hair. Shots of light golden streaks decorate his hair from prolonged exposure to the sun that has blanched the color from the otherwise dark locks. His skin also is tan, lines from laughter and squinting against sunlight decorate the outside corners of his bright blue eyes. There's an ease to his smiles, and a clear care taken towards being in shape, but the sort of in shape that comes from hard labor and not just playing at being a soldier. His hands are rough, decorated with scars from years weilding a blade. + |
| Dariel Bisland + | Dariel's hands have never seen a hard day's work. They are neither marred by callous nor scar. They've certainly never wielded a sword. Fact of the matter is, it'd be pretty difficult to get a grip on one while wearing all of those dazzling rings! His overall dark features are masculine and influenced by a lifetime of pampering. The young man's firm, narrow jawline works to offset the soft curvature of his full lips, the loveliness of his eyelashes, and that ever feeling gaze of his -- forever lost in a whirl of abstract emotion. + |
| Dario Seraceni + | Dario stands at six feet and two inches tall. His curly brown hair, usually worn rather long, almost always looks windswept, as though the man has just come in from being out at sea. He keeps himself shaved, although he perpetually looks as though he may sprout a beard, with dark stubble gracing his chin and cheeks. His dark brown eyes are piercing, and can be unnerving when settled into a squinted gaze of interest. He has a long, slender scar from the bottom of his left eye down to his jawline from some long-ago mishap. + |
| Darkus Crovane + | A tall man with brown hair and blue eyes. Darkus dresses in the finest clothing he can afford be it aeterna, umbra, or luxury silks. He aims to always dress well, to show off his wealth and the respect he has earned from his years of hard labor. The exception is when he is sailing he tends to dress the part of a sailor instead. + |
| Darren Redrain + | Fair of face and temperament, Darren's youthful countenance is offset slightly by a well-groomed beard, grizzled enough to satisfy his Northern counterparts, but trimmed fine enough to rival the fashions of Southern courtiers. His bright blue eyes are often kind, but not overly encouraging of familiarity. His auburn hair tends toward the vibrant reds of the north, and curls softly, without becoming completely untamed. He boasts a strong, well-honed frame, built by hard martial training, while moving with an easy grace. + |
| Darrow Darkwater + | Stoic, this man's features are hardened and stern. The strict and angular lines of his face are austere and aesthetic, but hold little warmth. Severely cropped, midnight black hair is flecked with seafoam grey, prematurely. Watery, the blue of his eyes are like a deep reflecting pool, their depths tending to hold sadness despite his circumstances. Muscular, but in a manner so spare as to seem rawboned, as if food had been an afterthought in his life. His skin is fair, marked with scars left uncaringly healed. + |
| Daturo Tessere + | Hours of practice have created a man of lean muscles whose already swarthy skin has been darkened even further by the sun. His dark, curly hair is kept short in a cut that is both utilitarian and fashionable as is his close-cropped beard. He carries himself with the easy, graceful air of a privileged upbringing, undercut occasionally by a rare and fleeting sadness that passes over his almond-colored eyes. + |
| Dawn Grayson + | Dawn is not by any means the most beautiful woman in Arx, but she can claim the most appropriate name. With her honey skin and red-gold waves of hair, she looks to be painted in the shades of her namesake - and like the sun, the warmth of her smile is something to bask in. There's Grayson steel in her, though - in the unyielding strength of her spine, and her eyes a hazy shade of winter grey. Her brows are straight and strong, the soft spray of freckles across her sun-kissed nose a testament to the time this particular lady spends outdoors. With a lush, ruby mouth tucked in at the corners in a perpetual expression of pleasure, her delicately chiseled jaw and chin also hint at the strength beneath the sunshine. A recent scar bisects her left eyebrow and continues down her cheek. Bright and harsh and new, it keeps her mien from too much girlish cuteness and signals a narrow miss for that eye. + |
| Daya Harrin + | Daya carries herself with a certain carefree air. While she is easy enough on the eyes, she lacks the refined grace and powdered beauty of noble ladies, looking every bit like the lower borough wench that she is. Her figure is ordinary, the product of a life without excess, but she bears it with a breezy ease that manages to catch the eye. She is most often found wearing the trappings of a barmaid, and her glib, shallow charm is right at home in the taverns. + |
| Dayton Grace + | Dayton is blessed when it comes to his appearance, as many who inhabit Arx are. Atop his head sits a wild mop of curly blonde hair that falls to just barely graze the top of sinewed shoulders, outer strands kissed by the sun to a golden blonde while the depths of the roots seem to be more of a fair brown which also carried the the perpetual layer of thick stubble that graced his features. His gaze is a pale green reminiscent of the shallows of Stormward during the summer months when the algae is thick and it stains the throng of the tide pools that hide in nooks throughout the island's coast. He was of average height and build for a Stormward man, his figure lean but muscled from years of manual labor. + |
| Deacon Pateris + | Deacon is a tall man in the earlier part of his thirties. He has dark brown hair of medium length that curls at the ends and deep brown eyes to match. His skin is a sun-darkened olive, but not entirely blemish free. His hands are well-manicured, but not without their callouses and scars. A small raised line of scar tissue also shows itself under the light stubble of his cleft chin. Smile lines have begun to appear along with thin lines of barely-noticable silver in his hair. He has a very animated way about him and he seems to express himself with the entirety of his body. + |
| Decius Meridius + | Decius stands 6' tall and has a rather impressive physique, beyond lean yet not too much into the bulk one would see if a heavy weapon was their preference. His skin is the color of rich coffee. He does have a neatly trimed beard which adds to his rakish charm. His heard is not rush short, but it is on the short side and neatly kept as well. There are tiny forge burns about his arms, as one would expect in his given profession. His hands have thick calusses from working with tools day and day out. + |
| Declan Tyde + | There is a masculine beauty to Declan's face, but a remote, forbidding one; his features are a cast of good looks chiseled from marble, and a tall frame cut with compact muscle -- the promise of strength, a weapon held in abeyance. His hair is jet, waving across a forehead faintly lined from the stern frown in frequent residence. Eyes ice-pale in the looming shadows of his thick, dark brows render his gaze as cold and remote as a mountain glacier. + |
| Deimos + | The absence of a left eye only calls attention to the intensity of this aging man's gaze, a leather patch sealing away the offending wound like a tomb. In the murky depths of his sharp stare lies a cunning mind at work. His tall stature and steel poise are marked by a limping gait, often aided by a cane that grants the sea dog an air of refinement. Far from frail, broad shoulders and strong arms defy time's attempts to catch up with him, though gray has begun to streak through thick hair once as proud and dark as a pirate's black banner. + |
| Delfina Darkwater + | Lanky and graceful in the way of someone who knows what her body is capable of, Delfina projects a warm confidence in everything she undertakes. Dark, brown hair tumbles just past her strong shoulders in waves, occasional flashes of silver hiding in the darker spill. Curiosity and wit sparkle in her blue-gray eyes, and determination is evident in the set of her squared, angled jawline. Quick, expressive hands and agile limbs imply years spent in physical pursuits and being used to travel. + |
| Delia Whisper + | Few Courtiers can be described as 'cute' or 'adorable'. Delia not only embodies these qualities, but makes them her own unique whisper brand. Fiery red hair falls in delightful curls, normally kept up with a few ringlets framing her round cheeks. A little button nose and a dash of freckles across her face enhance her charming vigor. Deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief and delight, and her lush lips always seem to smile and laugh with a vitality all their own. Her figure is pleasantly curvaceous, and her tiny frame suits it well. Her emotions always seem to be of the effervescent variety, and she takes great care to always seem positive. + |
| Delilah Shepherd + | Delilah is a beautiful woman to behold and her appearance seems to be an adventure in itself. Her hair is the color of golden toffee and flows over her shoulders in gentle curls, pooling against her back. Thick bangs rest over chiseled eyebrows, and her bright cobalt eyes are fringed with long lashes. Her soft cupid's bow lips are usually pulled into a neutral line, but occasionally the corners upturn into a faint grin or smirk, and more rarely into a warm smile. Her fair complexion glows with the vigor of youth, kissed lightly by the sun and wind. She is tall and svelte, possessing notably long legs and graceful curves, though her attire tends to favor practicality over accentuating her attractive features. + |
| Delilah Whitehawk + | Delilah is a beautiful woman to behold and her appearance seems to be an adventure in itself. Her hair is the color of golden toffee and flows over her shoulders in gentle curls, pooling against her back. Thick bangs rest over chiseled eyebrows, and her bright cobalt eyes are fringed with long lashes. Her soft cupid's bow lips are usually pulled into a neutral line, but occasionally the corners upturn into a faint grin or smirk, and more rarely into a warm smile. Her fair complexion glows with the vigor of youth, kissed lightly by the sun and wind. She is tall and svelte, possessing notably long legs and graceful curves, though her attire tends to favor practicality over accentuating her attractive features. + |
| Demura Lyonesse + | Just above average height, Demura is a woman of strength. Strength of build, strength of character, even her expression is one of iron will and determination. A true warrior woman, she has a compact build that allows her subtle curves to enhance the grace of her toned musculature. She has a wealth of shoulder length, glossy brown hair with golden streaks franted by the sun, giving those locks a bronzed look. Her skin has a tawny appearance, sun-kissed and tanned, marred here and there by the slightly paler lines of scars earned in battle. That she has only a few speaks to her prowess. With high cheekbones and a straight, patrician nose, her full mouth gives her a classic beauty tempered by a strong jaw and serious expression. + |
| Denica Thrax + | A tousle of rich, ink-dark hair swirls to her waist in satin waves, swept away from the column of her throat to curl over her shoulder. Set beneath high, arched brows, her almond eyes smolder with the hue and depth of a raw sapphire, fringed in black velvet lashes. The pallor of her fair skin seems lit from within, aglow in the blossom of her cheeks. Her lips pronounce a fine bow, the pink of a shell. Smooth angles refine the contour of her face, from the sculpt of cheekbone, to nose, to jawline, soft with youth. Dainty in stature, her slim hourglass figure blooms at the curve of hip and bust, imbued throughout with a flowing grace. + |
| Deoiridh Unknown + | This slender woman strikes a carefree or perhaps negligent figure to most onlookers, possessed of youthful years and middling height, pale-skinned with keen eyes of grey; her hair of vibrant crimson often abandoned to unkempt disarray. Hers is an aquiline visage, unadorned save the esoteric and gruesome display of criss-crossing scars and convolutions of runes; a plethora of tribal inscriptions which reticulate across her face and figure in equal measure, depicting Shav'arvani symbolism. The most prominent of the design is a two-headed viper coiling around her neck, black burn scars serving as its outline whilst white hues of ink portray a seeming mirror-like hide. It appears to be devouring its own tail, whilst its remaining head slithers its way below, disappearing from sight into the concealed parts of her wiry frame. + |
| Derovai Voss + | Of a middling height at five foot ten, Derovai is confidently comfortable in every inch of himself. Dark, disheveled hair, a shadow of stubble across his strong jaw, and striking blue eyes lend to the Oathlander a mien of a mysterious nature. + |
| Desiree Wyrmguard + | Sun kissed wisps of morning mist coalesce into the white gold locks of Desiree's tresses, always coifed into artistic perfection. A sweet face, full of laughs and looks bring life to the Valardin beauty. Deep sapphire eyes, like the azure waters of the sea hold promise of delights and intrigue, whether the young woman laughs or scowls, equal in their ferocity. All feminine curves and lines, some whisper that the gods sent Desiree to remind the Valardin people why they hold chivalry in such esteem. Her laugh can outshine a city, and charm with barely a chuckle. + |
| Desma Magnotta + | A captivating blend of quiet command, confidence and a certain invincible, unconquerable air embraces the essence of this young woman. Standing at a height of around five foot eight, everything about her commands attention; from the set of her brow and shoulders, to the mass of dark hair that falls to the small of her back. Her smile, when shown, is vibrant and alive, and her complexion bears testament to her southern heritage; rich and warm with a smattering of freckles. Military training has blessed her with a frame that's slender yet strong, and she carries herself with sinuous grace. + |
| Destin Saltshore + | Somewhat on the short side, Destin is a broad, stocky man with a powerful build. He manages to loom in spite of his lack of height, a combination of his broad-shoulders and the gravitas of a man approaching his middle years. The Islander keeps his black hair cut short, and his beard shaven clean most of the time, though he can often be seen with stubble on his chin later in the day. Striking gray eyes are typically alert, watching his surroundings. + |
| Deva Redrain + | Wild, untamed, beautiful -- whether discussing the woman's fiery red hair or her temperament, Deva cannot be easily mistaken or forgotten. Fierce green eyes flare with mischief and challenge in equal parts, expressive and captivating. Her slender body is honed for speed and strength, with the long and toned limbs of a dancer. She moves with more predatory grace than a proper woman might, and she often stands in an indolent posture, not bothering to hide her natural disdain of convention. Her thick, vividly crimson hair is usually loose or in practical styles; she seems to have little patience for enduring endless hours of styling to achieve the perfect coiffure. Years spent away from court have sharpened an already rough edge, made evident in the volatile intensity of her gaze, the striking angularity of her face, and the unique collection of scars not always hidden from plain view. Around her left wrist is a vibrant tattoo of flickering flames: red and orange spikes and peaks, in a seamless wall of painted fire under her skin. + |
| Deva Velenosa + | Wild, untamed, beautiful -- whether discussing the woman's fiery red hair or her temperament, Deva cannot be easily mistaken or forgotten. Fierce green eyes flare with mischief and challenge in equal parts, expressive and captivating. Her slender body is honed for speed and strength, with the long and toned limbs of a dancer. She moves with more predatory grace than a proper woman might, and she often stands in an indolent posture, not bothering to hide her natural disdain of convention. Her thick, vividly crimson hair is usually loose or in practical styles; she seems to have little patience for enduring endless hours of styling to achieve the perfect coiffure. Years spent away from court have sharpened an already rough edge, made evident in the volatile intensity of her gaze, the striking angularity of her face, and the unique collection of scars not always hidden from plain view. Around her left wrist is a vibrant tattoo of flickering flames: red and orange spikes and peaks, in a seamless wall of painted fire under her skin. + |
| Dianara Whisper + | Since joining the Whispers in her youth, Dianara has always been a pretty wren amongst a flock of swans. While her face and figure are undeniably pleasing, she is no breathtaking beauty, but, as she's grown older, her bearing and manner have acquired a certain dignity that seems to make her appear more attractive than her physical features suggest. Warmth and gentle humor radiate from her blue eyes and wry smile. + |
| Dianna Mazetti + | Like most women of the Lyceum, Dianna possesses a sultry air about her. Her hair, which is always perfectly coiffed, is of a dark brown. Sharply defined brows arch expressively over her eyes, which are an exotic amber color. Life spent beneath the rich sun of the Lyceum has left her skin a warm bronze hue, while her years of training as a glaivedancer have awarded her with a sinuous frame, more apt to bend with the wind than stand taut against a storm. She is, of course, beautiful. But then, no one would deny that now, would they? + |
| Diego Leary + | Diego takes good care of his looks: painstakingly groomed dark hair, with a long forelock that he must sometimes toss out of his eyes, with a polished-looking black goatee and mustache; neat, carefully ordered fingernails on his large, strong hands; good posture and a controlled grace about the way he moves. His eyes are warm and dark, a soft, liquid brown beneath long eyelashes. His eyebrows are neat and black. His shoulders are broad, his waist narrow, his legs long, and his manner of dress excruciatingly sartorially effective. + |
| Dierdre Fallow + | An imposing women with pale golden tan skin the color of sun-paled wheat. With piercing hazel eyes framed by thick black lashes she stares out at the world. As mercurial as her personality those eyes can shift from gold to green, depending on her mood. High cheek bones and pointed chin can give her face a very menacing cast. But it also gives her face a stark beauty, especially framed with the page-boy cut of her dark black hair. Tall for a woman she is also obviously strong and well muscled from years being a soldier. + |
| Dimitri Velenosa + | Inky black hair hangs in loose waves to about his chin, his sideburns stretching down along the pale skin of his face and then covering his jawline with a long, lush beard that is kept neatly combed and oiled. Dark brown eyes are bright and expressive, watchful and alert. While tall in nature, coming in at about six foot one, his stature is far from intimidating, for he's far more wiry then muscled and it's his hands that are his most distinguishing feature, with long and nimble fingers that would make some think 'artist' when they see them. + |
| Dino Corsetina + | Dino carries with him the same traits as most of the Corsetina: his long hair is dark, his eyes are of some poisonous shade of green and the tan on his sunburnt skin shows an allegiance to the southern waters of Arvum. Where he is different than most of them is how friendly the young man is, lacking the sharpness of the rest of his family and replacing it with winsome charisma that can be infectious at time. As one of the youngest members of his family Dino seems to embody what passes for innocence in the Corsetina. + |
| Dio Seraceni + | He is slightly over average height, with a physique composed of lean muscle. His hair is a lustrous black, and his eyes a dark but vibrant shade of brown. A scar marks the lower right side of his cheek and jaw, creating a memorable fishhook pattern causing a subtle break in his beard. Like the sea, his expressions are sometimes fierce and full of wrath, and other times serene. Something in his eyes always seems to suggest a depth and vastness like that of the waters over which he's prone to sail. + |
