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| 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. + |
| Gesa Whisper + | Her movements are languid and lazy like a sleepy housecat, but her toned figure suggests she is capable of physical exertion. If she really wanted to. She is a tall statuesque woman with long toned legs and graceful arms. Her coloring is dusky: bronze skin and dark chestnut wavy hair with a hint of red to it. Her hair is often loose, and manages to look tousled despite her best efforts. Her gray eyes contrast with the earthiness of her skin, and makes a color that might be mundane on someone else look stunning on her. + |
| Gesa none + | Her movements are languid and lazy like a sleepy housecat, but her toned figure suggests she is capable of physical exertion. If she really wanted to. She is a tall statuesque woman with long toned legs and graceful arms. Her coloring is dusky: bronze skin and dark chestnut wavy hair with a hint of red to it. Her hair is often loose, and manages to look tousled despite her best efforts. Her gray eyes contrast with the earthiness of her skin, and makes a color that might be mundane on someone else look stunning on her. + |
| Giada Godsworn + | Leggy and lean, this woman bears the warm complection of southern climes. Warm caramel skin and golden brown hair play up the olive green of her almond eyes, and her features are pleasantly placed with a straightforward type of femininity. Molded cheekbones anchor her face, matched with a strong, graceful jaw and a delicately cleft chin. Her build is saved from rangy by virtue of a gentle curviness that softens her long lines. + |
| Giada Morello + | Leggy and lean, this woman bears the warm complection of southern climes. Warm caramel skin and golden brown hair play up the olive green of her almond eyes, and her features are pleasantly placed with a straightforward type of femininity. Molded cheekbones anchor her face, matched with a strong, graceful jaw and a delicately cleft chin. Her build is saved from rangy by virtue of a gentle curviness that softens her long lines. + |
| Gian Fuller + | Narrow blue eyes in a ruddy, tanned face peer out beneath brown hair, starting to grey at the sides. Cropped short on his head and clean shaven, with perhaps a days stubble on his jaw. The far right side of his face is marked by irregular scarring, near the ear. A hands breadth over six feet in height, he is broad of shoulder and thick of build. + |
| Gianna Corvo + | Gianna has classic good looks. Dark-haired, blue eyed, she doesn't really stand out amongst the beauties of Arx, save for her voice. Her voice is powerful and will be long past when her looks have faded. Her expression tends to be impassive and, to be honest, not entirely friendly. Cool. Reserved. Just a hint of steely determination in her eyes. Gianna moves with confidence, as though her rank is higher than it actually is. + |
| Gianna Delvecchio + | Gianna has classic good looks. Dark-haired, blue eyed, she doesn't really stand out amongst the beauties of Arx. What she does have is composure, elegance, and poise. Her expression tends to be impassive and, to be honest, not entirely friendly. Cool. Reserved. Regal. Just a hint of steely determination in her eyes. Gianna moves with confidence, as though her rank is higher than it actually is. When she speaks, it is never above a whisper. + |
| Gianna Whisper + | Gianna has classic good looks. Dark-haired, blue eyed, she doesn't really stand out amongst the beauties of Arx, save for her voice. Her voice is powerful and will be long past when her looks have faded. Her expression tends to be impassive and, to be honest, not entirely friendly. Cool. Reserved. Just a hint of steely determination in her eyes. Gianna moves with confidence, as though her rank is higher than it actually is. + |
| Gibson Culler + | Handsome - though not memorably so, Gibson's lanky frame and dark countenance are offset by an everpresent, affable smile. He has charming dimples that appear even when he's frowning, giving him the look of a man who is putting on a show of disgruntlement to hide the grin. He keeps himself meticulously disheveled; hair looking a little tousled but never unkempt, and the growth on his jaw never getting thicker than a little stubble. + |
| Gideon Thrax + | At first glance one might not notice that the 6'5 man is of his family, as he takes after his mother. His jaw is strong and refined, his skin pale and the thick locks that are strewn over his head are black. He holds the shimmering blue eyes of his father, his structure being that of the Thrax's. He is lined with muscle and his skin in many areas is more scar tissue than anything. Across his toned form are scars from every wound imaginable as well as those one would rather not. He is missing his right eye, and has a long scar down the right side of his face. Despite all of the damage he looks becoming with his particular gruffness and jagged ways. His handsome face accommodates each scar and he wears them proudly. + |
| Gilbert Unnknown + | With dark good looks and a roguish smile, this lithely-built, athletic man stands just under six-feet tall. Jet-black hair cut short in the latest fashion and parted the right, frames dark eyebrows and piecing azure-blue eyes flecked with sliver grey. His lightly tanned olive skin is smooth and a closely trimmed beard accentuates chiseled features and a strong jaw. + |
| Gildaren Laurent + | Gildaren is a man of slim build and moderate stature. His hair is dark and skin a ruddy tan, suggesting a life outdoors and a recent tinge from the sun. From toe to top his features are nondescript, with the sole exception being crystal blue eyes that throw a piercing gaze from beneath dark eyebrows. + |
| Gilroy Grayhope + | Gilroy is a good looking enough guy, with the brown hair and the blue eyes and the cheekbones and the shrewd expression, though something about him just looks sketchy as hell. Smiles come easily, though they don't often last long. Of average height, he's got the languid grace of someone exceptionally at home in their own selves, but the twitchy demeanor of a guy who doesn't like standing still for long. + |
| Gio Malvici + | Tall and slender, with elongated, graceful limbs, soft hands, and long articulate fingers, not even the crooked set of this man's shoulders is enough to diminish his elegant appearance. Every wry quirk of his thin lips, every last languid gesture or toss of his head that sends the light playing over his wavy, glossy black hair has a sense of purpose and intent. The result is a mix of control and carelessness that's not fully one or the other. His eyes are the green-gray of the sea after a churning storm, framed with lashes many women would kill for, and hold wisdom, but also a sense of detached judgement that makes such wisdom dangerous. + |
| Giorgio Pontelaeus + | Giorgio possesses the kind of refinement that is seen so often among the nobility and very rarely among the highborn commoner. He is devilishly handsome to the point he is almost pretty, he most definitely does not look his age and carries himself with the vivaciousness of youth. Dirty blonde locks that are almost a shade of light brown fall softly around his shoulders and are always meticulously styled. His clean shaven face and well groomed hair complement his dark, hazel eyes and chiseled features. He is always very well dressed and very well put together. Much like the lycene all of this is a rather effortless endeavor on his behalf, he woke up like this. + |