| Dion Navegant + | Tall, rugged and handsome with a confident bearing, he's the quintessential silver fox. A born troublemaker and heartbreaker aged to perfection with the rough edges of youth polished smooth by the slow abrasion of time and experience. His short tousled hair, once dark, is now more silver than not and his skin well tanned and weathered from a life spent outdoors. Despite his age, he retains a carefree and jovial air, with his whiskey brown eyes often dancing with mischief and his easy smiles flashed with little reserve. + |
| Dismas Scratch + | Tall and wiry, Dismas walks with his head held high, a square set to his lean shoulders. His long, angular face tells a story, one of a fighter who's had to work for every scrap he's ever earned: full lips naturally turn down at the corners; his prominent nose bears a scar where it was clearly broken; his chin juts out often in habitual defiance of his lot in life. He maintains a clean cut to his dark brown hair, often pushed back and away from his face, his direct green-eyed gaze unhidden. + |
| Dmitry Grimhall + | An older, weathered warrior, Duke Dmitry Grimhall still has the powerful build that made him fearsome on the field. With a hardlined face seemingly set in a perpetual slight frown, the man's rough hewn face has a grim austerity to it that all but dares someone to attempt to flatter it. + |
| Doll + | This is a striking, hard-bodied specimen of a young woman in her late teens. Crowned in long, straight falls of black hair so dark and colorless it could only resemble a moonless night, she gazes out from amidst with eyes of a cold silver-grey. Smooth with youth and pale of flesh, her face might seem delicately feminine but for the marks of bladework in the forms of two long, deep scars on the left side of her face - one vertical, just outside her eye socket, and another intersecting it in a line almost perfectly across the ridge of her cheekbone. Her small upturned nose has a bump that makes it seem once-broken, but somehow the healthy pink bow of lips has gone unmarred, together with the narrow tip of her chin and her slender jawline doing some part to distract from past wounds. Despite youth, the lavish curves of her chest and her very defined figure alike show that her womanhood's in full bloom, her body supple with muscle from her able shoulders and solid arms to her sleek, taut waist, firm round rear, and the long, tightly-muscled legs that carry her. + |
| Doll Crown + | This is a striking, hard-bodied specimen of a young woman in her late teens. Crowned in long, straight falls of black hair so dark and colorless it could only resemble a moonless night, she gazes out from amidst with eyes of a cold silver-grey. Smooth with youth and pale of flesh, her face might seem delicately feminine but for the marks of bladework in the forms of two long, deep scars on the left side of her face - one vertical, just outside her eye socket, and another intersecting it in a line almost perfectly across the ridge of her cheekbone. Her small upturned nose has a bump that makes it seem once-broken, but somehow the healthy pink bow of lips has gone unmarred, together with the narrow tip of her chin and her slender jawline doing some part to distract from past wounds. Despite youth, the lavish curves of her chest and her very defined figure alike show that her womanhood's in full bloom, her body supple with muscle from her able shoulders and solid arms to her sleek, taut waist, firm round rear, and the long, tightly-muscled legs that carry her. + |
| Dominic Thrax + | Glorious streaks of gold mop frayed from his bulbous nose as a thick mustache laid atop a great mass of blond beard knotted archaic to a braid that hung upon his maned chest. His hair flowed from scalp like streaks of bright lightning against his broad shoulders and flashed like piercing flame when lit by day. So tremblingly green were his eyes that their color seemed to whisk, gaseous, like smoke-filled bombs of berserker rage. + |
| Dominique Wyrmguard + | More strong than beautiful, Dominique's appeal comes from an overwhelming sense of purpose about her. Her ebon black hair often is kept back in a severe braid, enhancing the sharp lines of her jaw and cheekbones. Intense blue eyes, the color of the summer sky, miss little and can inspire faith or terror, depending on the emotion behind them. Of an average height, she often fills more space with her sheer presence than her smaller frame allows. In public, she always seems stoic and calm, her movements graceful and sure, but in private during unguarded moments, one can see her severity fade into a good humored young woman or catch a hint of the weariness she hides so well. + |
| Domonico Magnotta + | The man stands just a hair's breadth under six feet and his weathered, tan skin is a telltale to the man's history. Like many of the Malvici family, Domonico has aristocratic features that point to a man of fine breeding. His blue eyes are dark wells that compliment the darker shades of his hair and the structure of his face. His body looks like he, as most of the family, has spent a lot of time in combat training and in hard work. There is little excess left over for the man who looks like he could sweep the room with a blade or a lass off her feet. + |
| Domonico Malvici + | The man stands just a hair's breadth under six feet and his weathered, tan skin is a telltale to the man's history. Like many of the Malvici family, Domonico has aristocratic features that point to a man of fine breeding. His blue eyes are dark wells that compliment the darker shades of his hair and the structure of his face. His body looks like he, as most of the family, has spent a lot of time in combat training and in hard work. There is little excess left over for the man who looks like he could sweep the room with a blade or a lass off her feet. + |
| Donaldo Velenosa + | Tall, dark and handsome, he presents the temptation trifecta. His shape is lean with muscles built in the wild, not unlike a big cat in his build and graceful nature. His eyes, a shade near honey in nature, only add to his feline appearance the way they move to observe everything but seem to care about nothing. His dark hair is kept short, his beard the same, so that he doesn't have to style them since he apparently cannot be bothered. His voice bucks the trend, his volume usually soft though his tone is a powerful low rumble that seems to carry throughout a room despite normally escaping in a hush. + |
| Donato Inverno + | Naturally golden skin has been darkened from years of exposure to the sun and sea, a few lines are evident at the corners of his eyes from squinting for years against the glare of the sun off the water. Brown hair is dark, and forgotten about unless reminded to care about his general state of appearance. He has perfected the artfully casual look of someone that can be anywhere, do anything, and be around almost anyone without having to alter the unkempt nature of his hair and posture. + |
| Donella Redrain + | A striking woman with ivory skin and hair dark as a raven's wing. She carries herself with a quiet strength. Her eyes are a deep beryl blue that gives little away, except the suggestion of a nimble intelligence; thoughts swimming behind her gaze like shadowy leviathans turning in the depths of the ocean. + |
| Donella Thrax + | A striking woman with long tresses that are as dark as a raven's wing. She carries herself with a quiet strength that pervades every fiber of her being, confident and light-footed, but also discreet. She eschews the flashy frivolity of many Arvani noblewomen with a personal style both modest and tailored to display not only wealth, but taste in how her winsome frame is displayed or concealed. Her eyes are a deep beryl blue that gives little away, except the suggestion of a nimble intelligence; thoughts swimming behind her gaze like shadowy leviathans turning in the depths of the ocean. + |
| Donovan Grayson + | The features of this man, when set apart and studied, are handsome by nature; a strong set jaw as a foundation for an otherwise masculine, narrow structure. His brows are fine above his not-too-sharp nose, and grey-blue eyes beneath that hold calculating vision. He has a full mouth that might well smile dashingly if, at all, Donovan Grayson ever smiled. All of these features together though are held in a stern, unyielding regard that offsets any sort of appeal; like the way his lips pull to a tight line more often not and his brows furrow so often they might well have permanent marks between them. The depth of his olive complexion might herald from a mix of southern blood amidst his common Grayson features, and his voice has a natural baritone depth that issues authority. Donovan's build is that of a lean runner; a man kept fit by choice rather through labour or vocation. He is a man that could disappear in a crowd as easily as his tone and manner could leave him standing out in one. + |
| Donrai Thrax + | In his youth, portraits were painted of Donrai Thrax frequently, as is expected for the handsome young scion of one of the five great houses. They all showed a strikingly handsome man, of smooth skin and sharp features, but not in one case did any of those portraits succeed in making the attractive man look truly welcoming. His deep blue eyes always looked just a touch too cold, and the thin, cruel line of his lips never threatening to turn into a smile, every portrait presented austere dignity with just a hint of menace. And that's precisely how the vain, old man prefers to be remembered now. Prince Donrai Thrax has not been seen without a mask in public in years. Concealed head to toe, typically in plate mail and carried in a litter due to his advanced age, the prince refuses to permit anyone to see the extent of his aged infirmity. But those deep blue eyes are still as cold as always. + |
| Dora Malvici + | This may be one of the tallest women in Arvum. Standing at nearly seven feet tall she has to stoop to go through most doorways. Long of leg, obviously, and limb she has a litheness to her that is hard to hide. There is no hiding her figure either. She has broad shoulders and hips and is endowed to go with her height. Everything seems to be in nice proportion, with her having that slight thickness that tells of always having a full belly and then some. And maybe even a sweet tooth. Blond hair falls thick and wavy well past her shoulders. Yet the dark roots perhaps tell a secret. Beneath the primped falls of her hair are icey blue eyes. Upturned slightly they are thick with dark lashes that make her eyes pop. Round and full lips fill out an oval face. + |
| Dorian Champions + | Dorian wears his straight, sandy hair long. Too long by half, by the measure of any proper Valardin knight. Despite how much he fits the type - lanky and agile, with a very white smile and blond good looks - Dorian is no knight, and happily dresses and grooms himself to drive that point home. He often keeps a scruff of equally-sandy stubble on his strong chin, and his darker, thick brows just provide convenient shadows for his light hazel eyes to twinkle out of when he's displaying that side-cocked smirk. + |
| Drake Wyrmguard + | Lean and athletic, the young man standing here is a prime example of youthful exuberance. His waist is narrow and shoulders broad in that V shaped torso that comes from regular exercise, the slimness of youth and the define musculature to match. A curly mop of finger length brown hair sits on top of his head with natural cowlick and waves that keep it out of a boyishly cute face. Eyes the same shade as his hair are bright and light up even more when he gives an easy, straight toothed smile. + |
| Draven Bruvir + | This young man looks to be around his late teens or early twenties, with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. His hair is trimmed at the sides and back and a bit longer on top, where the wavy hair twists and spikes up in utter chaos. His face is slender and angular, not unlike his lean and small frame. His chin is narrow and almost tapered with a small but some would say charming smile. His ears are of typical proportions though his lobes are slightly large. Often he is dirty with soot and the smells of off chemicals echoing around him. {w({nThe foul scent of some sharp, bitter alchemical products waft viciously off of the young Alchemist. Streaks of some black powder are smeared along his cheeks, hands and arms.{w){n + |
| Drea Redrain + | Wild, untamed, elegant, stoic, awe-inspiring. Few combine all such things as well as Lady Drea Redrain. To some, their first impression is of a wild savage matron, with steel grey hair pulled back, adorned with twigs and leaves. Upon closer look, the adornments are carefully crafted to honor nature spirits, almost playful in appearance. Her severe blue eyes are sharp and wise, and her expressions range from fierce and deadly to motherly and kind. She has the tall, strong build of a seasoned warrior, barely touched by age, though rarely does she flatter her femininity, keeping to modest and practical styles. She moves with purpose and an aura of pure strength, leaving even her detractors with a sense of awe and respect. + |
| Drifa Seraceni + | Drifa's looks are very true to her prodigal roots. She keeps her brown hair wild and it spills to the middle of her back. She is broad-shouldered, toned, and by the look of her, physically-capable. Her blue eyes are often hidden with the dark war paint she keeps upon her face, which bares a tanned complexion. Something about her presence seems to exude an underlying fierceness. + |
| Driskell Stillwater + | A rugged man hewn of the weathered golden cliffs and constantly changing sand dunes of the Saffron Chains, he is equal for resilience and fine grain under the fissures and cracks. Nearly six feet of hardened, compact muscle on his lean frame, combined with efficient, spare movements, project more a soldier's bearing even when he is in court attain. Often quiet, his voice is smooth, low although the occasional dry wit can nearly be caustic in tone. Ramrod posture and a precise, ground-eating gait do not weaken the impression. He wears duty well as Thraxan men do, attaining dignity with the years. White and gray bleaches loose blonde hair and his groomed goatee, but responsibility rests in the deep furrows between his straight eyebrows. Few lines groove under his piercing golden eyes or adjacent his long, thin nose and rare moments of levity completely transform his angular features with an inner fervor. His goatee trims his broad mouth, lending a slightly roguish cast. A smattering of permanent scars and nicks litter his tanned skin, a testament of willing sacrifices for his employers. + |
| Drusila + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Drusila Masque + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Drusila Pravi + | Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control. + |
| Duarte Amadeo + | A handsome man with an unblemished caramel complexion and mysterious dark eyes, everything about Duarte Amedeo seems perfectly polished. His teeth are perfectly straight, his eyebrows perfectly neat, his fingernails perfectly clipped. Never the slightest bit of dirt or hint of imperfection seems to ever mar his skin or clothing. His dark hair is kept stylishly short and a faintly amused smile seems to ever-linger on his lips. + |
| Duarte Amedeo + | A handsome man with an unblemished caramel complexion and mysterious dark eyes, everything about Duarte Amedeo seems perfectly polished. His teeth are perfectly straight, his eyebrows perfectly neat, his fingernails perfectly clipped. Never the slightest bit of dirt or hint of imperfection seems to ever mar his skin or clothing. His dark hair is kept stylishly short and a faintly amused smile seems to ever-linger on his lips. + |
| Dulcinea Telmar + | Dulcinea is slender, small, and gracefully made. It's the grace that makes her seem more than she is -- not a little thing, freckled and skinny, but enchanting to the eye. She's pale but sun-kissed; that flirtation with the star of day has brought out a faint constellation of freckles across her nose. Her nose is a touch short, upturned and impish; her mouth is wide, expressive bow; her brow is clear and high. Dark, dramatic eyebrows arch over large, feline eyes of startling cerulean blue; her lashes are so thick, her eyes appear rimmed with kohl. Dark chestnut hair flies in wild waves and curls when unbound, and when bound seeks to escape such an outrage at every opportunity. Her chin... well, it's a bit pointy. If that's the worst that can be said for her? She's a fetching specimen of a lass. + |
| Duncan Hawkmour + | Hawkish. Duncan has the characteristic intense blue eyes and dark brown hair with golden highlights that marks the Hawkmour's. A man with an athletic build, broad shoulders and a trim waistline, he's fit and a commanding presence in any room when he chooses. His generally stern expression combined with those eyes is quite reminiscent of the Gyrfalcon that is his House's emblem. + |
| Dusa Iaso + | Soft, warm-toned sepia skin colors the dainty frame of this person. Most of the fat distribution seems focused on the lower body, affording some healthy curves, but leaving the upper with a flat chest and thin arms that end in delicate fingers. Wavy black hair frames the head, with almond-shaped hazel eyes painted upon the face with high-arched eyebrows above. Heavy eyelashes afford an almost constant aloof expression. + |
| Dustin Nidhogg + | A man shorter than his kin, with a compact and muscular frame that accentuates his profession as someone who carries heavy things and works with his arms all day. His skin is alabaster when clean but turns ash from working in the mines. Sunken light ashen gray eyes peer through bony facial features. His face free from the distraction of hair because his coal colored hair is kept shaved to the skin on the sides with a mound that ties into a small tail on the top of his head. Despite good hygiene, there is always dirt under his nails. + |
| Dycard Blackshore + | Lord Dycard Blackshore is a force of nature that just draws the eye when he walks in the room. The few scars he bears do nothing to take away from the chiseled jaw and noble features. Clearly this man spends more time in the sun than indoors because his sun-touch skin glimmers with vitality. His body is lean, muscled and has not a shred of fat. Ladies and men alike will find appeal in this one, as his wandering Cerulean eyes do not discriminate. There's a fine steel to his tone that's layered underneath the demeanor of a courtier as if his survival was hard won. + |
| Dylan Coldrain + | Tall, slender and muscular are terms coined for describing this man. He is clearly use to working and the build of the ma shows it. His face, though slightly weathered from the sun, is quite handsome. From the squareness of his jaw to his aquiline nose and well shaped lips. His eyes are a storm grey and his skin a tanned hue. His powerful build is complimented by a booming voice. + |
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| Eamon Darkwater + | A long, narrow and oval face, contoured pleasantly and topped with a crown of short-cropped, dark, curly hair dominate this man's features. Below his brow, eyes colored a few shades lighter brown than his skin stand sit prominently. The skin itself is darker than most, nearly a true black, the man or his heritage clearly coming from the Isles and somewhere with an incredible amount of sun, at that. A few thin scars mar the complexion, the peach color looking white in contrast, but none seem too damaging and his physical form moves with a confident stride. + |
| Echo Redrain + | Light-footed and with a slender frame, Echo doesn't stick out in a more traditional sense. Her snow white hair cascades to her shoulders and matches the overall coolness of her appearance. Pale skin with contrasting dark eyebrows and curled lashes make for an alluring beauty, accentuated by a body with generous curves and full lips that often pull into a wide smile. Echo often laments that her keen gray eyes and solemn features tend to make most others think twice about talking to her. Something about her intimidates despite her affable nature and generous personality. The cold gaze usually wouldn't last long as Echo is a very expressive woman: Wide hand gestures, telling eyes, constant shifts in her posture, and the occasional rosiness to her cheeks make her an easy read. There is a youthfulness to her entirety; big eyes, a round face, short stature, and a vibrant tone that can immediately shift to whatever suits the situation best. + |
| Ectorion Valardin + | Slender and muscular, this young man stands just over six feet in height. He has the look and bearing of a nobleman and a warrior, with sharp eyes of a deep blue shade that seem to constantly be observing the world around him. His hair is very fine, a pale blonde in color and straight, worn a bit longer in the front but more trimmed on the sides and back. His expression tends to be stern and focused, and he moves with a sense of purpose in all he does. + |
| Edain Valardin + | Handsome, square-jawed and broad shouldered, Edain fits all the dimensions of a knight that has stepped of the pages of a story book. It almost serves to make him disinteresting, if aesthetically pleasing to look at. He has taken to wearing a full, but neatly groomed beard and moustache to banish the youthful cast from his face, the strong lines of which he attempts to always hold in an expressionless mask. Despite this, it is rare that his hazel eyes do not betray him and his emotions. {w({nFor casual business in the city of Arx, Edain frequently wears plain but well-made silks without ostentation. He always wears the tabard of a Valardin knight, and could almost be mistaken for your average, ordinary, run-of-the-mill knight on any given day.{w){n + |
| Edda Greenwood + | Towering and thickly built, with muscle packed onto a broad frame, her heft is impressive and her bearing one of quiet despite her sheer size. She is built for the wilds and wears the part in her movements and manner. Her skin is tanned from a steady outdoor life, weathered at the hands and feet, and scarred in several places. Intense, clear eyes of a mossy brown are set in an angular face framed by a mane of thick brown hair, oft kept braided back; her brows are level above her gaze, overhead of a long, straight nose and a wide mouth on a long, square jaw and proud chin. + |
| Eddard Clement + | A stout young man, with squared off shoulders and a bit of height to him. He has a fair complexion and excessively red hair that glows violently in the sunlight. Hair that never really settles or combs very well, just quaint curls. Grey eyes fit his face well, even if the face is a bit wider and rounder than would be classically handsome. + |
| Edelma Pierce + | Neither tiny nor enormous, Edelma is a whipcord lean but muscular figure of medium height, hardily built but supple and sinuous, with powerful arms of gleaming muscle and a strong, sculpted back. Edelma's features are a blend of delicacy and strength. Her cheek bones are high and strong, the slanted planes of her cheeks angling inward towards the narrowing curve of her chin. Her mouth is wide and full, her nose broad between large, dark eyes. Her deep, dark eyes are framed by thick lashes, beneath the arch of high, dark eyebrows. Her head is shaved close, dark curls close-cropped to closely hug the shape of her skull. Her beauty shapes itself to the elegant structure of bone and dark, smooth mahogany skin. + |
| Edith Foxwood + | Other than large, muddy-hazel eyes and expressive eyebrows, there's not that much that stands out about Edith. She's got dark brown hair that falls well past her shoulders when not bound back, thick and a little wavy. Her skin's fair like so many others, with a splash of faint freckles. She's not particularly tall, and while her build is fairly athletic she's also slender. + |
| Edris Elwood + | Tall of stature and broad of shoulder, with an athletic build and a noble bearing, this man garners a double take by most people. Anyone who gets a look at bared skin or his face will see a man transformed. Though is face retains its balance and ruggedly handsome features prior to the change, his skin is a pallet of the verdant and dark greens of forest leaves, from evergreen to deciduous. His dark hair doesn’t hide the crown of leaves that sprout from underneath it, as do little tendrils of fern like leaves here and there across his skin. Raised small brown roots crisscross his body too, like scarring patterns might be. With a society newly awakened to obvious magic, his appearance often provokes strong reactions; shock, fear or suspicion, wonder. But whether the beholder assumes corruption, inhumanity, or even something good like a potential blessing of Petrichor, it’s likely to be an unsettling one at first. + |
| Edward Redreef + | Edward is a slim fellow with an athletic runner's build. He stands about 5'5" and has dark brown hair and blue colored eyes. Long days in the sun give him a tanned or olive toned complexion. He often favors clothing in light fabrics in green and blue tone colors, and a sturdy pair of boots when needed. + |
| Edward Stormbreak + | Edward is a slim fellow with an athletic runner's build. He stands about 5'5" and has dark brown hair and blue colored eyes. Long days in the sun give him a tanned or olive toned complexion. He often favors clothing in light fabrics in green and blue tone colors, and a sturdy pair of boots when needed. + |
| Edwyn Valardin + | %THe's of the usual male Valardin stock, which is to say Edwyn is tall, broad-shouldered, fit, fair of face, and hence easy on the eyes but fairly nondescript besides. There's little scarring to be found on his fair skin, but his stride and manner is lively when demanded - rarely does his gaze seem to truly light up with enthusiasm, however. He does care enough to keep the clean, angled lines of his face free of facial hair. + |
| Egil Frost + | Long, straight filaments of spun gold are tied in a tidy topknot atop the head of a towering brute. The tie is near to the back of the man's head, which is shaved, as are the sides. Beneath a broad forehead and blond brows, icy eyes are prone to staring with calculating alertness. Stubble shrouds his facial features, and the sides and back of his head, though it is thicker in a mustache beneath his nose, and where his sideburns stretch down to meet a tuft of hair on his chin. His lips are a pensive pink aperture, prone alike to displays of confidence or cruelty. He moves with confidence and brutal efficiency, his every move calculated and deliberate. + |
| Egon Maw + | Unusually blanched skin, akin to that of bleached bone or burnished alabaster, encapsulates the strapping figure of this youth. No worry lines, cicatrices, pockmarks, or any other such significant disfigurements mark his flesh, leaving him with a strikingly clear complexion. Tumbles of champagne-blonde hair surmount his head, ending in cirrus-like tendrils that, when left to grow out, can frame his visage and reach far to his shoulders. A pair of effulgent, spectral violet eyes, set beneath finely-threaded brows, hold the world in a nebulous gaze, like bottomless pools that reflect nothing but a vacuous darkness from within the spacey apertures of his pupils. Thin, pinkish lips lay shadowed by a narrow nose. His countenance possesses the qualities of a refined patrician whilst also being imbued with certain sylphlike aspects: hard angular contours suffused with more slender features. All these facets of his physiognomy juxtapose against the decidedly brawny physique the man possesses: thewy arms, robust shoulders, sturdy chest, and a well-knit frame constitute him. + |
| Eilonwy Blackwood + | Petite, Eilonwy stands at five feet tall. Her brown hair hangs in curls to the middle of her back and frame a thin, fine boned face. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. She wears simple clothes, chemises and layered skirts with her lined, long cut vest to keep of the chill of northern weather. + |
| Eilonwy Thunderoak + | Petite, Eilonwy stands at five feet tall. Her brown hair hangs in curls to the middle of her back and frame a thin, fine boned face. A delicate nose balances full lips and large hazel eyes. She wears simple clothes, chemises and layered skirts with her lined, long cut vest to keep of the chill of northern weather. + |
| Einarr Charon + | This warrior stands 6'5" and is nearly 4 foot wide at the shoulders. He is broad and well developed. This is a person who has spent his entire life training, fighting, and working on his body. He is hirsute and has bright red hair all over his skin. His face is strong, prominent cheekbones are covered by a massive beard that runs down the front of his hide armor with a braid. His nose is wide and flat, obviously broken once, perhaps more. His hands are calloused from rough work in all manner of weather and his feet are bound in a bear hide set of boots with the fur on. He has hide armor and a battleaxe for each hand. He wares a mantle from a great Grizzly Bear as his helmet and cape. {w({nEinarr is dressed in a plain linen shirt, untied at the neck and a pair of brown hide pants. He has on his boots, black leather with steel plates on the shin, embossed with the head of a bear on each. He has his hair braided and hanging along each side of his face and chest. His beard is also braided, the braids all held with copper rings, that hangs down the center of his cheest.{w){n + |
| Eiran Laurent + | Here is a portrait of Eiran Laurent: sprawled long-limbed and flung out in an attitude of perfect despair, dark hair unkempt and limpid eyes full of deepest wist. No; here he is, lean and strong in a forward charge, a shield on one muscular arm and a mace swung up in the other, his even features written with battle-mad delight. Try again; swaying forward on his toes, mesmerized by an enchanting beauty in one face or another, his lush lips pouty with earnest need. All of these are Eiran. His dynamism is what makes him striking, rather than any perfection of his looks, which are pleasant but unremarkable -- except for the languid depths of those clear and velvet eyes. + |
| Eirene Malvici + | Time has finally caught up to this woman, the just reward for a long and full life. There's more salt than pepper to her dark hair now, with two signature white streaks framing her face. Age lines cluster around the corners of her full lips and wrinkles spider delicately outward to further accentuate her deep blue eyes, the aftereffects of decades spent smirking and narrow-gazing. Still, she's far from 'old,' and there's a visual refinement to her now that runs contrary to an otherwise oft-blunt demeanor. Her build is thin, softer than it is muscular. Her posture either slopes in lazy comfort or embodies a military-like stiffness - there's no in-between. + |
| Eirik Coldrain + | The very tall man has a large build and has similarities to a lion. His mane of brown hair with golden highlights descends to a few inches below his shoulders, he has a full, thick beard that is kept well trimmed and maintained which is also brown with blonde highlights.Dark brows hang over dark blue eyes with wisps of light gray. His sun-kissed skin indicates a man who spends at least some time outdoors. + |
| Eirlys Greenmarch + | While of a height with many men and possessed of an athletic yet unmistakably feminine frame, what draws attention to Eirlys is the way she moves. Her natural grace has more in common with a prowling forest cat than with the average noblewoman. No less distinctive are her striking ice-blue eyes, framed in a heart-shaped face that is fair of skin. Her full lips are turned up in a smile more often than not, lighting up her features. She customarily wears her raven-dark hair in a long, intricate braid that is both elegant and functional for the Greenmarch prodigal. + |
| Eithne Thornburn + | If there is a single word to describe Eithne, it is wild. From the untamed mass of russet red hair that tumbles down her back in curls and waves, to the dangerous swagger and sway of her hips, there isn't a single part of her that is subtle or calm. She is loud and proud and isn't afraid to get in someone's face when they deserve it. A small fireball just waiting to explode! Stormy grey eyes are often telling of what sort of mood Eithne will be in. Beautiful and expressive, they are framed by a thick fringe of dark lashes. Her nose is slender and straight and sits above her lush mouth; Not that it matters since she always seems to be bragging or boasting about something! She has a hearty laugh that is supposedly inherited from her father, a skilled armorer from whom she's learned her trade. Countless hours in the forge have given this vivacious woman her slender yet strong physique. While there are feminine curves in all the right places, it's the level of physical fitness she's attained that she's most proud of. + |
| Elara Helios + | Dark auburn hair would fall in waves about Elara's oval face if it weren't done up in a crown braid about her head. It also indicates that her hair is long and that, perhaps giving the coils of braid, she has never cut her hair. Her skin is a golden tan color telling of time spent in the sun. Thick lashes and dark brows frame piercing blue eyes the color of the sky. Full lips are often thinned in a scowl, but turn beautiful during a rare smile. She is tall and lithe, her movements graceful and instinctively quiet. Easily eye-level with most men she stands about 6'1". She is more willowy than athletic with a soft hourglass figure. + |
| Elara Kennex + | Dark auburn hair would fall in waves about Elara's oval face if it weren't done up in a crown braid about her head. It also indicates that her hair is long and that, perhaps giving the coils of braid, she has never cut her hair. Her skin is a golden tan color telling of time spent in the sun. Thick lashes and dark brows frame piercing blue eyes the color of the sky. Full lips are often thinned in a scowl, but turn beautiful during a rare smile. She is tall and lithe, her movements graceful and instinctively quiet. Easily eye-level with most men she stands about 6'1". She is more willowy than athletic with a soft hourglass figure. + |
| Eleanor Allenatore + | Of average height, she has the rough and tumble build of an agile, active woman. When she moves, she moves with a purpose, when she speaks her hands emphasize her words. Straw blonde hair is bleached even further from time spent outside training, and her soft brown eyes are watchful and miss nothing. She may be young but she's determined, as the set of her jaw confirms when she gets that stubborn, some say mulish look in her eyes. + |
| Eleyna Velenosa + | While Eleyna is still considered fair and delicate in coloring, with her alabaster skin and pale golden hair, she seems more substantial now than the creature of fragile beauty that arrived to Arx years ago in the wake of her aunt's death. Perhaps it is the curviness of her figure granted by the birth of her children or perhaps the gravity of her new position, but the Archduchess exudes presence whenever she walks into a room, with every half-smirk she grants or lift of her exquisitely shaped brows. + |
| Elfriede Waters + | There is a steely, ineradicable hardness entrenched upon the thin; the doe-shaped, curled and lightly squinted gaze of this Thraxian, her eyes framed in a thicket of dark eyebrows and eyelashes naturally darker than the beige blonde of her hair's coppice. Its roots are even darker still, resembling a near-black much like that of said longbrows. Her features are shaped like a heart's romanticized curl, her nosebridge lightly crooked and scarred beneath some sort of fel blow that made it askew, its surface sodden and leathery. Her lips are rosy, meagerly plump and often dry; often crusty and made unfavorable by cold and heat alike. What plumpness and stoutness once ran through her family has been attenuated beneath the life of hardship this woman has chosen to live; she's skinny - to a gaunt degree - and the leave of meat and fiber has left for a strained; an almost muscular capacity that outlined veins and bumps of lackadaisical thew spread thorough her fighting shape. Those hapless few remanded to see her bare, will find no short supply of flaws and scars marring her northern physique. + |
| Elgana Redrain + | Willowy height and long, lissome limbs are not the sole source of Elgana's easy grace; much of it comes in her controlled motion and her attention to fashion. Yet grace is hers to command in almost any situation. Loose, her hair falls to mid-back in a gleaming cascade of rich mahogany; up it piles in twists, swept back from her high cheekbones and cool, creamy skin. Her lips are full and soft, inclined to a natural, wistful pout that she can only ameliorate with deliberate smiles. Her eyes are dark and magnetic, easy to get lost in up until the point where she winks. + |
| Eliana Steinmaison + | Eliana stands at barely 5'3" in height, and wears very inexpensive, basic clothing. Her dress is a little threadworn, and her boots have tell-tale worn threads and heels. She's obviously not very wealthy. Yet, despite the lack of expense in her clothing, she has beautiful, long thick and lustrous black hair that is often bound in a single braid down the small of her back. Her eyes are a bright blue, wide with inquisitiveness and a burning curiosity at almost all times, yet always filled with a cheerful disposition and a sparkle of joy. Her body is slender, with soft curves that are more hidden than not by the loose and threadworn clothing she wears. Overall, she's a little ball of sunshine, petite and overly curious. + |
| Elias Leary + | On the taller side of average, Elias cuts a handsome figure, his frame toned from hunting and marred with the occasional biting scar. A soldier by trade, those calloused hands are ever expressive, often sweeping through the dark hair that has been grown out; usually disheveled and wild without care, unlike that of his beard -- Always neatly trimmed. Easy-going and quick to laugh, Elias is frequently seen with at least half a smile on his lips, with sharp and bright blue eyes that are just as expressive. + |
| Elio Tortorici + | A solidly built man of broad shoulders and a strong frame that moves with the slight swagger of someone used to time spent in a saddle. His skin is the olive tone frequently found among the southern Lycene isles and his dark hair and eyes serve to further give away his likely heritage. A masculine jaw is covered with a well trimmed beard and his hair equally tended to and swooped to the side to frame a handsome face. Scars are here and there along his body to mark him as a man familiar with being on the receiving end of a blade. + |
| Elise Whisper + | Tall for a woman, she is a lanky ghost of a person. Her dark red eyes contrasted against her pale visage and white hair. Despite her somewhat awkward looking frame, she moves with a certain grace. Her movements fluid and with purpose. Her face is one of youth, but her eyes show signs of experience well beyond her years. Her face has soft, feminine features, but she lacks the curves many of her gender have. Despite her tall, thin build, what muscles she has appear to be very well toned. + |
| Elisha Falle + | Thick, braided pigtails bob and sway from Elisha's head to his mid-back, though they occasionally creep in front of his skinny shoulders to jounce against his chest. His glossy black hair, however, is the healthiest-looking thing about him. His skin is pitted with the pox-scars of a childhood illness, his cheeks often flush as if with fever, and beads of perspiration commonly gather at his brow. He moves with the twitchy watchfulness of beaten dog. Despite all that, though, he's not entirely unhandsome. While his posture is usually hunched defensively, his proportions are fine--if underfed--and his smoke-stained fingers are sensitive. His eyes, though often glassy, shine with a warm brown light. His chin is strong and his lips are oddly lush on his otherwise ascetic face. + |
| Eliza Lavann + | Eliza is a pale young woman with a slender but feminine figure. But her most striking feature is her vibrant red hair, which spillis in fiery curls about her shoulders. Her attractive face is gently dusted with freckles, and her eyes are of an almost startlingly bright blue, alive with a flame of passionate curiosity about the world. + |