| Giorgio Proscipi + | Giorgio possesses the kind of refinement that is seen so often among the nobility and very rarely among the highborn commoner. He is devilishly handsome to the point he is almost pretty, he most definitely does not look his age and carries himself with the vivaciousness of youth. Dirty blonde locks that are almost a shade of light brown fall softly around his shoulders and are always meticulously styled. His clean shaven face and well groomed hair complement his dark, hazel eyes and chiseled features. He is always very well dressed and very well put together. Much like the lycene all of this is a rather effortless endeavor on his behalf, he woke up like this. + |
| Gisele Aurum + | Soft. If there were one word used to describe Gisele, that word would be soft. She's a creature of gentle curves and retiring presence, exerting only a quiet influence on the world around her. Curling strands of white-blonde hair drift around her brow and occasionally obscure cornflower-blue eyes; the rest of her hair is typically captured in a loose braid that is as sloppy as it is practical. Her face is round, her features typical in their arrangement, with the first marks of age beginning to appear as she enters her third decade of life. + |
| Giselle Caron + | Falling on the shorter side, and just a little plump, this curvy maid has tousled auburn curls that fall somewhere near the middle of her back, though they tend to be twisted into some laissez faire hairstyle with strands that consistently fall to frame her face and dust her shoulders. Thanks to time spent outdoors, her skin holds a slight tan, and her pert nose and cheeks are dashed with freckles. Full lips are tinted a natural pink that's deepened by a habitual nibbling of the lower, and may draw the eye, but her dark brown eyes are distinctly her finest feature; soft and sweet, and framed by thick lashes they hold a glint of true intelligence within. + |
| Giuliano Pravus + | Definitely on the tall side and muscular, Giuliano is built with a dancer's physique- not so much a soldier's. He learned to favor agility and quick movement in combat, sculpting his body in such a manner. Eyes the color of winter's deep ice are set in his olive toned face, angular like a bird of prey's with neatly groomed hair, moustache and beard the color of a raven's wing. {w({nWhen not in armor, he's wearing a seasilk outfit of steel grey and slate blue.{w){n + |
| Giulio Corvini + | Slender in build, this man has all of the lines of the academic. His long, slender fingers are capped by well trimmed nails, calluses at the finger tips. Marks of slender cuts can be seen against the skin there. He is not overly tall, well under six feet, though his dark locks fall in curtains of midnight curls that jounce at his shoulders. His eyes are a piercing black, the hint of intellect behind them hard to hide. His nose follows the rest of him, slender and aquiline. His lips are expressive, if not particularly full and he possesses a triangular chin. In general, his build shows little sign of fat, save a tiny bit at the belly. There is a touch of frost in his beard, slight, but present. Likewise, small creases at the corners of his gaze. Aptly, called crow's feet. Small, but there. + |
| Giulio Mazetti + | Slender in build, this man has all of the lines of the academic. His long, slender fingers are capped by well trimmed nails, calluses at the finger tips. Marks of slender cuts can be seen against the skin there. He is not overly tall, well under six feet, though his dark locks fall in curtains of midnight curls that jounce at his shoulders. His eyes are a piercing black, the hint of intellect behind them hard to hide. His nose follows the rest of him, slender and aquiline. His lips are expressive, if not particularly full and he possesses a triangular chin. In general, his build shows little sign of fat, save a tiny bit at the belly. + |
| Glenn Took + | Ginger, oily hair gently hangs over a boyish young face. Freckles spread evenly across his angular face with a pointed chin, well-formed nose, large ears, defined cheekbones and thin lips. He has slim shoulders, weak arms, a well defined torso, and long legs. He has a big dumb smile on his face, his carry on, posture, gait, movement and face give off a fun, almost child-like vibe. A Man who enjoys himself and can ignore the world around him. + |
| Glenys Redwine + | Despite her flawlessly pale skin and the rich, dark hair that stands in contrast to it, if there is any of Glenys' features that could be called beautiful, it would be her eyes, always seeming to be filled with just a little bit of laughter save for in the most dire of circumstances. Her mouth is one inclined to wry smiles and laughter with just the occasional stubborn frown to keep things interesting. She might not be very tall and rather slight in form, but she somehow seems larger than that just by sheer presence alone. + |
| Glister Vindrel + | Standing before you is a tall lean man with a inviting smile. He is handsome and well kempt. His Hair is short-cropped and messy in a cute kind of way. Twinkling in his stormy green eyes is a hint of mischief and on closer inspection a deep intelligence. His stance and bearing are non threatening but upon close inspection he moves with grace. Overall he attractive and inviting. + |
| Gloriel Bisland + | With her sultry hazel eyes cast out towards a dismal world, Gloriel's is a tragic sort of beauty. Sinewy muscle has come to replace the smooth, tender dark skinned flesh of the woman she once was. Her hands and heart, once soft from a lifetime of pampering, have calloused in the training yards of Pridehall and in the woodlands surrounding Arx. + |
| Godric Stewart + | There's an element of shaggy to the salted dark hair that tufts from Godric's scalp a lot of the time, as though keeping track of haircuts is not high on his list of important things to do. He has long-fingered, clever hands. His features are strong, the apples of his cheeks defined by excellent bone structure, his nose aquiline, his jaw angular but sturdy. The pinch of lines at his brow, at the corners of his mouth, a scar on his chin-- all these things suggest age. Though his features have their own distinct, almost rugged handsomeness, there's something about him that suggests the future crag and droop of an English bulldog. His eyes are dark, a deep, liquid brown, beneath the heavy thickness of sardonic brows. + |
| Gogil redreef + | Tall and rangy in build with what could be athletic lines sometimes spoiled by absentmindedly distracted clumsiness. Dark hair is kept long, and often bothersome when it gets into the way of his eyes, but still surprisingly well cared for, a point of pride in fact. He's tanned from years spent outdoors, and he's got the easy-going smile of someone that prefers to look for the positive in life. + |
| Grady Deepwood + | Grady is a tall man but not overly so, the sort with a genial smile on his face at all times. His hair is perpetually messy, no matter how he tries to straighten it it never seems to want to stay put. He makes up for this by being immaculate in his choice of clothing and his manners, as though he learned lessons from a book rather than in real everyday use. + |
| Graham Byrne + | Graham is a young man full of youth, his hair is light brown almost golden hair in places, it is worn medium length though kept out of his eyes at all times. His brown eyes are match for his hair though are bright. He can often be found to be wearing his travel clothes which include a chainmail vest and leather padding under, the suit continues with his bottom half though is hidden, when dressed as such he has a longbow slung across his back and a sword at his hip. The boots he wears shows the time and wear upon them but are still sturdy. + |