| Elizabetha Grayson + | Just shy of six feet, she seems to flow, languid and swanlike in motion. The lines and curves of her taut, svelte body pronounce a flawless symmetry, toned at her core and throughout her willowy limbs with the sleek muscle of a dancer. Her silken hair, the deep blonde of burnished gold, ripples down her back in a voluminous sheet to sway at the flare of her hips. Large, liquid eyes the color of cognac smolder beneath dark gold lashes and heavy lids, flecked with notes of earthy ochre in their limpid depths. Perfectly centered upon her round face, a pert nose upturns jauntily above the plush, expressive bow of her coral lips. Her ivory skin glows with a sun-suffused radiance, as a constellation of freckles drifts across her high cheekbones, down the slope of her nose, over the column of her throat and along her collarbones and shoulders. Around her left forearm from elbow to wrist twines an argent lacework of flowers and vines, the blossoms popping in pinks, blues, reds and purples. Up her right, a stranger, sharper motif of whorls and angles spirals in abstract, inked with subtle blacks and silvery whites to effect a chiaroscuro. On the nape of her neck is the silhouette of an aureate swan in flight. + |
| Elloise Leary + | There is an exuberance to Elloise than cannot be contained, her tiny form ever in motion. Dark curls spring forth from her head like an explosion and her buoyant locks bounce-bounce-bounce along because she is hardly ever at rest. Nimble and quick, she seems to always be doing ten different things at once and her pale grey eyes are wide and filled with wonder. Her features are decidedly cute -- dimpled cheeks, a button nose, cupid bow lips -- and are made all the more so by her infectious enthusiasm for, well, everything! Her eyebrows are uncommonly short though; it looks as if they have been burned off one too many times and have only grown back little more than halfway. + |
| Elloise Stormbreak + | There is an exuberance to Elloise than cannot be contained, her tiny form ever in motion. Dark curls spring forth from her head like an explosion and her buoyant locks bounce-bounce-bounce along because she is hardly ever at rest. Nimble and quick, she seems to always be doing ten different things at once and her pale grey eyes are wide and filled with wonder. Her features are decidedly cute -- dimpled cheeks, a button nose, cupid bow lips -- and are made all the more so by her infectious enthusiasm for, well, everything! Her eyebrows are uncommonly short though; it looks as if they have been burned off one too many times and have only grown back little more than halfway. + |
| Elonso Pravus + | Slight of frame and narrow of hip, there's something bendy as a willow wand about Elonso's graceful carriage and long, elegant hands. Long, wavy hair falls in a black cascade to just above his shoulders, framing the angles and planes of his cheeks and partly obscuring the shells of his ears. His lush lips are mobile and expressive, full and soft, beneath a neat black mustache and above a landscaped black goatee. His eyes are liquid brown, their hue somewhere between whiskey and chocolate, and by far his best weapon. His looks suggest an ingenuous youth, an openness and a sharing warmth that gleams in those liquid brown eyes. + |
| Elora Ravenseye + | Elora is the image of soft femininity, with dark blue eyes and a warm, expressive mouth. Ivory skin is accented with long, pale gold curls that are often unbound, falling to just above the woman's waist. She stands around five foot four with an exaggerated hourglass figure, shoulders matching her wide, rounded hips. + |
| Elora Whitehawk + | Elora is the image of soft femininity, with dark blue eyes and a warm, expressive mouth. Ivory skin is accented with long, pale gold curls that are often unbound, falling to just above the woman's waist. She stands around five foot four with an exaggerated hourglass figure, shoulders matching her wide, rounded hips. + |
| Elpenor Ru-Taul + | Is a tall man. He has long blond hair that is a bright gold. He is covered in scars both from his past as a thrall and his work as a pirate. He is muscular from his work on a ship and from using longbow with a heavy draw that he uses to shoot long distance from ship to ship. He has a tattoo of a wolf head on his back that him and his crew all have as mark of service to the ship. + |
| Elrych Holzfahller + | Piercing blue eyes accented by dark brows. They are cold and calculating. Long dark hair of raven black, slightly yet naturally curly which cusps his strong and angular face. He is massive, both in height and muscle. A man who is clearly a warrior of some kind and has scars to prove it. His skin is white, almost pale, covered in scars here and there. There are a number of tribal marking, tattoo's on his arms indicating a possible exotic ethnicity or culture. + |
| Elsa Shepherd + | Elsa is a handsome woman, filled with a warmth and vibrancy that lends her a youthful air. A love of the outdoors has enhanced her complexion, granting her a tawny golden tan and a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. A crop of thick dark hair tinged with the faintest hints of dark auburn cascades in loose waves and curls to just below her shoulders. Eyes with a vaguely catlike slant to them are a vibrant forest green dappled with flecks of gold and ringed by the same, making them seem to almost glow in certain lights. Her figure is compact, athletic, and lithely muscled; a woman far more suited to the wilds, though she wears the silks of her station well and without complaint. + |
| Elsbetta Farshaw + | Tiny and russet haired Lady Elsbetta cuts a stately figure. Her eyes are a cerulean blue that shine with a determined warmth and are framed by raven dark lashes. Her mouth is wide and her lips often curled halfway into a pleasant, pragmatic smile. Though small there is a sense of presence to her that makes one take notice of her. Elsbetta's posture is upright and unbending. She takes great care of her appearance; always clean, her hair always in perfect fashion however it is styled. Never a hair out of place. Never a smudge of dirt on her skin. She is the picture of an dignified noble woman. + |
| Elyid Acheron + | A dense crown of thick dark hair shines atop Elyid's head, fanning voluminously upward as would a halo. His light brown complexion grows richer with exposure to the sun, as does his general demeanor. Often self-styled with tasteful incorporations of bone, feather, and fur, this young nobleman embodies a controlled type of wilderness, a youthful Northern ferocity that's been focused and is betrayed only in the briefest flashes of his eyes. + |
| Elyse Crown + | Elyse is a little over average height, but she's whip-cord thin and lithe enough that the height is often overlooked. Her skin is pale, although frequently her cheeks are sunburned from exposure to too much light. Wide blue eyes are often dancing merrily with some joke or another, amusement at the world and all that is within it a hallmark of her very personality. The crowning jewel of her appearance is the long, thick dark red hair that has very obviously been well kept, and tends to be brushed back from her face. + |
| Elysio Forza + | As lovely as the heavens for which he was named, Elysio's gaze is easily one of the most pleasing things about him. Framed by long feminine eyelashes, his green eyes are flecked with swirls of bronze. The curve of his mouth is unguarded. His cheeks are high and wide, the slope of his nose is flat, and his complexion carries the heat of summer even in the dead of winter. His dark hair is just long enough to be unruly in the breeze. Build lean, he holds himself with the quiet of contentment: not inclined to bristle or posture in response to a threat, but rather to bend. The young man's formative years spent living on the Oathlands-Lyceum cusp are brought to life in his armor, augmented by strips of flowing silk and daringly placed panels of exposed tan skin. + |
| Emara Grayhope + | Emara grew up from a skinny kid into a woman with a body shaped by hard work and travel, though not without curves to add a little interest. Long, dark hair is usually tied back in a braid to keep out of her face and there is a perpetually world weary expression in her dark eyes, as if bracing herself for whatever trouble someone is going to give her next. Her olive toned skin bears a few tattoos, which indicate that she's perhaps wandered into unconventional territory in her travels around the Compact. + |
| Ember Redleaf + | One might initially look at Ember and underestimate her, a tiny and petite woman, but close examination shows a frightening look in her eyes. Fiery, passionate, and completely unabashed, her style of dress is often very unlady-like, and her posture the same. Having a fair share of scars from battles fought, she seems to inspire fear in the hearts of the men and women who stand beside her, as much as loyalty. + |
| Ember Redreef + | Official portraits of Countess Ember Redreef show a woman with sun-bronzed skin, dark hair, and amber eyes, an athletic figure with a scar on her left cheek and a baleful glare. To see her in person, without her armor or cloak hiding her from view, one would be forgiven for thinking that this is not the same creature. Broadly shaped like a human, Ember's skin is a deep red, and her hair is as white as pristine snow. Her eyes are solid yellow in color and literally glow in the darkness. Large, long ears come to knife-tip points. Her fingers and toes end in brutal claws, and her teeth are sharpened, with visible fangs. A thick, long tail sways behind her, its top edge ridged with low nubs of bone emerging just past the surface of her hide. And from her temples sprout great, black, wickedly curved ram-like horns. Surely, this monster could not be Ember Redreef -- but the scar on her left cheek, the blunt and clipped way of speaking, the fierce sternness... there's really no one else it COULD be. + |
| Emberly Crovane + | She has flowing firey hair that is well maintained. The red locks often are tied up in an updue to keep her hair from her eyes, but strands of wayward embers flit and flutter on the wind. She stands at an avarage height for Arx, about 5'7" Not overly tall or short, her jaw is sharp, and lead to high cheekbones. Her eyes are a startling icy blue that peer out into the world under dark voluminous lashes, a small nose sets just right on her face, bringing attention to her lush lips. Her skin is lightly tanned and she has smaller curves to her body, her frame was more willow then curvy, and her breasts also small and rounded, the curve of them hugged under her clothing. + |
| Emberly Crown + | She has flowing firey hair that is well maintained. The red locks often are tied up in an updue to keep her hair from her eyes, but strands of wayward embers flit and flutter on the wind. She stands at an avarage height for Arx, about 5'7" Not overly tall or short, her jaw is sharp, and lead to high cheekbones. Her eyes are a startling icy blue that peer out into the world under dark voluminous lashes, a small nose sets just right on her face, bringing attention to her lush lips. Her skin is lightly tanned and she has smaller curves to her body, her frame was more willow then curvy, and her breasts also small and rounded, the curve of them hugged under her clothing. + |
| Emberly Farshaw + | She has flowing firey hair that is well maintained. The red locks often are tied up in an updue to keep her hair from her eyes, but strands of wayward embers flit and flutter on the wind. She stands at an avarage height for Arx, about 5'7" Not overly tall or short, her jaw is sharp, and lead to high cheekbones. Her eyes are a startling icy blue that peer out into the world under dark voluminous lashes, a small nose sets just right on her face, bringing attention to her lush lips. Her skin is lightly tanned and she has smaller curves to her body, her frame was more willow then curvy, and her breasts also small and rounded, the curve of them hugged under her clothing. + |
| Emele Greenblood + | Emele stands around 5'8", making her rather tall for a woman of Arx. Her dark bronze skin glows with health but is often speckled with little bits of paint here and there. It can also sometimes be seen in her black curls; the tight tiny spirals are often held back with a ribbon to keek them out of her face. She's slender and a hint on the dainty side. Her darkly golden haze eyes are framed by dark lashes and often hold a far off dreamy look to them. + |
| Emeline Smith + | As Emeline stands before you the first thing you might notice is that she has milky white skin. Or perhaps you first notice her long straight black that cascades down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are an icy blue that are rested below perfect black eyebrows. Though below her eyes is a perfect nose and a soft and full lips. She's a short little athletic thing standing only at 4'8" with soft feminine curves upon her form. + |
| Emeric Redrain + | This man is over six feet in height and he is quite muscular. He falls more on the bulky side for his build but it is all muscle. His brown skin is complemented by dark brown hair and black eyes. His limbs fall more on the long side and he moves at a slow steady pace. He is what many would call handsome and his facial features are ore angular. + |
| Emery Ojitfor + | A young woman with large, bright eyes and a wiry frame. Her jaw is pronounced, her features blunt and open, her dark hair is cropped short, and her hands and feet are broad and dexterous. She tends toward loose garments and sandals, even in the winter. She also tends toward gesticulation that's oddly tentative. + |
| Emilia Godsworn + | Emilia's appearance can be one of paradox. She may, and often does, appear saintly honey-sweet and poised, like the vista of a dew-covered mountain at the dawn of a beautiful spring morning, and yet, sometimes, like the waning and the waxing of the moon, she may appear disciplined and commanding, like the frozen rays of twilight dancing over turbulent and violent storm clouds-- Because despite her beauty and mellow features, her tiny form exudes martial prowess and military bearing. Her eyes are almond-shaped and deep, brimming with goodness and heart, and there are many who, uninterrupted, stared into them for quite a while, lost in those deep blue pools. Her silky golden hair, almost luminous as if fashioned from sunlight itself, is long and made into a thick braid that reaches down to just above her knees. She carries herself with a humble grace that easily tempers the martial fire that lives inside her will. + |
| Emilia de Lys + | Emilia's appearance can be one of paradox. She may, and often does, appear saintly honey-sweet and poised, like the vista of a dew-covered mountain at the dawn of a beautiful spring morning, and yet, sometimes, like the waning and the waxing of the moon, she may appear disciplined and commanding, like the frozen rays of twilight dancing over turbulent and violent storm clouds-- Because despite her beauty and mellow features, her tiny form exudes martial prowess and military bearing. Her eyes are almond-shaped and deep, brimming with goodness and heart, and there are many who, uninterrupted, stared into them for quite a while, lost in those deep blue pools. Her silky golden hair, almost luminous as if fashioned from sunlight itself, is long and made into a thick braid that reaches down to just above her knees. She carries herself with a humble grace that easily tempers the martial fire that lives inside her will. + |
| Emily Deepwood + | Lean and wiry, Emily is built for the life of a long range scout. She is lithe and agile, her eyes shining with interest and betraying her curiosity about the world around her. Her long black hair is thick and frizzes easily in humidity, but there's often a ready smile on her face and her skin is smooth and unlined save for one scar that starts on the back of her hand and tracks its way up her arm almost to her elbow. + |
| Emlyn Blackram + | Lithe and lean, Emlyn is not the picture of a great Northern warrior - or a great Blackram warrior, for that matter. He is still athletic and sinewy but his body type speaks of speed and agility rather than sheer muscle power. Messy waves of golden red sweep down across his forehead, usually brushed and coifed - even if it doesn't look that way by the end of the day. His features are relatively easy going, with a generous smile that spreads to the cerulean blue eyes. + |
| Emma Valardin + | Emma always possessed a beauty best described as immaculate, something ethereal that almost defies definition. While Damiana was always considered gorgeous, to Emma were ascribed qualities such as regal and elegant, every line in her face perfectly placed, her eyes blue like the sky and high cheekbones painting the perfect picture of a commanding scion of Valardin who demands attention by virtue of simply standing in place. Her one blemish is that her perfect looks might distract from the intense energy within her eyes, the piercing things sharp at best, and baleful and furious at worst, but always burning. + |
| Emmelline Harthall + | This woman stands at about five and ahalf feet tall. She appears to be in her early to mid-twenties. She has straight midback length blonde hair, which flows gracefully down to the middle of her back. She has a small oval face, with a high forehead, followed by a pair of sky blue eyes. She has a small button nose, full lips and a sharp chin. A long neck preceeds a pair of narrow shoulders. Overall, she appears to have a slim build, which sports a graceful hour glass figure. + |
| Emmerly tyde + | Freckles. Nearly every inch of this woman's visible skin seems to be covered in the tiny sun-kissed spots, warm brown against her pale skin. She is a bit taller and carries more muscle than the average woman, and there is not even a hint of sway in her stride. Those who might call her pretty are usually referring to the full cupid's bow in her lips, for none of her other features are at all remarkable. Her eyes are plain blue. Her hair is light brown, and usually braided and pinned to her head to hide its length. + |
| Emrys Whisper + | Though Emrys is a tall man, he is not especially physically imposing. Thin, his hair greyed with the same age that saw the lines of his face deepened, he is a man past his prime. Yet, he remains properly dressed and groomed, maintaining the same habits and discipline he has drilled into so many of his students. It only serves to strengthen the authorative presence of the Eldest Whisper, a weight to his gaze that grounds and commands attention. He rarely raises his voice, hardly needing to when its depth ensure it will be heard, yet when he does, it booms like thunder, with the promise of as much mercy as offered by the storm. + |
| Enid Frost + | Even at a glance it is easy to discern Enid is a woman of the North. Lean, but muscled, she depicts a fearsome figure with a mane of coarse platinum hair knotted & braided adding to a more typical display of a Prodigal of the mountains. Ice blue irises offer her a rather piercing gaze set deeply in the frame of oddly dark lashes and brow line. Her skin tells the tale of exposure to the outdoors, calluses running the expanse of slender fingers. {w({nEnid's hair is a wild tangle per usual, though today a few braids are used to tame the white mane back and away from her face and knotted amidst various feathers and trinkets. She also wears her customary face paint: a thick strip of deep blue across her eyes giving a mask like appearance, a coat across her upper lip and a thumbprint in the center of her lower lip.{w){n + |
| Ennettia Igniseri + | She is a painting in warm colors: a portrait in warmly golden olive skin, with a backdrop of dark, dark hair hinted with whispers of auburn that tumbles in waves past her neck and shoulders to cascade over her back. Languid eyes of hazel, deep and dark, center her features, beneath the sooty veil of lashes. The soft bow of her full mouth is lush, especially when tilted in a wicked curve, sensual and languorous. Lissome grace informs her movements, flowing in an indolent elegance, as though she does not walk about the world so much as pour through it. + |
| Enoch Grayson + | The man before you stands at exactly 6'0" tall, with beautiful blue eyes that easily bring reminiscence of an aquamarine jewel, and raven black hair that falls to about his shoulders. His facial features are simple and sharp, giving him the visage of an extremely beautiful young man. Physically speaking, Enoch is a specimen. Even for his young age, he's physically extremely fit and has the body of someone who put in a hellish amount of exercise and other physical activities intensely every single day. Every muscle perfectly defined and well grown, not having even a single scar on his body. In terms of clothing, Enoch takes his role as a member of the King's own extremely seriously, often keeping his sword(s) on hand with him at all times as well as always wearing the proper armor. Though he often enjoys wearing casual clothing. + |