| Graham Stonewood + | Graham is a young man full of youth, his hair is light brown almost golden hair in places, it is worn medium length though kept out of his eyes at all times. His brown eyes are match for his hair though are bright. He can often be found to be wearing his travel clothes which include a chainmail vest and leather padding under, the suit continues with his bottom half though is hidden, when dressed as such he has a longbow slung across his back and a sword at his hip. The boots he wears shows the time and wear upon them but are still sturdy. + |
| Grazia Rubino + | Her eyes are striking in clarity and hue, framed by a sooty thickness of eyelashes and artfully enhanced by a subtle hand at eye makeup. Their color is the deep gold of an amber whiskey by firelight, and they gleam with an inner flame of intensity that makes Grazia unlikely to lose staring contests with most. Her hair is a dark, glossy mahogany, falling in a cascade of fine silk to her shoulders; it is a dark relief to the warm gold of her olive skin and the deep gold of her eyes. Tall and elegant, even-featured with high, strong bone structure, there is a fineness to her features, to the hawkish line of her nose, and a softness to the fullness of her mouth, that could suggest gentleness or delicacy. Yet there is something about her carriage that suggests, instead, a battering ram. + |
| Grazia Rubino-Zaffria + | Her eyes are striking in clarity and hue, framed by a sooty thickness of eyelashes and artfully enhanced by a subtle hand at eye makeup. Their color is the deep gold of an amber whiskey by firelight, and they gleam with an inner flame of intensity that makes Grazia unlikely to lose staring contests with most. Her hair is a dark, glossy mahogany, falling in a cascade of fine silk to her shoulders; it is a dark relief to the warm gold of her olive skin and the deep gold of her eyes. Tall and elegant, even-featured with high, strong bone structure, there is a fineness to her features, to the hawkish line of her nose, and a softness to the fullness of her mouth, that could suggest gentleness or delicacy. Yet there is something about her carriage that suggests, instead, a battering ram. + |
| Graziella Pravus + | Sinuous and sardonic, Graziella's frame is as graceful as her name suggests, with a poise and economy of movement that often makes her seem almost to float: especially when coupled with her waist-length blonde hair, and the gauzy dark gowns she favors. Her beauty is the sort that draws the eye even in her subtle movements, which although not design to grab attention, hide underlying hunger that stops others dead in their tracks. Graziella is a woman in full maturity, full of potential, her clear blue eyes looking on the world with a sort of sharp scrutiny, a burning want and a penetrating distaste for the ordinary. + |
| Greer Thornburn + | A man of advancing age, he nonetheless has a strong vitality to him. Just under six feet tall, he is built wide and strong after a life spent at the forge with hammer in hand. His hair has gone completely gray in the last ten years or so, the red hue fading away as he reached his fifties. Kept relatively short, it is wavy and swept back from his ruddy forehead. Dark and stormy gray eyes are set under a low brow and on either side of a nose that has been clobbered a few times. A trim and neat beard covers his chin and cheeks, the hair entirely gray with a few patches of pure and snowy white beneath his lower lip. A voice made rough and gravelly by time and plenty of whiskey completes the image of a rough and tumble working class man. + |
| Gregor Steelhart + | Sir Gregor's eyes are as cold as his nickname: the Chillhearted. Pale blue and blinking little, a burn scar marks features otherwise best described as plain, with dark black hair that catches some gray every now and then. Stubble can occasionally be found on his cheeks, but Gregor's features hold the fairness of his Northern mother, and he has aged considerably well despite a lifetime of battle. Towering over most men, Gregor doesn't surprise with Steelhart's broad shoulders and barrel chest. A straight nose and a grim line of a mouth complete this Steelhart man's features, and when he walks, he walks with a limp, but stubbornly is never found with a clutch or cane. + |
| Gregori Volkov + | This young man stands at six foot six inches (1.98 meters) with dirty blonde hair like toasted cornsilk, which is slicked back across the top of his head and down the back. The sides of his head are shaved, ranging from smooth to slight stubble depending on how long ago the hair was tended. He possessed a scraggly beard and mustache, both of which are on the thinner side and dark in color. His eyes are a dark violet-gray like a stormy night, with a large frame and medium to heavy build. + |
| Gregory Grayfallow + | Gregory is a relatively tall and wiry man with shoulder length fine light brown hair that gets caught at the slightest wind and his steely blue eyes have an intensity to them that some can find initially off-putting. His smile is disarming, and he gives an aura of being refined and gentle, someone you could open up to and tell all your troubles. If you pay attention you can see that he puts a little of his weight on a walking aid as he walks, and that his posture is a little bent. + |
| Gretchen Moore + | There is something just off of tamed about this lady - her bright green eyes are sharp and alert, her ginger curls are? well every where? and the corners of her lips seem to naturally pull into a smirk that could be described as impish. Her features are sharp, and angular, her high cheekbones and the bridge of her nose dappled with freckles that contrast with her otherwise fair skin. Her frame is light and willowy, trim and well accustomed to activity. + |
| Griffin Redreef + | Griffin Redreef is in that gray area between 'average' and 'tall.' His build skews slender, and he seems to have the kind of body where it would be easier than most to define his muscle tone -- but he just hasn't bothered lately. His skin tone is on the pale side of caramel, and it makes his dark, dark brown eyes stand out all the more. Griffin wears his black hair close-cropped, but often goes days without shaving, leaving a dark five o'clock shadow to accessorize his high cheekbones, strong chin, and full lips. + |
| Grimgar Redrain + | Tall, bordering on being a giant, Grimgar is well over six feet in stature. His broad frame is muscled heavily making him not only tall but also quite wide. Honey blonde hair is cut short near his ears in length. That practically cut hair has a faint wave to it and is thick and soft looking. Emerald green eyes peer keenly out from beneath his elegant if thick eyebrows. His features are chisled and angular, handsome in a classical way. That olive toned skin is lightly tanned. His large hands bear the callouses of a warrior while his body is muscled like a trained fighter. + |
| Grindol Unknown + | A wind bitten travel-worn man wit blue eyes and black hair. He is of middling height and lean of stature. His skin is chapped and blemished. His eyes are close set above his sharp angular nose. His his eyebrows are bushy with stray hairs diverging from the pack haphazardly. His eyes are shadowed by the dark rings engulfing them. + |