| Enri Jaeggere + | A man with an imposing physique, Enri has a somewhat short hair for a northman, cropping his blond strands just above his ears and parting it to the side, just above his pair of bushy eyebrows. His pair of green eyes are usually inexpressive and quiet. A small curve on the upper part of his nose denotes it might have been broken at some point during his life. + |
| Entropoly Ulbran + | This woman is covered in muscles and thin, knife-made scars. She walks with a hunch to her shoulders of someone wanting to appear smaller than she is. Eyes are often searching doorways and corners in an anxious search for those still unseen around her. Her features are broad and indelicate, and when standing with a proper posture can be imposing and large. + |
| Enya Blackram + | Enya stands hunched over, with flowing unkempt grey-white hair, Her skin turning grey and forever lifeless with age. Her eyes, however, pierce the rest of her appearance, constantly looking with laser-focused precision and meaning, a sharp contrast for someone, who in all respects, looks to have gone crazy with age. + |
| Enyo De Lire + | On the taller side of average, Enyo has a slender but athletic frame that is common to performers who specialize in tumbling and vaulting. She has a youthful rounded face framed by dark hair that can shift from dark, black tones to deep, warm brown tones depending on the light. She has arched, expressive brows that can alter her expression with just a slight change in position. Skin tone that is inclined towards a naturally warm tone has been darkened slightly further by time spent under the sun. Wide eyes are the pale amber color of a good glass of whiskey, cheeks are high and defined, and her mouth is almost a little too wide. + |
| Enyo Gilden + | On the taller side of average, Enyo has a slender but athletic frame that is common to performers who specialize in tumbling and vaulting. She has a youthful rounded face framed by dark hair that can shift from dark, black tones to deep, warm brown tones depending on the light. She has arched, expressive brows that can alter her expression with just a slight change in position. Skin tone that is inclined towards a naturally warm tone has been darkened slightly further by time spent under the sun. Wide eyes are the pale amber color of a good glass of whiskey, cheeks are high and defined, and her mouth is almost a little too wide. + |
| Enyo Malvici + | On the taller side of average, Enyo has a slender but athletic frame that is common to performers who specialize in tumbling and vaulting. She has a youthful rounded face framed by dark hair that can shift from dark, black tones to deep, warm brown tones depending on the light. She has arched, expressive brows that can alter her expression with just a slight change in position. Skin tone that is inclined towards a naturally warm tone has been darkened slightly further by time spent under the sun. Wide eyes are the pale amber color of a good glass of whiskey, cheeks are high and defined, and her mouth is almost a little too wide. + |
| Eos Saik + | What most people notice first and foremost about Eos is the weight of his stare. Pale green eyes observe the world unflinchingly, as though neither the darkest horror nor the brightest joy could move him if he were unwilling to be moved. A weathered individual, Eos is one more aptly described as ruggedly handsome than aught else, with his dark hair allowed to grow so far as the hard line of his often shadowed jaw. He is neither short nor tall, but the power of his presence makes him seem larger than he is, bolstered by the fact that his manner and movements often inspire atavistic fears of things created only to kill. Despite this, Eos is not entirely a grim and brooding man. The ease with which he is wont to laugh or smile has caught friend and foe alike off-guard, and gives away that more than a few of the lines worn into his face have been carved by the like. + |
| Ephraim Mercier + | Ephraim stands at a remarkably average height, with features widely regarded as comely. His flaxen hair has some length and is brushed backward in a casual wave. His eyes are gray with the subtle hints of a clear autumn evening, and within them is a glinting light. He walks with confident, swift movements and the regal mien of a lion on the prowl - offset only slightly by the broad smile he often dons. He cuts a lean figure which appears more dexterous than muscular, with long sinewy limbs. He sports a neatly trimmed goatee, complementing his roguish charm. + |
| Ephrath Drake + | Neither very tall nor especially curvaceous, Ephrath cuts an unobtrusive figure in frame. It is her facial features, however, that may draw notice. While her dark, umber skin is seemingly flawless and complemented well by long, sleek black hair, it is her eyes that provide points of sharp contrast. Beneath high-arched, expressive brows, they are silver lined in a deeper grey just at the edges; thick lashes shaping them. Her nose is perhaps a bit too broad and flat, but smooths into soft cheeks that still hold the illusion of youth where they sweep into a delicate jaw and full, pouty lips. And though the rest of her is free of many marrs, her deft hands hold the many small marks and nicks of someone who has worked by a forge. + |
| Erasmus Tyde + | Erasmus is a tall man with an expressive, lived in face and longish pepper hair salted with age. Not that he's old, by any means - his blue eyes are vigorous bright and his carriage still straight and snapping when he's about his business (though he tends more to lanky lounging than looming when he is not). + |
| Erela Blackhurst + | Standing at almost six foot, the woman is pale in the way that most people who dont see the sun are. But she sees plenty of it with her duties as a Kings Own. Her long raven black hair is generally worn in a braid that falls down her back. Her emerald green eyes hold a wariness to them, but she moves with a skilled step. She wears the vestment for the Kings Own today. + |
| Eric Thrax + | You see a man over six and a half feet tall and built by the rigors of sea life. He emits a playful aura and a gleam of mischief in his greyish blue eyes says he's up for just about anything. Short dirty blond hair kept unkempt sits atop a young face. A large scar runs up his right arm from a fight long ago that nearly ended his life. He wears it as a reminder to his own pride and will often have that sleeve rolled up even when in more civil attire. + |
| Erik Grimhall + | This man's large frame often sets him apart, tall and muscled as one would expect of a warrior of the Isles. His skin is lightly tanned from excursions in the sun, yet his hands are not calloused from holding weapons so much as ink-stained from books. Stormy grey eyes capture the color of the sea when clouds collect overhead, and his sandy hair is a shade between blonde and brown, kept long and often tied back with a bit of leather. He's undeniably handsome, for those who like the rugged type. + |
| Erika Blackwood + | This woman is the wild, picturesque beauty of the North, with thick, curly copper red hair that reflects the light in brilliant shades of orange as it tumbles down her back, like the raging blaze of the Redrain bonfires. Her eyes are the icy blue of frosted over lakes, framed by dark lashes, and her skin pale white. A light tinge of pink adds colour to her cheeks, and her nose, shoulders and cheeks are dusted with freckles. Her lips are full and bow shaped, and her layered bangs frame her face and sweep across her brow, contrasting against her skin. While her eyes are such a cold blue, they carry within them a thrill and electric energy that steals ones breath away as you get lost in them, and the broad smile she gives you quickly brings it back in a rush of warmth. She stands shorter than most at 5'4, but her presence extends beyond her physical size. Her figure is athletically toned from years of a testing life in the Northern wilds, travelling across long distances and free climbing trees and mountains. Numerous pale scars on her figure attest to this wild life as well, from the claws of animals to the sharp scrape of branches. Her figure is curvaceous with ample feminine features, with black, Northern shav tribal tattoos decorating her, along her spine, hips and collar bones. Her fingers are often stained green, and she carries the scent of the Northern forests with her. + |
| Eris Ibrianis + | Hair a dark, chocolate brown in hue has been pulled back into a tidy braid, the most common dressing she dares to give the long locks. She boasts a round face with slightly pronounced cheekbones, a thin but expressive mouth, and a slightly pointed chin. Her eyes are a deep hazel bordering on green, framed by a fringe of dark lashes, and she has the smallest sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Her build is muscular rather than slim, and her tanned skin is marred by the occasional pale scar. + |
| Esera Velenosa + | Hers is a beauty at once sensual and striking, her face carved, seemingly, of living marble: she is startling to behold. Her hair is the black of shadows, her eyes scorching amber. Those eyes are riveting -- behind lashes thick and dark as smoke, they burn bright and dangerous as any flame. Her lips are lush and full, red as dragonweep; her smile, a smile of so many secrets, is mesmerizing. Tall, with long legs and tempting curves, she commands attention, and her voice, when she speaks, is arresting. + |
| Eshken Greenblood + | Eshken stands 6'2" with a rather lithe build. While he's not without muscle or definition he's also clearly not an athletic man or a warrior. He has the frame of an academic. His dark hair curls tightly and is often kept slightly long and held back with a leather band. Dark golden-hazel eyes rest underneath thick black eyebrows. His skin is a dark bronze that glows with health. + |
| Eshra Rivenshari + | Eshra is a river ravashari with dusky skin from living outdoors. Her soulful mocha eyes are windows to her thoughts and feelings. Her long chestnut hair curls with a mind of its own. Her proud nose sits over full pink lips that hint at a smile when she is amused. Her voice is clear with command as Voice to her people. She walks in confident strides no matter what the situation demands. + |
| Eskandar Whisper + | Eskander is a bright young man, apparently in his mid-twenties, with olive-toned skin and an easy smile. In fact, he's often smiling - whether out of politness or because he's genuinely happy to be where he is. His eyes are a striking green color and have an alert glint to them that seems to imply he's watching everything that goes on around him. He seems relatively physically fit, although he's certainly doesn't have the appearance fighter or sellsword - he's done labor and probably walks everywhere, but a sword-swinger he is not. His hair is a dark reddish-brown and typically kept cut a bit on the long side, falling just to the nape of his neck and left either loose or bound back out of the way if needed. He maintains a carefully groomed and well-cared for beard and mustache, styled short and cut close to the face. His movements are confident, his back straight, and he seems to want to be noticed when he steps into the room. + |
| Esme Fidante + | There is something wild and untamed about Esme, even if she is always impeccably dressed and groomed. Perhaps it is the look in her brilliant emerald eyes or the easy smile that warms her face to a delicate rose glow. She is a study in contrast from the delicateness of her appearance to the truth that lies beneath the flowery gowns. She is the epitome of strength and beauty when she marries metal and silk for most of her attire. Her warm hair is kissed by a touch of crimson in the sun and her creamy skin is flawless with just the smattering of light freckles across her nose. Her features are somewhat feline from her almond shaped eyes to her high cheekbones and thin, straight nose. Her lush mouth is usually curved into a surreptitious smile hinting at just the slightest bit of mischief. + |
| Esoka Greenblood + | Bronzen skin is the backdrop of a shifting, rippling art piece in needlework across the sculpted strength of Esoka's stocky frame. Her tattoos are lessons, interlocking circles in copper and black that twist and writhe over the breadth of her back. The curving bulk of her biceps suggest the power of a battering ram behind each fist. Broad-hipped and powerful, there is little spare flesh on Esoka; there is, rather, the sense that her entire body is a weapon to be hurled. The readiness and pride that frequently light the bright summer blue of her eyes contribute to this impression. Her hair is kept short: deep, dark brown, cut into a curving bob of weighty thickness that curls inward at the tips around her jawline. Her lips are full and dark, frequently painted a deep, ruby red; the slash of her smile is sometimes mocking, sometimes sharp, but always lights her strong-featured face with bright energy. + |
| Esra Wyrmguard + | This man's platinum blonde hair accompanies the pale skin of someone who doesn't spend much time in sunlight, accented only by deep blue eyes. A day's stubble draws an occasional contemplative rub. His gaze alternates between holding itself on the distance in thought and sweeping space as though looking for something to hold his attention. His uniform of choice is a white cloak over a white doublet with brass buttons and an embroidered gold quill over the right breast. Under the doublet he wears a high-necked black brocade shirt and black breeches. On his belt are a pen knife and several pouches. In his hand as he walks is a sleek black gentleman's walking stick with inlaid white highlights. + |
| Essmor Siril + | Fair skinned with a light complexion, Essmor sits at roughly average height for a man of his age. Black hair sits atop his head, coming just past his ears and along the side of his face, and is generally well taken care of--clean, washed, and made presentable. His body leans more towards lithe than bulky, looking more predisposed towards nimbleness than anything regarding physical strength. A resting grin sits on his thin lips, one side rising higher than the other naturally. + |
| Estaban Saik + | Tall and handsome, Estaban is the picture of a strong gentlemen with a hint of mischief in his vibrant blue eyes. His skin is naturally tan but sun-kissed to be a slightly richer than some of his family. His lips are soft which is an abrupt shift from the attractive stubble he keeps on his chin. The man is very tall and his tanned body well defined from years of hunting, sailing, and training. + |
| Estelle Blackram + | Towering and slender, but with curves proportional to her body, this woman with shoulder-length scarlet hair in loose waves is almost impossible to miss in a crowd. Her facial features are soft yet kind, from heavy-lidded, almond-shaped pewter gray-blue eyes to a rounded jawline below. A light dusting of freckles dots across her pale skin, a result of spending more time indoors and out, and she walks with a calm and poised grace. + |
| Estil Navegant + | While certainly not prim, there is an air of efficient propriety to her with her wavy chestnut hair perfectly, if simply, coiffed. Thick and long, the rich brown locks are laced with just enough warm gold and red to avoid being rendered mousy. Her eyes are a murky hazel, nominal in appeal but with a seemingly bottomless, sharp quality that belies the many indescribable things they may have seen. She has a heart-shaped faced retaining the slightly cherubic nature of youth with skin fair and largely unblemished. The tips of her long, finely boned fingers seem permanently ink-stained, but are otherwise kept well-manicured and neat. + |
| Ethan Merari + | Rather average in size, Ethan has a lean frame that barely fills out his clothing. His ruffled blond locks are closely cropped so they don't get too unruly. His pale blue eyes flash with intelligence, and sometimes are set behind a pair of spectacles when he's doing research. His clothing tends to be more functional than fashionable. There is an energy about him when he talks about subjects that interest him. + |
| Etienne Telmar + | A man of average height and a solid build, Etienne's weather-beaten skin is proof of years spent traveling the roads of Arx. His tanned features compliment the pale gold of his hair, and the light gray of his eyes. His features are square, with high cheekbones and a firm, stubborn chin. His smiles are warm and frequent, and when they appear, they light up his entire face. He is approaching middle age, somewhere in his late thirties, and one can see the hint of laugh lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes, particularly when he concentrates on something. He moves with careful grace, years of schooling in aristocratic composure clear in every motion. + |
| Eudence Ghedren + | An elderly woman, perhaps once vibrant with youth, now shriveled and grey in her old age. Grey hair pulled back into a tight bun, with serene brown eyes that watch with the calm confidence that she's already seen this before. Frail of physique, but not embittered by her age, her smiles are kindly, her hands gentle despite being worn, and her thin, pale lips are often turned up into some semblance of a friendly smile. Her features are round and soft, a matronly figure, with her jawline obscured slightly by drooping jowls. + |
| Eugene Caylerth + | The man was by no means a mountain but perhaps he could pass as a boulder perched atop of it. Burly was a good word for him; built of strong stock and tall enough to support the frame that cut him into quite an athletic specimen, if not a bit freakish. He could have easily been misconstrued for a mountain man. A matted collection of brown hair ran down to about his shoulders, greased back to get out of his way and sported with a pair of thick mutton chops. Upon his upper lip sat a rather large and prominent mustache, greased as his hair with a fine oil the same as his hair. Between the mess of hair, his pale grey eyes cut across to add a layer of trepidation when approaching the man yet all could be disarmed just by him opening his mouth. + |
| Eurion Ashford + | The sun has baked Eurion golden, soaking deep tan into his skin and sturdy muscle and having paled his dark blonde long wavy hair to a golden hue, the hair tied back in a haphazard manner most days and always half looking like he just woke up, tousled and windswept. His features are handsome and symmetrical with a darker shade of stubble that he just can't keep in check. His eyes are blue, a bright, laughing sky-blue beneath the high sweep of active eyebrows. Tall and muscular he's got that fitness of someone who has worked physically to get fit, and he moves with a carefree attitude through the world, bright-eyed and curious. + |
| Evaine Silverhand + | Tall and coldly beautiful, with eyes the color of ice beneath a blue sky, Evaine appears more created than born. Undoubtedly much of this is artifice, but there's no faking such striking bone structure - or those ridiculously long legs. She keeps her hair rather short, a thick white blonde mane bluntly snipped mid-neck. Never ruffled or disheveled, her demeanor is one of polish, poise, and self-possession. + |
| Evander Kennex + | Tall and impossibly thin, this man has a spidery look about him, all gangly arms and legs that he somehow manages with a modicum of grace. Hair that's somewhere between light brown and dark blonde hangs in a shaggy style, framing a fine featured face that would be handsome if it filled out a little bit. His gray eyes look like all of the color has been washed out of them, and hold a sense of detachment, as though he's observing the world from very far away. When he speaks, his voice is soft and breathless, a delicate tenor that has been roughened by his constant coughing. + |
| Evangelina Masque + | Soft brown eyes shine with warmth, and the equally soft curve of her lips is more often than not arranged into a charming smile. Her hair is a tumble of chocolate brown waves, and her complexion is gently sun-kissed. The subtle curves of her frame match the sweetness of her face, and her fingers are particularly shapely and dextrous. + |