| Guilbert Touissant + | Guilbert is a tall and gaunt man, almost sickly looking due to his pale skin and the heavy bags under his gray, near-lifeless eyes. His gray and black hair sits at a comfortable length, slicked back with what smells like a pretty high-end pomade. A heavy mixture of stress and age are obvious in making this man the tired, nervous mess you see before you. Not an ugly man at all, just a bit past his prime. + |
| Guinevere Priory + | Guinevere is a narrow young woman with an unhealthy frame. Her youthful eyes are sunken in with faint sleepless shadows beneath them, further darkened by a general shade conveyed by her very long, black hair that tends to cast shadows on her features. A slim neck leads into frail shoulders and arms that lack any definition, following the theme of the rest of her physique. She's not particularly curvy anywhere as an apparent, but not overbearing lack of nutrition constricts her body's shape. Despite this, she still has a fair skin supported by her youth though she tends to carry with her the smell of differing bitter fruits along with smoke and other various oddities. + |
| Gunnar Melaeris + | Tall, in fact really tall, and built with the hard lean muscle of a trained warrior, this man epitomizes the Northern Warrior. Short hair kept shaved close to his head is dark, the full beard of a dark earthy brown gives a true clue to the mans hair color, along with the heavy eyebrows set above stormy blue eyes. There's a notch of a scar that runs from above his left eyebrow, through it, across a broken ill-set nose that adds a pale contrast to the man's swarthy features. His expression does not generally seem to shift much away from stern, a faint frown seeming to lay quite naturally on his face, the rare smile seems never to reach his eyes. He tends towards the stoic, save perhaps around those he's closest to. Normally dressing his tall and broad shouldered build in leathers, heavier armor, or fur, or both may be added as needed depending on the setting the man finds himself in. + |
| Gunter Crown + | He is not a tall man and short by even the most generous of standards. His squat form is crowned with a balding hairline with only a few short hairs littering the top of his head while male pattern baldness has taken over the rest. Self-care never seemed to be a priority and his skin shows wrinkles and varying scars. One would not describe the man as well-kempt or noble. He looks to have toiled and lived a haggard life. There are a few oddities littered about his person. His earlobes are puffy and have encountered extensive damage. His hands and knuckles are gnarled and crack with movement. The man appears in his late forties or early fifties. He has a steel grey eyes and a cluttered countenance. + |
| Gunther + | He is not a tall man and short by even the most generous of standards. His squat form is crowned with a balding hairline with only a few short hairs littering the top of his head while male pattern baldness has taken over the rest. Self-care never seemed to be a priority and his skin shows wrinkles and varying scars. One would not describe the man as well-kempt or noble. He looks to have toiled and lived a haggard life. There are a few oddities littered about his person. His earlobes are puffy and have encountered extensive damage. His hands and knuckles are gnarled and crack with movement. The man appears in his late forties or early fifties. He has a steel grey eyes and a cluttered countenance. + |
| Gunther Crown + | He is not a tall man and short by even the most generous of standards. His squat form is crowned with a balding hairline with only a few short hairs littering the top of his head while male pattern baldness has taken over the rest. Self-care never seemed to be a priority and his skin shows wrinkles and varying scars. One would not describe the man as well-kempt or noble. He looks to have toiled and lived a haggard life. There are a few oddities littered about his person. His earlobes are puffy and have encountered extensive damage. His hands and knuckles are gnarled and crack with movement. The man appears in his late forties or early fifties. He has a steel grey eyes and a cluttered countenance. + |
| Gustave Blackram + | Sometimes they build colossi out of flesh rather than granite and stone. Standing head and shoulders and head again over some of the tallest men in the Compact, he is long and sturdy of limb, conjuring up imagery of mighty timbers. Features that were once more clasically handsome have been weathered by callouses, sun tanned skin marred by a jag of pale flesh across his right eye, and the first signs of creases in the brow that do not recede. What may have been resplendent has given way to a rugged, lived in countenance. His hair is long and flowing, a cascade of midnight black with the first signs of early gray, kept clean if not terribly well organized. His nose is perhaps a half size too small on his face, particularly when compared to thickness of neck, though these features are mellowed by a sheaf of stubble. If there is any hint to something deeper, some greater complexity, it is in the pair of deep emerald green eyes. + |
| Gwendolen Blackram + | Gwendolen's most remarkable feature is her height, the greatest indicator of her Blackram heritage. She carries herself with a dignified bearing that befits her knightly station. Her blank expression and dull, green eyes communicate little about her emotions. Long, black hair frames her face and falls to her shoulders in stringy locks. It's immediately apparent that she has fully dedicated herself to soldiery, years of physical training giving her a sturdy build. + |
| Gwendolyn Reed + | Rather short by most standards, this demure woman can't be much taller than five-five, looking like she hasn't quite earned her growth spurt at any point of her life. Copper hair tumbles down in gentle waves to her shoulders, bangs mostly uncut to create a veil over bright green emerald eyes that seem to pierce through everything they glance at. Freckles have been splashed all over her face, most of it over the bridge of her nose and upon rosy cheeks. A cute button nose and small lips alongside a small chin give way to the rest of her body. Graceful and lithe are what comes to mind when defining the small woman along with small swells that ensure her femininity. + |
| Gwenna Redrain + | Gwenna has the laughing-eyed allure of dynamic expressiveness to go with her dimpled cheeks, a pleasant whimsy frequently lighting that warm brown gaze beneath her saucy eyebrows. The dewy softness of her bowed mouth beneath her snub nose is full enough and shaped with a downward pull enough to suggest a resting pout, but the moment she smiles, her dimples manifest in the apples of her cheeks. Her hair is a shade between gold and brown, splitting the difference between the two and falling like a cascade to the midst of her back when it's down, but more often than not it rings and loops her head in intricate braiding with a few escaped strands to curl around her cleanly angled jaw and slightly prominent rounded ears. + |
| Gwenys Valardin + | The striking white hair is the first thing that most people notice about Gwenys, incidentally followed by sky blue eyes and the ugly scar that runs along her left cheek, branding the young woman as the victim of quite a vicious attack in the past. Gwenys is built like a wild cat, with underlying musculature that begets power and speed but that only shows in her movement, otherwise hidden beneath a sinuous frame. She has scars all over her body, suggesting a reckless and violent lifestyle. + |
| Gyliam Tulfa + | Much of Gyliam's face is marred by warped flesh: burn scars. The rest of his visage is marked with faint scars that resemble those received by a blade's cutting edge. Premature wrinkling has touched his forehead, which makes it difficult to discern Gyliam's true age. Only the deep, sooty black of his hair might allude to his true age, with not a whisper of silver to his full head of hair. Gyliam's eyes are often covered with a wrap of cloth wrapped around his head. His nose is tall, and crooked enough to suggest it had been broken a number of times in the past. + |
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| Haakon Eswynd + | Dark brown hair is shorn close atop his head, and worn in a short beard on a strong jaw. Dark blue eyes are shadowed by a high forehead and heavy brows, with a scar marring his lip to the right of his nose, naturally tugging one side of his mouth upward. In stature, he is the upper end of average, with a lean, athletic build. He looks years past thirty, though his tanned and weathered face lead some to guess older. + |
| Haati Wavehowler + | Silver eyes with blue running through them, pierces twilight's gloom and seeks out everything with equal mirth and fidelity of the hunter with a mark. Sculpted beard that includes a mustache and only covers down and under the chin, frames a sensuous mouth kissed by the seas salty air. A sharp nose and long, dark-brown hair that falls so naturally like the last leaves of autumn to touch upon the weathered light tan of skin. Broad shoulders run down a frame that is built, but more in a way that speaks of careful hands that look to wield a wicked stroke of power for his smithing abilities. + |
| Hadrian Malvici + | Lithe and narrow, Hadrian is a tall young man whose angular face, deep-set green eyes, and high forehead stake out a striking challenge to traditional notions of male beauty. Smiles both dazzling and knowing are rarely far from his expressive lips. The blue-black hair that curls ever so slightly about his ears contrasts with the rosy undertones of his pale complexion. The exuberant zest for life that animates him can scarcely be contained by his slim, wide-shouldered frame. Above all else, the intensity and confidence in Hadrian's gaze and gestures make him a spectacle that is difficult to ignore. + |
| Hadrian Mazetti + | Lithe and narrow, Hadrian is a tall young man whose angular face, deep-set green eyes, and high forehead stake out a striking challenge to traditional notions of male beauty. Smiles both dazzling and knowing are rarely far from his expressive lips. The blue-black hair that curls ever so slightly about his ears contrasts with the rosy undertones of his pale complexion. The exuberant zest for life that animates him can scarcely be contained by his slim, wide-shouldered frame. Above all else, the intensity and confidence in Hadrian's gaze and gestures make him a spectacle that is difficult to ignore. + |
| Haizea Malespero + | Unassuming in height and understated in beauty. An unblemished complexion and a well-maintained form seemingly predisposed to a straight-backed posture hint at a privileged past. But deep lines of contemplation have already begun to furrow the skin in between her brows and give her the perception, upon first impression, of a reserved nature. Her facial structures are delicately sculpted, with softly curved cheekbones and a delicate jawline framing studious brown eyes, a well-proportioned nose, and a pleasantly curved mouth that is as easy to smile as it is to thin into a terse line. Her hands are soft and long-fingered with the occasional callus from where one might hold tools or pencils. Rich chestnut hair is pulled back into a braid and wrapped tightly over the head in a manner that could be considered severe for a Lycean. A long decorative ribbon has been woven into the braid in an attempt to soften the look, but its effects are mild at best. + |
| Hali Harvey + | This woman stands a little taller than average. With short black hair, all too often windswept and messy, her eyes are striking. Dark lashes frame the mis-matched green and blue orbs. Usually her skin is tanned from time outside. A scar is pale on her weathered skin, running diagonal from her right eyebrow and back into her hair. All of this is set in an oval face and she is more striking than typically beautiful. And she is built like a warrior. There is not fat on her trim and very fit figure. Callouses on her hands and fingers speak of a life spent working. + |
| Halla Stahlben + | The word "pretty" would be far too gentle a word to describe her. Extraordinarily high cheekbones and a stronger jawline than most women can boast dominate her face, which is fortunately softened by subtly arched brows and a pair of full lips naturally stained a dusky shade. Dark hair falls in long waves past her waist, bound back from her face in a loose half-ponytail most often tied by a leather cord. What bits of bronze skin can be seen between the curtain of her hair and the fabric of her clothes often bear terracotta war paint applied in complex and yet surprisingly delicate patterns, lending her a wild beauty - at least in the minds of those with a taste for such things. + |
| Halsim Darkwater + | While not the most handsome man in Arx, Halsim is nonetheless an exotic one. Black hair chiseled around the neck, this islander almost always has a neutral or blank look to him... except for the eyes. The eyes betray the intelligence behind the man. Usually dressed in a casual tunic or a black Inquisitor coat, Halsim is not known for Fashion sense. His dress is usually pragmatic, though always just above board so as to not offend the more proper nobility. + |
| Halsim Duskwave + | While not the most handsome man in Arx, Halsim is nonetheless an exotic one. Black hair chiseled around the neck, this islander almost always has a neutral or blank look to him... except for the eyes. The eyes betray the intelligence behind the man. Usually dressed in a casual tunic or a black Inquisitor coat, Halsim is not known for Fashion sense. His dress is usually pragmatic, though always just above board so as to not offend the more proper nobility. + |
| Hamamor Samilliam + | Without much care for how other see him as few ever do, Hamamor doesn't spend much time on his appearance. His hair falls messily on top of his head, or tied behind in a bun when he needs to focus, and has some stubble. He stays slim to keep agile and his eyes are always aware, searching for opportunity or danger. He tries to hide as much physical appearance as possible to stay hidden. + |
| Hamil Fidante + | While Hamil is not as tall as some men of Arx, a good three inches below six feet, he tends to stand taller with a sense of pride and confidence about him. His looks are youthful and boyish -- still carrying some of the plush warmth of childhood. The scar that mars his jaw from chin to just beneath his ear speaks of experience and injury. His frame is thin, lean, with a shape that suggests training and lots of it. His eyes of hazel shine even brighter when coupled with the dark russet color of his auburn hair. + |
| Hamish Crown + | Hamish is a big man, though not the big of a knight or a champion. Rather, he's the big of someone gifted with height and bredth who then put it to use in the field. Tall, with broad shoulders and the rough musculature of a laborer. Lank brown hair is kept long, generally tied back with a loose knot to keep it out of his face. Crow's feet at the corners of his eyes betray his age, though if anything the dark blue eyes themselves make him look significantly older. The backs of his hands and arms have the usual nicks and scars of someone who spent a lifetime rarely at rest. + |