| Evangeline Whisper + | A strikingly beautiful woman possessing an otherworldly mien, her elegance and refinement set her apart into a league of her own. Her statuesque appearance bears all the grace and refinement of a noble woman and makes no apologies for her height. Long and slender limbed, Evangeline could be mistaken for a dancer and her feminine curves look best when swathed in expensive silks. Pale blue eyes rival the sky after a storm; Soft in appearance, they hold onto mysteries of the past and tell the tale of troubled waters. Her elegant brows frame the shape of her face and give a more symmetrical appearance. A straight, slender nose sits squarely between high cheekbones, and her full lips often press into a pleasant, albeit demure smile. Her crowning glory is her thick and lustrous hair; a curtain of champagne blonde that captures the radiance of sunlight regardless of styling. + |
| Evaristo Arterius + | Evaristo is a rogue and a scoundrel personified. The stubble gracing his angular chin is perpetual and the mop of black hair on top of his head is kept in a state of disarray in spite of any attempts to comb it - though one may suspect he doesn't even try. His violet eyes gleam with mischief beneath a pair of thick brows and his thin lips are usually tugged into a mischievous smirk. He is not an unattractive man, but one can tell he is liable to grate on the nerves of many, even from a distance. He's tall and fit without being bulky and has a penchant for lazy strolling. + |
| Evelin Culler + | Evelin is the picture of airy, sultry beauty, her personality shining through to make her dazzle. Her curly pale blonde hair has been cut into a full, puffy vintage bob, unusually short for women of the compact. It falls in full, thick waves around her head, framing a delicate face of classical beauty. Large light grey eyes peer out from beneath thick, dark lashes, and if one looks close they'll be surprised to find shades of lavender around her iris, seeping out into the grey. Her nose is dainty, her brows perfectly arched, and her full lips are always painted in a glossy paint, her pale cheeks tinted with light rouge. The bears a small beauty mark on her left cheekbone beneath her eye. Her skin is milky smooth and unblemished, figure toned but blessed with ample feminine curves and a thin waistline, giving her an hourglass figure. A figure she must strive to maintain. Her form boasts a quick agility, one that's come from years of performing and looking out for herself. She moves with astounding grace, catlike and well oiled, and she struts more than walks, like a delicate but proud bird. Her dimple-forming smiles are radiant and frequent, and her is voice warm and musical, filled with laughter. But that warm smile can just as quickly turn wicked and sultry, lifting at one corner. + |
| Evelin Starborn + | This woman is striking to behold, the stars seeming to shine in her eyes. Midnight blue eyes, deep and endless, reflect the light in pinpricks of stars, with a deep purple ring around the pupils, visible if one gazes at them for long enough. They're framed by dark, thick lashes, and slender brows arch above them. Her skin is pale and unblemished, gracing a slender figure blessed with amble curves and feminine features, though lacking in muscle definition. Her hair is black as the night sky, cut into a wavy, playful thick bob that frames her face, reaching to her chin while wry bangs sweep across her brow. She moves gracefully, as if dancing, with a sway of her hips. + |
| Evelynn Helianthus + | Perhaps her most striking feature are her eyes, brown with gleaming flecks of amber like the embers that remain after a blazing fire, and framed by long lashes and perfectly shaped brows. Her soft hair is a lustrous brown with subtle golden highlights that cascades well past her shoulders. The duchess' allure is palpable with her smooth sun-bronzed skin with rosy undertones, high cheekbones and lush lips that curve into coy, inviting smiles. Her lissome form moves with an easy feminine grace as if she's in control of every facet of movement. Such beauty is, however, not without its danger as can be ascertained from her stare. + |
| Everard Telmar + | When women whisper to their friends as they admire the handsome Commander of the Iron Guard, they debate his finest features, even if he never notices. His thick chestnut brown hair, generally kept short and practical, accentuates the strong lines of his face. His chiseled jaw often sports a neatly trimmed beard, lending a sense of dignity about him, the hints of silver only enhancing that. His stormy grey eyes thunder with life, kind and strong, with terrifying moments of fury, utterly charming in every way. Everard has the build of a seasoned warrior, dangerous and practiced, but carries himself with a sense of noble chivalry so easily, he seems gentle when not in the throes of battle. + |
| Everett Malere + | Just one glance spared in Everett's direction may glean his hardiness and physical prowess. Taut muscles were built over decades of laborious farm work: carrying hay bales, tilling wheat fields, and hauling trade goods upon his broad shoulders. He's tall and bulky in stature, but gentle in his motions, as though fully aware of just how strong he is, and what kind of damage he can inflict upon his surroundings with minimal effort. Weathered skin has been marred by many years of sun exposure, though that reality does not detract much from classically handsome facial features. Irises of the darkest blue are softened by wrinkles which fan out from the outer corners of his lids, and crease all the deeper with a smile. His teeth are not set in perfect rows by any means, but still maintain a proper hue of off-white that compliments his good hygiene. Oftentimes he prefers to don a short layer of stubble, else a full beard with hints of auburn and gray hues interspersed. + |
| Evonleigh Whitehawk + | Soft, rounded features, a subtle sprinkling of freckles, and wide gray-blue eyes combine to lend this young woman a somewhat naive and innocent countenance and girlish charm. But on closer inspection, there's something a little sharper in her gaze than the gentle curves of her face suggest. The most striking feature are those stormy eyes, not made of a single clear blue; they seem to hold constellations of a myriad of grays and blues within. Her long, wavy hair shimmers with a mixture of tawny and golden strands that coalesce into a color the less poetic might simply call "dark blond." Tall and long-limbed, there's a coltish quality about her, though feminine curves keep her from being anything one might call boyish. She favors rich fabrics in greens, blues, golds, and whites; her hair, she prefers to wear in loose tumbling waves or somewhat messy updos. + |
| Ewen Masque + | Ewen is a slender man of middling height with deep-set eyes that blink infrequently and gaze intensely from a round, soft-featured face. He is typically composed, his posture straight and shoulders relaxed, but he has a sometimes unsettling habit of staring overlong at anyone or anything that interests him, almost in an accusatory fashion. When contemplative, he stares instead into the middle distance, and in those less intense moments his otherwise inscrutable features seem kindly. His clothing is high-quality but old and a bit behind the trends, dark and fairly formal, and the material is scuffed from wear but well-tended. His speech belies his eyes' intensity: he is polite, almost never raises his voice, and often pauses to choose his words carefully and deliberately, especially when asking a sensitive question. + |
| Ezekiel + | Long black hair falls to shoulder length, moving in a curtain of midnight when he turns his head. It is rare that there is not an errant lock falling across his features. Full lips flutter between salaciousness and bemusement, though, its equally inclined towards a sardonic smirk; whatever the cant, it is always expressive. His pale, unblemished skin holds no sign of scar or freckle, at least, not on his face. With his beardlessness, he appears relatively youthful in demeanor. Without too much in the way of height, the man can occasionally seem almost waifish, his build given muchly towards a slenderness. Yet, a careful observer would note something more wiry than at first glass, skin taut against his frame like leather across a drum, a body of whipcord and steel. Perhaps unfairly, he has long black lashes. Often, they are darkened with soot. + |
| Ezekiel Crown + | Long black hair falls to shoulder length, moving in a curtain of midnight when he turns his head. It is rare that there is not an errant lock falling across his features. Full lips flutter between salaciousness and bemusement, though, its equally inclined towards a sardonic smirk; whatever the cant, it is always expressive. His pale, unblemished skin holds no sign of scar or freckle, at least, not on his face. With his beardlessness, he appears relatively youthful in demeanor. Without too much in the way of height, the man can occasionally seem almost waifish, his build given muchly towards a slenderness. Yet, a careful observer would note something more wiry than at first glass, skin taut against his frame like leather across a drum, a body of whipcord and steel. Perhaps unfairly, he has long black lashes. Often, they are darkened with soot. + |
| Ezmeralda Leporidae + | Ezmeralda does not look much like her cousins or the other people of Tremorus. Her pale skin glows with an inner luminescence that makes her seem more real than real and she is long of limb and shaped quite sensually with supple curves and a dangerously small waist. Almond shaped eyes are a sparkling sapphire color with golden flecks that shine with a light of their own when she is being particularly capricious or mischievous. The uniqueness of her eye color and gleaming, polished skin are accompanied by her long, platinum blonde hair that spills down her back and terminates near the top of her buttocks when she wears it pulled up -- which she often does -- which makes it plain to see it must be even longer when worn down. When she speaks her voice is deep and husky like liquid silk poured on the rocks. + |
| Ezra Riven + | Ezra is taller than average and doesn't look particularly muscular but like sinew stretched over bone. His dark black hair flows in loose waves but is cut short nearly at the start of his neck. A perpetual stubble finds itself thickly attempting to make itself into a beard. His eyes tend to towards a squint, hiding a bit of the dark brown and tending to present a more intense look. His fingers are long and the entirety of his hands are rough from frequent use in harsh tasks. + |
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| Faelan Navegant + | Faelan is a tall leanly built fighter that moves with a predatory sort of grace. Body toned from years of sailing and fighting, and training to do both. He has blonde hair usually pulled back into a shoert tail and the sides of his head are typically shaved down to the skin. His eyes are the bright blue of the ocean on a sunny day. His cllothing is typically rugged but well made, meant to last him out at sea. Sturdy leather boots come up to his upper calf, tightly wrapped leather lacing keeping the tops snug to his legs, helping prevent water oer vermin from invading his footwear. His pants are a loose fitting black, a broad belt with multiple loops for weapons belts over a green tunic, showing his house colors, though more often than not the tunic is hidden beneath armor of some sort or another. + |
| Fairen Leary + | Tall and stocky, there is much about Fairen that suggests hidden strength behind his spectacles. Perhaps the strong bones of his face and jaw cannot entirely be obscured by the general shyness he presents. His eyes are pale and clear, gray-blue behind the round frames of the glasses that almost never leave his face. His lips are thin, edged with the shade of lines at the corners of his mouth, beneath the bold nose. His hair is short and thick, prickling in dark spikes with just the earliest seeds of gray to glint amidst the brown strands. The hairline is just barely beginning to recede. + |
| Falak A'Sib + | Covered head to toe in a fireweave robe of Eurusi religious design and wearing a mirrormask, there's not a single part of the Eye of the Prophet's body that is visible. Even the mirrormask is designed slightly differently, as a full blank mirror, and it's unclear how the wearer sees or breathes. The Eye of the Prophet has a hulking build, with a slightly hunched back, and walks with a prononced limp, seeming to drag their left leg along in a shuffling gait, with sometimes traces of black sand being left in their wake. + |
| Farrah Whitehawk + | A woman whose beauty scarcely goes unacknowledged when in good company. Riveting gray eyes contrast sharply with her dark complexion and her curly tresses are the color of molten gold which shimmer when kissed by the light. By the canon of feminine beauty her hands are, perhaps, a little large - but they are otherwise elegant, with their long fingers and immaculate nails of a woman entirely unaccustomed to manual labor. The dresses she dons are moderately cut out at the front, hinting at her comely curves rather than revealing them. She carries herself with a bounce in her step and her gaze is almost always filled with amusement. + |
| Faruq Disowned + | Bearing a remarkably sharp bone structure, this hard man is a specimen of peak human conditioning. His clear athleticism is evident in the veined cut of his detailed musculature. He has black skin, with pitch eyes that show a determined and fierce nature. He is six feet tall, with a shaved head and cheeks. A series of scars that stretch from his abdomen to his shoulder indicates he has had at least one near death experience but the look in his eyes suggests there have been several. {w({nHe is completely and utterly cleanshaven, not an ounce of hair to be found anywhere other than his eyebrows. He smells of the sea and a subtle male musk that is all natural and clean.{w){n + |
| Faruq Seraceni + | Bearing a remarkably sharp bone structure, this hard man is a specimen of peak human conditioning. His clear athleticism is evident in the veined cut of his detailed musculature. He has black skin, with pitch eyes that show a determined and fierce nature. He is six feet tall, with a shaved head and cheeks. A series of scars that stretch from his abdomen to his shoulder indicates he has had at least one near death experience but the look in his eyes suggests there have been several. {w({nHe is completely and utterly cleanshaven, not an ounce of hair to be found anywhere other than his eyebrows. He smells of the sea and a subtle male musk that is all natural and clean.{w){n + |
| Fatima Thrax + | There is a powerful aura of dark majesty about this woman, causing her to stand out in almost any crowd. With a preternatural beauty and grace, and intense eyes that gleam pale green like serpentine gems, she carries herself with the regal command of a Queen. She maintains an air of serene mystique, yet there is no hesitation to her warm smiles, which illuminate the best parts of a person. Flawless dusky skin and long, raven black hair that falls to her waist are testament to her Eurusi heritage, while the seafoam green of her enchanting eyes must surely be from her mother. There is elegance and refinement in every gesture, her dark hair perfectly styled. Her tasteful clothing fits her statuesque form perfectly, suited to one of her royal station. Every gesture seems carefully choreographed with a refined precision, framing each action she takes in grace and poise. Her voice is like dark honey, a warm and pleasant mezzo-soprano, though there is a glimmer of danger simmering beneath the surface of her gaze, which suggests it would be unwise to invoke her rage. + |
| Fawkes Laurent + | Expressive dark brown eyes stare out from beneath a strong brow, set in a face framed by a wave of medium-length sable brown hair that falls just long enough to get in his eyes if not kept swept back out of the way. Looking to be in his early to mid thirties, the man possesses a short beard and mustache that add a welcome contrast to strong and defined features, while lips curve naturally upward, giving him the appearance of a constant smirk. Gifted with a strong, athletic build, his broad shoulders and long and muscular limbs are toned in a manner that belies an active and physically demanding lifestyle. He moves with a relaxed and seemingly carefree gait, hinting at an agile ease that allows him to be ready to act at moments notice. + |
| Fawkuhl Valardin + | Though the Dominus sets aside his family and is beholden to only the crown and the gods, the patrician features distinctive of the oldest blood in House Valardin are unmistakable in Fawkuhl's handsome visage. The carefully coiffed white hair and aquiline nose does much to support Dominus Fawkuhl's dignified countenance, even without the strongly lined features that often make his jaw set in a perpetual frown. Despite his relative youth, the Dominus carries himself with the immense dignity of his austere station, though occasionally a dangerous light of fervor touches his grey eyes. + |
| Faye Ruger + | For her modest height, she gives off a disproportionate aura of power. Doe eyes in shades of warm earth snap - her focus sharp beneath even, fair brows. Fine lines crinkle the corners of her eyes, giving her keen gaze the look of earned wisdom. A streak of near-white runs through her thick, straight hair of muted gold, sweeping over her strong shoulders. Her form is built and toned from frequent work, solidity in her limbs giving her a sense of balance and calculated movement that she carries well. Her rare smiles are both soft and slight, a glimpse of the woman beyond the rigid composure and sculpted form. + |
| Fecundo Rubino-Zaffria + | Unquestionably handsome, with gorgeous mahogany hair that manages to look good no matter how it is mussed, Fecundo cuts a dashing figure. His well-definied cheekbones give his face an appealing warmth, and his dark glittering brown eyes are pools of sensuous mystery framed by the longest lushest lashes. His brilliant wide smile gives him a charming warmth, but he is built like someone who gets quite a lot of physical exercise. + |
| Fecundo Valardin + | Unquestionably handsome, with gorgeous mahogany hair that manages to look good no matter how it is mussed, Fecundo cuts a dashing figure. His well-definied cheekbones give his face an appealing warmth, and his dark glittering brown eyes are pools of sensuous mystery framed by the longest lushest lashes. His brilliant wide smile gives him a charming warmth, but he is built like someone who gets quite a lot of physical exercise. + |
| Felicia Harrow + | Green eyes, dark as emeralds in firelight and limned in black. A wealth of natural copper hair bound in a braid and kept back from her brow by a circlet. Felicia's not a beauty in the traditional sense of the word. With a scar that marks her left cheek and notches her nose in a horizontal stripe, but there's a confidence in the way she carries herself; a sharpness to her eyes and a smile that frequently teases about her broad-lipped mouth that lends itself to being noticed. Broad-shouldered and well muscled, she is clearly a creature of martial prowess. + |
| Felix Meadson + | Felix is a strong man, tall with broad shoulders, and a perpetually dirty face. He has a boyish charm to his bright smile, which makes him rather popular with the ladies. His brown hair seems often mussed, in his silver grey eyes, and completely ignored, lending to his rough appeal. He moves with surety of purpose, his powerful hands moving fluidly. His laugh booms and echoes in any room, a rich happy sound, that mirrors his loud speaking voice. His good nature is evident in every aspect of his physical self, and when he does become angered, his rage is a force of nature in itself. + |
| Fenia Unknown + | Slim, graceful, and confident, Fenia's stride is quick and sure. Taller than your average woman, but shorter than the average male, the contrast of pale, softly-tanned skin and gently flowing coppery hair tends to be rather eye-catching... Although its the silvery pattern under the skin of her left arm that might draw real interest. In her usual practicality, Fenia wears her hair back in a shoulder-length ponytail, usually only letting it down indoors or where she feels safe. Likewise, she wears no piercings or other adornments, keeping a clean, neat appearance as best she can. Soft, thoughtful grey eyes constantly dart and flick over her surroundings, seeming to glimmer slightly in flashes of mercurial amusement. + |