| Hammar Crown + | There is a dull look in this huge man's brown eyes, telling those that look at him there is little to nothing going on in his head in the thought department. Hammar stands a good head taller than the average man and easily out-weighs the larger knights by 50 pounds, making him a very large and very heavy man. Hammar is also ugly by the low standards of the Lower Boroughs, his head is misshapen from what appears to have been a crushing blow to the top of his head at some point, the right side of his skull is indented and his right eye is slightly sunken into his head. This is for the most part, other than his eye, covered up by the long black hair that he appears to cut himself, and poorly at that. His round face is covered in a thick beard that hangs down to his neck. Ham-sized fists and feet that look capable of crushing bones finish out this large specimen of a man. + |
| Hana Grayhope + | The first thing most notice about this young woman is her striking hazel eyes, as well as her frequent warm and friendly smile; these, along with the slightly upturned tip of her nose, tend to make her look younger than she actually is. Her hair is a dark brown with golden highlights, verging on blonde, and often worn loose in slightly unruly curls when she's not working. Her left eyebrow is often quirked slightly higher than the right, giving her an almost challenging or questioning look at times. Yet despite this, her face and mannerisms tend to shift based on the company she keeps; that raised eyebrow can read as playful, challenging, or skeptical, depending on her tone and posture. That smile can seem amused, tolerant, or warm and friendly. + |
| Hannah Wyrmguard + | There is an athletic appeal to Hannah Wyrmguard. Her body moves with an impeccable grace. Not the glide of a dancer within a ballroom, but that of a big cat prowling through the woods. Her body is her own, she knows what it is capable of and there is a confidence that comes with that knowledge, a confidence that enhances the inherent attractiveness of her features. She has large eyes, their color a blue so dark as to be thought black from a distance. Her hair a light honey shade, rich browns with sun-streaked highlights of gold. She is beautiful, and gives an air that she does not care about such things. + |
| Haptenna + | She's a taller one, for sure. Haptenna stands at close-but-not-quite to six feet in height. While she a slender frame, it displays a firm musculature that leaves the impression that she is someone who's no stranger to manual labor. Her straight, pale-blonde hair hangs in a neatly tied tail which ends at the lower portion of her mid-back. Her eyes, dark green in color, frequently have the rings of someone who quite clearly isn't getting enough sleep of any kind. + |
| Haptenna Crown + | She's a taller one, for sure. Haptenna stands at close-but-not-quite to six feet in height. While she a slender frame, it displays a firm musculature that leaves the impression that she is someone who's no stranger to manual labor. Her straight, pale-blonde hair hangs in a neatly tied tail which ends at the lower portion of her mid-back. Her eyes, dark green in color, frequently have the rings of someone who quite clearly isn't getting enough sleep of any kind. + |
| Haptenna Crucible + | She's a taller one, for sure. Haptenna stands at close-but-not-quite to six feet in height. While she a slender frame, it displays a firm musculature that leaves the impression that she is someone who's no stranger to manual labor. Her straight, pale-blonde hair hangs in a neatly tied tail which ends at the lower portion of her mid-back. Her eyes, dark green in color, frequently have the rings of someone who quite clearly isn't getting enough sleep of any kind. + |
| Harald Grimhall + | Tall and lean, though with muscle still thick about his frame. Harald's weathered face is aged and craggy, over 40 years in the sun and wind having left their deep marks. Prominent brows and cheekbones give his sharp blue eyes a natural glower, and fair hair is going to grey. He goes clean shaven, which lends his countenance a further edge of severity. + |
| Haramus Walrington + | An older, portly man, Haramus seems to fill a room, both literally and figuratively. He sports a fluffy white mustache, a full and long beard, and wisps of hair that have been unsuccessfully combed over a prominent bald spot. His thin lips frequently grow thinner in disapproval over the most minor of infractions of palace protocol. + |
| Harlan Ashford + | His dark brown hair is worn swept back from his face, no doubt pushed out of place by impatient fingers, the likes of which are more calloused than those of many noblemen. Harlan is handsome, not ruggedly so but certainly rough around the edges, with sensual, dark green eyes and a strong jawline sporting a nigh-perpetual five o'clock shadow. Athleticism is written into his lean frame, the muscles of which are usually drawn taut save for when he is released into the great outdoors, at which point he seems to visibly relax. + |
| Harlex Leary + | His weighty brow casts shadows over his eyes, startling in their brightness and green hue compared to the complexion of his sun-washed skin and charcoal hair, kept messily shorn along with a roughened beard. The soldiers body is lean and hungry with hidden reserves of strength, tightly compacted concord of muscle waiting to lash out like vipers in the pit. Beyond the dower stare, the lonesome demeanour, there's no eluding the palpable aura of violence in his movements; old blood and battlefield dirt lining the underside of his nails, interminably. + |
| Harlex Valtyr + | There is a startling intensity to his eyes and a coldness sprawling from their black pits. They are bright, like wet green stones and stand-out against the deep charcoal colour of his long hair and road-weathered beard. His frame is lean with iron muscle and wolfish and his gait is steady. He carries himself tall when in the company of others but the grim-faced mercenary carries with him, too, a lingering shadow and an undisturbed solitude like a forlorn and abandoned monument half-slanted and cracked in the deep woods. Scars adorn him. The half-crescent, knotted mark at the right-base of his neck, another on his left hand which appears from some vicious bite-wound, and lighter white slashes across his knuckles and on his forearms when he turns in certain lighting. There are more hidden under his clothing, as any soldier would bare, but it's clear enough, from what is seen, that violence is his calling and his great curse. + |
| Harmon Malvici + | Harmon is thin, having not performed hard labor beyond what is average for a man of science. His skin is pale and contrasts his ink-black hair, while his bright green eyes meet somewhere in the middle of the two colors. He favors dark, heavy, multi-layered clothing with multiple pockets on top of his traveling robes and belts for carrying whatever he finds or deems "absolutely necessary for reasons I can't explain because oh stop asking me things I can hear your cheeks slapping your teeth." Despite his frequent bounces of moods and thoughts, he seems to wear readily-available and genuine smiles when talking to others and answering whatever questions asked of him. His movements are punctuated with bouts of frantic energy, sometimes feeling the need to run or climb. + |
| Harper Ashdown + | A young wisp of a girl, with silky auburn hair that falls in loose waves to the middle of her back. She typically wears her hair in a tight braid that crowns the top of her head when she is on patrol. Her luminous blue eyes, framed by delicate lashes, behold her surroundings with rapt focus and no small amount of curiosity. Her delicate face is composed of soft lines with high cheeks and rounded features. Her pert little nose is small and short, but somewhat upturned at the tip and dusted with a smattering of pale freckles. + |
| Harper Grayhope + | A young wisp of a girl, with silky auburn hair that falls in loose waves to the middle of her back. She typically wears her hair in a tight braid that crowns the top of her head when she is on patrol. Her luminous blue eyes, framed by delicate lashes, behold her surroundings with rapt focus and no small amount of curiosity. Her delicate face is composed of soft lines with high cheeks and rounded features. Her pert little nose is small and short, but somewhat upturned at the tip and dusted with a smattering of pale freckles. + |
| Harrow Steelhart + | A bull of a man, a hulking mass of bulging muscle and flesh with heavy shoulders, a thick neck and huge arms that make whatever he wears a size too tight. With his pale bluish skin, this herculean figure could be mistaken for a statue of the perfect masculine figure commonly found in the majestic gardens of any Great House. True to the old reputation of the Steelharts, the man does not smile and a permanent wolf's snarl is plastered across his face as if they are in a perpetual state of wrath and anger. Just as the mastiffs that his family is known for, Harrow has been bred for war. Pale blue eyes and dark, short cut hair, as well as various scars, make up the face of this hound of a man. A nose broken too many times, a horizontal cut across the cheek, a slash across the eyebrow. Yet these features mix in with definite masculine features - a stubbled sharp jawline, dimples in the cheeks and sharp features. + |
| Haseo Ekraiven + | This man looks to be around his mid-twenties with dark brown hair and light brown highlights. He has dark, boxy brows that are still neatly trimmed resting above a set of steely-blue eyes. His pale skin has a hint of color as he has a full beard which has been trimmed down almost to the level of scruff. He has soft, pouty lips, and a long, toned neck. He is on the tall side with a muscular body, at least what can be seen of it under whatever clothing he is wearing. + |
| Haven Leary + | This young woman has a slight figure, with lissome muscles and long silky raven black hair that tumbles in luxurious waves to the small of her back. Her glossy hair frames an oval face with an unblemished olive complection, deep heavy-lidded moonstone blue eyes, a small nose and lush rosey red lips. She has high cheekbones, and her countanence is of one who is aware of her status and talents, but is humble about it. + |
| Hazel Helianthus + | Tall and blonde, with sparkling blue eyes, Hazel has a firm jaw and a warm smile. Her shoulders are square and her frame powerful rather than elegant, with the evidence of hard work and working hard writ large in muscle and bone. With one or two small scars across her face she's no obviously no stranger to weaponplay, and the callouses on her hands mark her as a swordswoman. + |
| Helena Redrain + | At first glance, Helena Redrain may seem a fragile thing, not crafted for this world. Her face has a fae-like cast to it, courtesy of high cheekbones and something of the imp in the smiles or smirks that often turn up the corners of her full lips. Her heart-shape face boasts a strong chin that lifts when she feels stubborn or willful. Her wide eyes, often caught in a far-off gaze as she alights upon an idea, evoke the pure blue of an afternoon sky as it deepens toward twilight. Golden hair curls and twists with a mind of its own, and attempts to tame it are only partly successful as an errant strand or two always seem to fall free of any hairdo. Not tall, her body is slim and lissome with slight curves that lend an innate feminine grace to every movement she makes. + |
| Helewise Redreef + | Those who gaze upon Lady Helewise Redreef are met with the stony expression of someone who can probably count every individual smile she's ever offered. Tall without being towering, Helewise has the strong but shapely frame of a natural weightlifter. Her skin is immaculate and her black hair is doubly so, never anything less than perfectly coiffed and generally drawn tight. Cool and unsympathetic eyes and full, expressive lips give her lack of smiles an added severity. She carries herself with strict economy of motion that gives way to explosive bursts of physicality in a fight. + |
| Helia Redtyde + | Helia is a quicksilver-swift young woman, sculpted by seventeen years of sailing on the Compact's seas. The hourglass curves of her body have been toned and streamlined by a life of deckwork, swordplay and swimming in the ocean, while the sun's rays have coaxed out gilded freckles across her button nose and round rosy cheeks. She lacks the salt-weathered complexion often found among sailors, with only a whisper of fine lines beneath doe-like eyes of liquid-dark hazel. Her hair is a dusky brown that's inclined to bleach into golden highlights or to redden during blazing summers, falling down her back in a cascade of often-tousled waves. A feline smile transforms her face from something cute into something roguish -- a wide grin that reveals a flash of straight white teeth. + |
| Hella Redtyde + | Hella is a quicksilver-swift young woman, sculpted by seventeen years of sailing on the Compact's seas. The hourglass curves of her body have been toned and streamlined by a life of deckwork, swordplay and swimming in the ocean, while the sun's rays have coaxed out gilded freckles across her button nose and round rosy cheeks. She lacks the salt-weathered complexion often found among sailors, with only a whisper of fine lines beneath doe-like eyes of liquid-dark hazel. Her hair is a dusky brown that's inclined to bleach into golden highlights or to redden during blazing summers, falling down her back in a cascade of often-tousled waves. A feline smile transforms her face from something cute into something roguish -- a wide grin that reveals a flash of straight white teeth. + |
| Helle Waters + | Heartbreaking beauty. Loveliness found in sorrow. This is Helle at a glance. Her hair of midnight sable falls in sweeping waves to caress skin of pale alabaster, cheeks like roses, to frame eyes the dark gray of unfathomably deep wells. Pale pink lips almost always shape an inverse bow, pulled into gloomy contemplation one too many times, frozen in that cynical pout. Helle is tall, willowy, as if carved from the shape of a reaching tree somewhere, graceful lines and fragile strength, body stretching to the forest canopy to find the light. There is little care taken in garb, in grooming. Hers is a natural fairness. {w({nA little bit mad{w){n + |
| Helvetius Nightgold + | Long, curling dark locks of hair crown the top of this man's head and falls gently to his shoulders. His face is of an oval shape, with delicately-articulated cheekbones that slope downwards into a rounded chin. Sitting above a rounded nose are a pair of almond-shaped, brightly-colored hazel eyes which are rimmed by long lashes and topped by sparse brows. His pinkish, lower lip juts out slightly, giving it a pouty look. He has a sort of 'laissez-faire' look about him. He is often well-poised, sauntering haughtily about on his toned legs. + |