| Fergus Redrain + | A hard man, with a heavy soul, Fergus Redrain takes to court like a fish to flying. His battle scarred countenance demands respect, if not fear, with a particularly nasty one in a straight line on the left side from temple to jaw. His black hair, peppered with silver, is often left on the longish side, and slightly beyond unkempt. His expressions range from dark fury to mild annoyance, with whatever positive emotions he endures well hidden beneath the dark brow. His build is massive; tall, strong, and broad-shouldered, with thick heavy hands that are ready made for violence. His walk is confident, even if his eyes are haunted and his voice is a rough growl. + |
| Ferrando Artiglio + | Tall and powerfully built, Ferrando possesses an imposing stature that he often tries to offset with an affable personality and a winning smile. His darker, olive complexion and rugged good looks would likely mark him as coming from the southern city states of the Lyceum even without his name or the very common black hair and dark brown eyes shared by many of the Lycene. For a large, muscular man, he moves with a surprising degree of natural grace and carries himself with confident poise. + |
| Ferris Ulbran + | With salt and pepper scattered liberally in his hair, and lines etched in his face, Ferris is pretty much exactly what people think of when they think of 'smith'. A broad and burly man with a well-kept beard and long hair kept braided down his back, his arms - when bared - show the tiny flecks and burns of someone who spends a lot of time around hot sparks. Whether it's permanent soot thanks to the forge-fire or a natural tan, Ferris isn't exactly the palest-skinned man around, but the gleam of bright blue eyes in his face and the fact that most of his wrinkles line up with smiles suggest that he's perhaps not as forbidding as most burly men who know what to do with a hammer. + |
| Fiachra Greenmarch + | Rugged features and a tousled silhouette make it readily apparent, even upon first glance, that Fiachra isn't the typical immaculate type of noble. His crowning glory is the black hair usually left falling heavily past his shoulders in loose waves which, along with the ever-present shadow of a beard, only manage to slightly soften the sharper angles of his cheeks, aquiline nose, and jawline. Said sharp features tend to draw attention to the moss green eyes standing out in bright contrast to his sun-bronzed, lightly freckled skin, giving an overall impression not unlike the corvian he's named for. Even his tall, athletic frame tends to reinforce that image. When he smiles, though, it does a great deal to lessen the predatory mien into something approaching a more expected civility. + |
| Fiachra Valardin + | Rugged features and a tousled silhouette make it readily apparent, even upon first glance, that Fiachra isn't the typical immaculate type of noble. His crowning glory is the black hair usually left falling heavily past his shoulders in loose waves which, along with the ever-present shadow of a beard, only manage to slightly soften the sharper angles of his cheeks, aquiline nose, and jawline. Said sharp features tend to draw attention to the moss green eyes standing out in bright contrast to his bronzed skin. His tall, athletic frame and the way he moves is often reminiscent of a prowling forest cat. When he smiles, though, it does a great deal to lessen the predatory mien into something approaching a more expected civility. Occasionally, a glimpse of the swirling, dark blue tattoos common among the Abandoned tribes can be seen above the neckline of his shirt, evidence of his cultural roots. + |
| Fianna Crovane + | Of greater than average height and athletic build, Fianna doesn't immediately stand out as nobility. Her ahir falls in a riot of perpetually windwept waves and curls to just below her shoulder blades. Chocolate brown comprises the base of her ahir color, with threads of auburn and golden blonde weaving through to give it its rich tone. Her eyes likewise veer towards a dark brown with flecks of honey and forest green offering some interesting detail. Her features are strong, but softened just enough by compassion and patience to make them pleasing. She furthers her questionable status by having calloused hands used to hard work, and there always seems to be a smudge of dirt on her face that has managed to evade the washcloth. While her clothing is of good quality, it nearly always seems to be in need of some repair. + |
| Fianna Volkov + | Of greater than average height and athletic build, Fianna doesn't immediately stand out as nobility. Her ahir falls in a riot of perpetually windwept waves and curls to just below her shoulder blades. Chocolate brown comprises the base of her ahir color, with threads of auburn and golden blonde weaving through to give it its rich tone. Her eyes likewise veer towards a dark brown with flecks of honey and forest green offering some interesting detail. Her features are strong, but softened just enough by compassion and patience to make them pleasing. She furthers her questionable status by having calloused hands used to hard work, and there always seems to be a smudge of dirt on her face that has managed to evade the washcloth. While her clothing is of good quality, it nearly always seems to be in need of some repair. + |
| Fidel Charon + | Accustomed to adventuring and life on the road, Fidel might be mistaken as a wandering bard for the rocky convergence of fashion and function that his personal style encompasses. He has an appreciation for the discarded and lost, often incorporating a stray swatch of pretty cloth or the occasional forgotten bloom into ensembles otherwise dominated by hardy practical fabrics and well-worn leathers. His densely coiled hair is as dark as the contents of a scholar's inkwell, his skin is the color of the clean earth from which all life springs, and his expressive brown eyes twinkle with a warm gleam not at all tempered by trivialities such as age or in depth self-reflection. + |
| Filshiar Shieldborne + | Long and lanky, Filshiar's rangy strength leaves him built more or less like a rake -- broad shouldered, narrow hipped, with long bones and sturdy muscle of a man in fit fighting form. His skin is warm brown, his even features sculpted but left a little soft with the shade of unspent youth, his long hair a shade of brown so dark it is near-black. He keeps facial hair neatly groomed, shading dark over his full, soft mouth. His eyes are a soft, liquid brown, their depths shaded by the sooty thickness of long, long eyelashes, and their melting dark is expressive beneath fine, straight, dark eyebrows. + |
| Filusae Tyde + | Delicately built, Filusae will likely never be able to see over the heads of others. Her eyes of molten amber gleam with a mischief untamed upon a face of alabaster, framed by stark white hair that falls to her middle back loose and free. She walks with an eerie grace, though is not likely to remain demure for long. Pale pink lips curve at the corners, a hidden grin waiting to break into laughter at any moment. The most strange feature of her face are noted to be her eyebrows, kept groomed in a strange style. There is little strength in her frame, but a face that holds a malicious intelligence could be something to be wary of. + |
| Fiora Laurent + | If it were not for her striking ice blue eyes and long lashes, Fiora would be considered a comparatively plain-looking Velenosian noblewoman. She possesses little natural coloring save for an angry scar which streaks across the right side of her face, narrowly missing her eye. Tall and svelte, what curves she does possess are subtle underneath her clothing. Thick tendrils of black hair accentuate her heart-shaped face and rest upon her shoulders. Her movements are precise and her cool gaze is alert. + |
| Fiora Malvici + | If it were not for her striking ice blue eyes and long lashes, Fiora would be considered a comparatively plain-looking Velenosian noblewoman. She possesses little natural coloring save for an angry scar which streaks across the right side of her face, narrowly missing her eye. Tall and svelte, what curves she does possess are subtle underneath her clothing. Thick tendrils of black hair accentuate her heart-shaped face and rest upon her shoulders. Her movements are precise and her cool gaze is alert. + |
| Flavien Laurent + | Put any face to a personality, and it can change drastically. The gods may have meant for this face to be one of frequent smiles and perhaps even charm, but more often than not he's lost into a thoughtful sort of distant stare. Body is often lost near completely under armor, but it is a relatively strong and flexible frame that reminds that he is a knight trained first and foremost. What scars and other markings it may hide are not often seen, but when one catches a glimpse in a training yard, it would seem there are a fair number of them, many seeming to be burns or brandings. + |
| Flora Sanna + | A cloud of springy black curls flares back from Flora's round-featured face: dimples in the apples of her cheeks, a round snub to her nose, a full bow to her soft mouth, with warm, dark skin a shade like ochre. Taut muscle shows strong and firm across her arms, across the broad bulk of her shoulders. Her body is lean and fit, conditioned and strong, her sturdy muscle not at all undercut by the firm curves of womanhood undeniable in her shape. Her eyes, a clear, light brown, often suggest a dreamer's pensiveness. + |
| Flynt Myrt + | A wiry, young man of average height. He has hazel eyes, unkempt short hair, and a crooked grin. His look has a certain shabby quality and his hands and neck are marked with numerous tiny scars. His long arms are slender and limber and he has a strange gait of a person accustomed to being at the sea. + |
| Forato Fidante + | A fine specimen of male from the southern lands. A noble of roses, to be certain. Olive toned and tanned, blue eyed though they have the golden circle of dawn when the irises contract and at least a dozen odd, red flecks here and there amongst the bright blue. He has long, dark brown hair that is often kept tied back at the temples. There is an air of energy and curiosity about the man, young as he is, and a quiet and stern wisdom to his long brows. + |
| Ford Kennex + | Sharp, stern, and striking features make Ford equal parts eye-catchingly attractive, and distinctly intimidating. Tall, and imposing, he has a body of sculpted lean muscle and extensive cardio. He keeps his short, but still long enough to dreamily fall across his brow, dark golden hair styled backwards at any given moment. Preferring to keep himself well kept and presentable even while out at sea, if it weren't for his ever present tan and the constant squint of a man who's been out in the sun too long, you'd never guess him to be a seafaring type. + |
| Fortescue Antoni + | The man has a princely handsomeness to him, and prefers to be found in lavish silks, but he can be non-descript in leathers when he needs to be. Blond hair shifts shades in the light and bleaches nearly platinum in the summer months from a wheaten gold in the dark of winter, kept fashionably tousled or swept back at a whim. His eyes are the blue-grey that also changes by mood or lighting. These shifting qualities help with the blending in. A strong prominent nose, wide brow, high cheekbones, and pouty lips lend an air of superiority to him, emphasizing his already snooty disposition. Roughly average in height and slender in build, he moves with poise and purpose. He doesn't cut an imposing figure, but he doesn't appear friendly, either. + |
| Fortunato Grayhope + | Fortunato is small and slight, and while his posture ranges from upright to a touch proud, he has a way of barely occupying a space until he decides to be present. His manner is restlessly birdlike. His dark hair, gone slightly wild, and his smooth, ascetic face make him appear a touch younger than he is. However, his deep-set eyes are weathered, and tend half-lidded and distant unless his interest is caught. + |
| Fortunato Whisper + | Fortunato is small and slight, and while his posture ranges from upright to a touch proud, he has a way of barely occupying a space until he decides to be present. His manner is restlessly birdlike. His dark hair, gone slightly wild, and his smooth, ascetic face make him appear a touch younger than he is. However, his deep-set eyes are weathered, and tend half-lidded and distant unless his interest is caught. + |
| Franco Gilden + | Dirty blonde hair is cut rakishly short as if perpetually in a state of mild distress, with a few strands cutting across the tanned hue of his forehead. A thin red scar bisects his left eyebrow, angled towards one side and slicing near to his cheekbone. His stark grey-blue eyes have a penetrating presence, complete with a straight, thin nose, a squared jaw often darkened by an ever-present bit of stubble, and lips that too easily peel into a smirk. Carrying himself upon a strong soldier's frame with broad shoulders and limbs to match, it's often a bit of a surprise by how delicate he can be in certain situations. His hands and fingers are calloused, but his nails cut precisely. + |
| Fray Tirkah + | Fray is a standoffish female with amber eyes, fair skin, and short shoulder-length dark blue hair. Her resting facial expression makes her look displeased with her surroundings, who's eyes are referred to as "looking like a dead fish", or have a "mile-long stare". Her body is physically defined as is expected from her occupation. + |
| Frederik Steelhart + | Count Steelhart carries the broad shoulders and barrel chest his family is known for, though he's slightly shorter than the tall knights from the Highhill, and his stomach now has a little paunch to it. Scars and age line his weathered features, and his skin is leathery but fair in tone. No smile could ever be found on this man's face, and his grey eyes have a fatherly sternness to them, no matter who he's talking to, serf or prince. His most prominent feature is the moustache that rests above his upper lip, casting a dignified look over him. + |
| Fredrik Redtyde + | His hair the brown of dark oak shot through at the temples with silver, this man has a noble bearing, always straight-backed and solid in his movements, no wasted motion or flippant behavior. His eyes are chocolate brown and set in a slightly broad face with angular jaw and cheeks. His frame is not overly muscled, built on the lighter side but without an ounce of fat upon it, his fingers clever and slender and his smile ready and even with all teeth present and accounted for. + |
| Freja Acheron + | Impish and fierce, Freja is an effortless beauty that carries herself with an air of cold, methodical strength. There is a certain precison to the movements of her tall and willowy frame, not a single gesture wasted as she seems to be always alert. Her sharp, somber brown eyes rove steadily beneath impossibly thick lashes. Unruly chestnut curls contrast wonderfully against her ivory skin, free from freckles or blemish save for a small scar that intersects her right eyebrow. Her demeanor is one of brisk business, though her rare and heartbreaking smile quickly dissipates any chill with its genuine warmth. Upon her right forearm, all along the underside, Freja bears a tattoo of intricate whorls, lines, and dots - all of varying arrangement and thickness. There are two symbols, as well, one at either end of the oblong length of it. Near her elbow, a bold but modestly sized X, and further towards the wrist, an angular and inscrutable arrangement of lines and curves, like a rune. + |
| Freja Nightgold + | Impish and fierce, Freja is an effortless beauty that carries herself with an air of cold, methodical strength. There is a certain precison to the movements of her tall and willowy frame, not a single gesture wasted as she seems to be always alert. Her sharp, somber brown eyes rove steadily beneath impossibly thick lashes. Unruly chestnut curls contrast wonderfully against her ivory skin, free from freckles or blemish save for a small scar that intersects her right eyebrow. Her demeanor is one of brisk business, though her rare and heartbreaking smile quickly dissipates any chill with its genuine warmth. Upon her right forearm, all along the underside, Freja bears a tattoo of intricate whorls, lines, and dots - all of varying arrangement and thickness. There are two symbols, as well, one at either end of the oblong length of it. Near her elbow, a bold but modestly sized X, and further towards the wrist, an angular and inscrutable arrangement of lines and curves, like a rune. + |
| Freja Redrain + | Impish and fierce, Freja is an effortless beauty that carries herself with an air of cold, methodical strength. There is a certain precison to the movements of her tall and willowy frame, not a single gesture wasted as she seems to be always alert. Her sharp, somber brown eyes rove steadily beneath impossibly thick lashes. Unruly chestnut curls contrast wonderfully against her ivory skin, free from freckles or blemish save for a small scar that intersects her right eyebrow. Her demeanor is one of brisk business, though her rare and heartbreaking smile quickly dissipates any chill with its genuine warmth. Upon her right forearm, all along the underside, Freja bears a tattoo of intricate whorls, lines, and dots - all of varying arrangement and thickness. There are two symbols, as well, one at either end of the oblong length of it. Near her elbow, a bold but modestly sized X, and further towards the wrist, an angular and inscrutable arrangement of lines and curves, like a rune. {w({nThree diagonal lines of crimson woad adorn her face, the very distinct marks of Redrain - but more importantly, of 'Torrud's Bloody Brood'.{w){n + |
| Furio Rossetti + | Thick locks of glossy mahogany hair, always impeccably styled, crowns a chiseled masculine face, belaying the only bit of softness that rests upon his countenance. His muscular build is decorated in colorful tattoos that start at the top of his neck and down to his toes. On the front of his torso is a massive face of a grinning demonic creature with a feathery crown and on his back a ghastly skull to honor the Queen of Ending. The rest of the ink over his body carries a nautical theme. + |
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| Gabriel Bisland + | From a first glance, one may decide that Duke Gabriel Bisland, third of his name, needs to be an ally, because woe be unto those that make the tall, imposing figure their enemy. Broad shouldered, with the bearing of a fierce warrior, restrained only by the elegance inherent in all nobility, he moves with power, even if he's simply crossing a room. He keeps his ink-black hair shorn close to his head, which only serves to accentuate the intensity of his coal eyes, and his neatly trimmed beard much the same, shot with threads of silver. His expression often reflects a stern, stoic, nearly brooding temperament, but those lucky enough to see his brilliant smile cannot help but be dazzled by it. Dark skinned and profoundly attractive, what likely keeps him away from the court is all the... attention he receives, despite being old enough to be most of the court's father. + |
| Gabriella Pravus + | Gabriella is the picture perfect Setarcan woman in all her defiant bearing and devilish good looks. Standing about 5'7" high, the leader of the Swords of the Evening commands a piercing blue gaze and possesses a lustrous mane of golden hairs that always seems to catch the wind right to make Gabriella look every bit the heroine of Pravus the people deem her to be. Any purposeful movement reveals lean muscle underneath her sun-kissed skin, speaking of years of practice and exercise. Given her complete lack of blemishes and minor scars, one would be surprised to find a long, thin one running along her left forearm and past her wrist. While youthful, the warrior of Setarco seems to take to battle frighteningly easy, a storm of gold and blood once arrows begin flying. Those who fight alongside her, however, seem to hint that behind blue eyes lies a wicked storm that lusts for the blood of men. + |
| Gael + | In him lie telltale signs of a once warrior-made body, now fading and degrading with the languorous passage of time. Purely genetically gifted components make him broad of shoulder, his limbs down to their appendages thickened, and towards a burly predisposition. He's host to various scars here and there, some across his face; one across his jaw, the other opposite across the lips... but worse of all, like roots that spread from the low of one blackened and charred tree, scarified veins of black virulently rise out across his left cheek all seeking the center front of his face, but not quite reaching it. He's tall much like the members of his lineage, but far from the tallest. His height's deceivingly made shorter by an often slouching posture, it a lack of rigidity. His hair is long and dark and far-reaching, on jaw and scalp alike. Many muscles across his body, while somewhat hidden by the amassing of hairs, are atrophied and ache in their dispossession. + |
| Gael Crown + | In him lie telltale signs of a once warrior-made body, now fading and degrading with the languorous passage of time. Purely genetically gifted components make him broad of shoulder, his limbs down to their appendages thickened, and towards a burly predisposition. He's host to various scars here and there, some across his face; one across his jaw, the other opposite across the lips... but worse of all, like roots that spread from the low of one blackened and charred tree, scarified veins of black virulently rise out across his left cheek all seeking the center front of his face, but not quite reaching it. He's tall much like the members of his lineage, but far from the tallest. His height's deceivingly made shorter by an often slouching posture, it a lack of rigidity. His hair is long and dark and far-reaching, on jaw and scalp alike. Many muscles across his body, while somewhat hidden by the amassing of hairs, are atrophied and ache in their dispossession. + |
| Gage Grimshaw + | A messy mane of lengthy hair the color of grimy soot crowns the head of this young male with no apparent care for style. Almondine eyes, a crystalline baby blue hue, are narrowly-spaced between each other are perched over a gently-curved button nose. Highly-accentuated cheekbones frame his face and lead down into a strong jaw with a slight dimple set in his chin--all clean-shaven. A bullish, thick neck holds his head aloft with a pair of broad shoulders to fill out his figure. Sculpted arms that look to be hewn and carved from wood carry a litter of scars that run up the length of his forearms to his biceps. An expansive chest tapers down into a lean torso rippling with musculature and holding little fat. His legs are stacked with twisted cords of muscle that carry the brunt of his weight gracefully. {w({nis sitting here{w){n + |
| Gailin Fireviper + | Gailin is 6 foot 3 and about 250 pounds of toned muscle. His skin is a pale almost snow white and his eyes are ice blue, his hair blond. He dresses in typical earth tones of Stonewood fashion. He has a few scars on his chest that are visible just above the shirt next to his neck. He wears a trimmed Goatee on his face. Gailins arms also bare a few scars. + |
| Gailin Stonewood + | Gailin is 6 foot 3 and about 250 pounds of toned muscle. His skin is a pale almost snow white and his eyes are ice blue, his hair blond. He dresses in typical earth tones of Stonewood fashion. He has a few scars on his chest that are visible just above the shirt next to his neck. He wears a trimmed Goatee on his face. Gailins arms also bare a few scars. + |
| Gaius Whitehawk + | This man is of average size and build, which certainly does not detract from his looks. His sharp, bright blue eyes contrast his golden skin and the sanguine locks which frame his perfect jawline. His lithe movements betray a certain physical ease foreign to most intellectual brooders - every movement precise, no motion wasted. He dresses well and typically in slimming dark clothing. + |
| Galatea Pravus + | Elegance is the word that defines this woman. From the poise of her posture to the precision of her movements, she carries herself with a practiced, controlled surety. Stark white hair frames a milk-pale countenance, her vivid green eyes encased by halos of palest gold. Only the barest smattering of freckles beneath her eyes detracts from the uniform color of her skin. Standing quite tall indeed at around six feet, this is not a woman accustomed to looking up at people; her statuesque figure looms. That figure is curvaceous, abduntantly so, her bosom beyond ample. When she speaks, it is most often quietly: her voice is a deep, feminine murmur that has sometimes been compared to velvet. + |
| Galavan Vizier + | A physically imposing man with sculpted, seasoned features which would place him half a dozen years older than his actual age. His red-brown eyes frequently squint with scepticism and his stoic, expressions mean his cruel mouth rarely shifts. His shoulders are broad and his limbs are long, with a fairly impressive musculature that is often hidden by his priestly garb. He has a large, ugly burn on his back from a childhood accident. He walks proudly and allows his full weight to pound the floor, letting his heavy footsteps send a message of intimidation. + |
| Galen Thrax + | This is a tall handsome man, broad of shoulder and muscular. His features are fine and his moustache is a manly moustache, well cared for and kept trimmed as is only civilized. He carries himself with authority, his movements energetic and his steps sure. His voice is deep and sonorous and his hair thick and well-coiffed, and with his square, handsome jaw and his slow, handsome smile he looks very much as though he has stepped out of a portrait and into the world. + |
| Gareth Grayson + | Like the shade of a hero from the stories, Gareth is not the man he was born to be. Hints of that attractive glory still remain in the hard set of his jaw, the deep rich blue-violet of his eyes. His blonde hair is almost always kept shorn to stubble on his head, and his eyes are more cold, hard, and foreboding than filled with joy. He moves stiffly, his hard body showing the suffering he has gone through. An ugly, formless burn scar covers half of his face, like someone pressed it down onto a hot brazier for fun. Other scars from cuts, burns, and all manner of cruel torment criss cross his arms and shoulders, only a few faded into obscurity. There's a sharp intelligence in his features, however, and a force of will that keep him short of being a monster. + |
| Garnet Navegant + | Garnet is of average build, about 6' tall. His brown hair is always done in the current style, and never out of place. He carries himself with a joy of life that bleeds into his ever-present friendly smile, his grey eyes sparkling with warmth. A true fashionplate, Garnet's clothes are never out of style. + |
| Garret Navegant + | Garret is of average build, about 6' tall. His brown hair is always done in the current style, and never out of place. He carries himself with a joy of life that bleeds into his ever-present friendly smile, his grey eyes sparkling with warmth. A true fashionplate, Garnet's clothes are never out of style. + |
| Garza Crown + | Garza is, at a glance, your average orphaned crownsworn. Easy to lose in a crowd, blending in amongst the populace as just another of the unwashed masses. Risking a second look yields little more - dark brows over often narrowed eyes, a thin mouth shaded by dark scruff. He is of the height achieved by most commoners, and his body is on just this side of rangy muscularity. They say the third time's the charm, however, and those that piece of the veil of obscurity will be rewarded. Well, maybe. + |
| Gaspar Tessere + | Gaspar Velenosa struck a tall, lean figure with all of the obvious displays of strength, scarcely hidden by the fashionable clothes chosen for the day. Almost ever present was that cocksure smile along with a short mop of curly umber hair. Handsome, as are most of his station, but it's that countenance that draws the eye; that insatiable lust for life and all of its pleasures perpetually etched across his smile. Just below his right eye was a small, lateral scar from long ago. Perhaps the only 'blemish' on an otherwise seemingly markless expression. + |
| Gaspar Velenosa + | Gaspar Velenosa struck a tall, lean figure with all of the obvious displays of strength, scarcely hidden by the fashionable clothes chosen for the day. Almost ever present was that cocksure smile along with a short mop of curly umber hair. Handsome, as are most of his station, but it's that countenance that draws the eye; that insatiable lust for life and all of its pleasures perpetually etched across his smile. Just below his right eye was a small, lateral scar from long ago. Perhaps the only 'blemish' on an otherwise seemingly markless expression. + |
| Gaspard Blackram + | A mane of luxuriant raven hair crowns this giant of a man, tumbling mussed and wild over the bulk of his shoulders, chest, and back. Thick black lashes and heavy black brows lend to a serious gaze, but his azure eyes, their pupils ringed in liquid gold, gleam with the depth and clarity of twin jewels. The rest of his features are broad and chiseled--a pair of high, strong cheekbones, a bold nose with the barest upturn at the tip, and full pink lips defined in a generous bow. Around his mouth, over his cheeks and along his jawline is a shadow of dark scuff to contrast the weathered fairness of his complexion, a handful of freckles scattered here and there. At six-and-a-half feet, he exhibits a languid grace in motion, attuned to the nuances of his movement and body in the way of a veteran athlete. His robust frame, too, is a testament to years of combat, from the supple lines of his deeply sculpted musculature to the scars carved across his skin and the calluses that beset his hands. + |
| Gaston Blackram + | Gaston is a wolf in noble's clothing, trying with questionable success to present a convincing veneer of culture and refinement over a feral mien. If Gaston could be said to be handsome it owes more to the strength of his features, often resulting in him charitably being described as 'rough hewn'. His pale, wide malachite eyes are flecked with gold, his body and limbs wiry but corded with muscle, and his smiles attempting to be warm and reassuring often come across as sharp and offputting. If not for the austerely short manner in which he keeps his crows wing hair or the relatively aristocratic nose he might be thought of something altogether other. He is of tanned skin tone like so many of the Blackram, though his seems to be a shade paler than that of his kindred, and made all the more striking for what appears to be the slash of claw across his eyes and what appear to be long healed bite marks upon his hands. + |
| Gavin Reed + | Gavin is rather tall and lanky, not quite filling out an unexpected and aggressive growth spurt just yet. His hair is kept close-cropped and shines a fiery copper in the light. He has somewhat of a piercing gaze, with ice-blue eyes bordered by early crow's feet and pale eyebrows. A smattering of freckles is dashed across his sturdy nose, perched over thin lips and a young, but square chin with a dimple right in the center. He carries himself with an easygoing nature, and his gaze could be described as intent and curious at most times. + |
| Gavin Surname TBD + | Gavin is rather tall and lanky, not quite filling out an unexpected and aggressive growth spurt just yet. His hair is kept close-cropped and shines a fiery copper in the light. He has somewhat of a piercing gaze, with ice-blue eyes bordered by early crow's feet and pale eyebrows. A smattering of freckles is dashed across his sturdy nose, perched over thin lips and a young, but square chin with a dimple right in the center. He carries himself with an easygoing nature, and his gaze could be described as intent and curious at most times. + |
| Gawain Blanchard + | Black hair kept clipped short but for the artful fall of a long forelock into his eyes, Gawain cuts a figure whose real allure is his dynamism. His eyes are a vivid green like sun on the sea, beneath long eyelashes and fine, dark eyebrows. His lips are soft and full, his teeth white, his smiles swift and engaging. But while his whippet lean frame, angular good looks and expressive mouth are enough to draw the eye, it is his energy and athlete's grace that have the potential to rivet it. + |
| Gehenna Redreef + | Gehenna Redreef is a woman of average height and ample build. Physically, she looks to be as soft as a pillow, which often leaves people all the more unprepared for her sharp tone of voice. Gehenna speaks clearly and has worked hard to hone her voice into a powerful tool, capable of cutting down opponents or rousing crowds. Her olive complexion tans darker after just a little sun, and the brightness of her green eyes draws attention to her gaze. Her dark hair is wavy and often tied back away from her face. Her typical expression is a pleasant half-smile, that can easily be tilted the one way into a friendly grin, or the other way into an impudent smirk. + |
| Gelassen Whisper + | A vital, elegantly crafted man, Gelassen stands about six feet tall and carries himself with a reasoned, measured grace. One could almost believe the man never had that awkward period of adolescence, wherein a person's limbs are unruly and much longer than one thinks. No, Gelassen seems to have mastered the long lines of his frame, as well as the angles of his thoughtful mouth and the kindly crinkles at the corners of his eyes that just betray his age when he smiles. He keeps his golden brown curls cropped close, and two decisive slashes of brows frame bright blue eyes. Between them, a faint crease shows the man can be stern, when needed. + |
| Gemma Glass + | What this scrappy young woman lacks in height, she more than compensates for with boundless energy and a confident air that can make her seem taller than she really is. Just barely over five feet tall, she is nevertheless athletically focused with lean muscle and compact curves. Curious blue-green eyes are a vivid contrast against bold ruby red strands often left bouncing in loose curls. She is an overly expressive young woman prone to dramatic gesticulation when she speaks, which is as often as she can get away with. Mischievous smiles come easily to her, and are frequently emphasized by dimples that deeply indent her freckle dusted cheeks. + |
| Genevieve Waldenwyn + | Though trim of form and small in height, Genevieve's's slim-waisted body is athletically toned and is always held upright in a calm military posture. In similar fashion her face is young, delicately structured and feminine, but her resting expression is somewhat chilly. Relatively dusky against a canvas of healthy skin, her grey almond-shaped eyes observe the world with cool scrutiny. For the most part she opts for practicality by wearing her ash-brown hair secured in buns, braids or ponytails at the back of her head, but when she wears it loose it falls an inch or two past her shoulderblades in glassy-straight sheets. + |
| Genevra Artiglio + | Few would call Genevra Artiglio a fragile beauty, yet with her tall, powerful frame and chiseled features, there is something striking about this handsome woman. She is well-sculpted from meticulous training, yet leans toward a comfortable heft in the hips and thighs that seems to only make her more powerful in a fight. This is not a woman born to be swathed in silk, but a warrior to be clad in leather with a sword grasped in her hand. + |
| Georgine Dubois + | There is no doubt that this is a small woman. Barely hitting five feet tall, she possesses a daintily balletic figure that contributes to the 'feminine' frangibility she exudes. This is echoed, in turn, in the delicate features of her heart-shaped face. Under long, dark auburn eyelashes are almond-shaped eyes the shade of pale amethysts, the hue striking against the bright copper of her hair. Hers is the finespun beauty of a doll, perfect and pretty in her own way. + |
| Geraint Blackwood + | This man stands tall, with the bearing of one born to authority and rulership; his back straight, shoulders squared, rarely seen to slump or slouch. A wild thatch of dirty blonde hair tops his head, once-long locks shorn to a shorter style to more readily fit in with those he now deals with. The same hair spills down his jawline and cheeks, surrounding chin and mouth in a short beard and mustache that he refuses to shave. Though not bent of age, youth is in the past; lines creep around deep brown eyes and across his brow, the worry-lines of a leader. + |
| Gerald Wilkerson + | Though the years have left their mark on this man's features, he wears them with grace. Laugh lines crinkle at the corners of his gaze and his brow is a furrowed thing, but every inch reflects a life well-lived. Even so, he cares for himself and his grooming, brows kept trim, his beard cropped close, framing his face but not forming it. But it is eyes that reflect that inner spark, for their brilliance has not dimmed with age, like pools of still water on a summer's day. His form is wrought in the same manner, lean and sun-kissed from years and years of travel and hard living. There is something of a whipcord nature to him, like leather stretched too tightly across a drum. + |
| Geralt Crovane + | Standing at six feet, five inches in height and weighing in at three hundred pounds of what looks like pure muscle, this man is a brute, plain and simple. He's a man made of iron and grit, all broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms and legs, and in spite of his age, no outward signs of flab upon a body honed by years of spilling blood. Deep scars litter his flesh, silvery lines along skin toned off-white, pale with just a hint of sun tone. On his left arm, an aging tattoo of a snarling wolverine has been imprinted, the animal's vicious claws digging down the bulged muscle of his bicep. He has a rounded face, his chin and strong jaw covered in a beard that is generous but neat in appearance. Both the beard and the hair on the top of his head are chestnut brown in color with just a peppering of gray beginning to show, his head kept shaved close to the skin. He has thick brows, below which are deep set eyes of bistre. + |
| Gerard Dastrid + | Gerard stands an inch or two shorter than most men, but the easy confidence with which the man holds himself gives the impression that he stands taller than he actually is. He has the wiry, lean-muscled body of a gymnast, and the worn, scarred hands of a soldier. Light, studious brown eyes glint with equal mirth in times of peaceful happiness, or in the midst of a challenging swordfight, both seeming to bring equal enjoyment to the man's rugged, charming features. He wears his curly black hair long enough that an errant curl or two will peek out from underneath a helm, when worn. + |
| Gerrick Bradshaw + | Gerrick is a man who walks taller than he is. His sense of purpose lends him greater size, a bit of swagger. His hair is longish, swept back from his face, darker at the root and lightening to an almost golden brown at the ends. His skin is weathered from a life spent outdoors, what was likely once a uniform fair, is now a bit weathered, lightly redened at the tip of his nose, in the apples of his cheeks. He often wears several days worth of stubble, occasionally slipping into a light beard before on a whim shaving it all away. His smile, when used properly, is a dashingly charming thing. He's often filled with an intense energy that can be either engaging or offputting depending on the time and place. + |
| Gerry Taken + | Gerry isn't particularly tall. He has a lean and sinewy muscular build that tells a history of hard work and depravity, and his palms are full of callouses. His hair is brown, going gray but still thick. His eyes are a hue of flat green, and they're hard from seeing too many grim things. His features sport a tan from years of harsh direct sunlight, with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and at his mouth, and he sports a sometimes stubble, sometimes beard, but he's never perfectly clean shaven. + |
| Gertrude Grayhope + | Scrawny, pale-skinned and generally quite mousy-looking, this young woman isn't exactly the most imposing individual. Nicely put, she's built like a toothpick, her slightly slouchy posture not doing her any favours when it comes to her already unimpressive height. The most eye-catching feature of hers by far are her huge ears, sticking out through her messy black hair like a pair of pale, floppy head-sails, large enough to make one wonder how she keeps her balance on a windy day. Aside from these dishes, her oval, feminine face isn't too unusual looking, with prominent blue eyes with dark circles beneath them and a slightly upturned nose. + |