| Henrick Norgbern + | A veteran of war, Henrick has seen a few fights, and it shows on his face. his fair complexion is marred here and there with scars from past battles, mostly from caravan escorts to and from Arx. Well built and shaven, Henrick comes off as severe while on the job, because one mistake is all it takes for a sword to go through your gut. He shows his hedonist side everywhere else. + |
| Herbert Gavius + | With a near perfect bone structure, strong jaw, and deep brown eyes, the man would be considered quite eye catching if were perhaps not for his truly unfortunate hair cut that seems designed to produce the most bland of all possible looks with malice aforethought and his complete disregard for any kind of dress that does not proclaim to the world that he is quite possibly the most blandly average man alive. A typically detached expression of supreme disinterest does little to encourage any familiarity, or do him any favors in attractiveness. + |
| Hickson Gales + | He is of average height with brown hair, touched by the sun, and warm brown eyes composed of many overlapping hues. His body is lean, but athletic, and his gait is often slow and ambling. Many describe his voice and style of speech as comforting, though he can be boisterous or cutting given occasion. He is quick to smile, but also prone to staring in an unnerving manner, especially when asking difficult questions. + |
| Hildegard Redrain + | Unlike most of her Northman kin, Hildegard exudes an aura of calmness and serenity, a form of tranquility that only the most pious achieve. There is a certain grace to her movements, from the way she walks to simple gestures; each is precise and calculated, indicating a high degree of some type of training. She possesses a sense of purity, both visually and sensory; this young woman, given her appearance, could be the physical manifestation of the frozen North. Her waist-length hair cascades down her shoulders in straight, snowy white tendrils that are thick with volume, framing a heart-shaped face. Crystal blue eyes, brilliant in their coloration, stand out vibrantly against a curtain of black lashes set below dense, arched brows of a dark gray hue. A straight button nose rests in the middle of her face, a countenance that has a patrician cast with soft, full lips. She is as tall and brawny as some men are, thin yet her frame is toned and defined with muscle. There is a visible strength to this young woman; however, her curvaceous form and hourglass silhouette combine with her winsome features to retain a respectable degree of her femininity. She has a porcelain smooth complexion and nearly just as fair - pale with subtle rosy undertones to create a semblance of warmth. Her voice is smoky but welcoming in tone, however she rarely smiles or laughs, lending to her an air of unapproachability. + |
| Hiram Kelly + | Hiram Kelly doesn't quite reach six feet tall but he's close enough that he'll tell you he does. Despite that kind of height his whip-lean build works against him in the ways of striking an intimidating presence - or at least most of his presence in whichever ways it is being wielded is found in the force of his personality. He has the sun-loved skin of a man that has done a lot of travelling and the sort of dark eyes that have seen plenty of trouble in his time, with the kind of calloused hands that can't be just from his days of slinging ink or flipping cards. He isn't just well-groomed for a commoner, maintaining his appearance seems to be his watchword. Whether sober or deep into his cups he's inclined to smile usually and he does it well and calmly sometimes even when the situation should call for panic. Especially when something absolutely awful is leaving his mouth. + |
| Holden Morgan + | Tall and broad, Holden carries with him the look of controlled power. He has the fitness of a lifelong soldier with weathered beige skin that is prone to tanning with the amount of time he spends in the field. His face is drawn on hard, symmetrical lines, his brow heavy, nose long and straight, and lips more prone to frowns than smiles; it is not an unhandsome face, though, and a rare smile might do much to lighten it. His eyes are a dark, warm copper, and the curls of his dark hair are mostly tamed by keeping it cropped short. The even line of his jaw is marked by a dark, well-maintained full beard. + |
| Holt Weaver + | Here is a summer thunderstorm in a man's shape. He's all size and muscle and overwhelming good humor. No fellow as tall, broad shouldered and barrel-chested as he is should be so light on his feet, but so it is with massed stormclouds driven by high winds, and so it shall be with Holt too. He has too much energy to channel and a lifetime of activity has made him quick on his feet, more so than any would expect of a man his size. This energy gives him a lively, exuberant demeanor; no emotion touches him that does not immediately register in his expression, and sincerity shines in his face like a beacon. He is impulsive, extravagant in his declarations, and probably, most will conclude, not very bright. They'd be wrong about that last part. He has long coal-black hair and a tan that speaks of hours spent out of doors. His eyes are a pale, steely grey, but despite the starkness of their color, they have a youthful kind of friendliness to them that provides a pleasant contrast to the masculinity of his face. Those eyes sit below slightly bushy eyebrows, and above a set of high cheekbones, a straight nose and a wide but somewhat thin-lipped mouth. He has a strong chin and a well defined jawline that frames his face nicely, and always seems to sport at least a little bit of stubble. The sun has left crinkles at the corners of his eyes, though the responsibility for that could be chalked up to his frequent smiles. + |
| Hope Sovlik + | Standing at five-foot-ten, the tall, lithe female has pale skin with white-blonde hair that flows down the middle of her back, accentuating her round face with silver-emerald green eyes, high cheekbones, straight nose and full pink lips. On her right forearm is a silvery-blue tattoo of a viper, the head resting on her wrist and its body coiling up her arm, the tail coming to rest on the inside of her elbow. The tattoo seems to pulse and glow, writhing on her arm as if about ready to come to life. Her hands look dexterous, as if made for wielding a bow or playing the piano. + |
| Horatio Mercier + | With a nondescript build and height, and often plain or practical attire, it's remarkable just how easy Horatio stands out in a crowd; his perpetually tousled hair, left that way from combing his fingers time and time again through the bangs, which is normally the cause. It's the lustrous shade of shimmering silver on one so young that draws the eye long before his eyes dare to drown the one looking. Stormy cobalt eyes detract from an otherwise youthful countenance, shifting maelstroms study the world around him with contempt matched to the scowl oft etching years into his brow. Despite that though, thanks to a fine bone structure and a squared jaw, the rest of his angular features could go so far as being handsome-- if 'brooding genius' is to taste. The dappled scars of his lips and brow hardly distract from it, missing a line of hair in one brow, and his lower lip has a few faint lines through the thick of it, even the twice-broken nose looks too out of place. All the scars from previous fights contradict his lean build, he is in no way a natural athlete or even a trained one, and from the look would make a better sprinter than a fighter. + |
| Hulvaster Hagelin + | Pallid skin near matches the platinum blonde, shoulder-length locks that fall loosely across his face. Much of Hulvaster's face is sharp, hawkish; a nose that juts out pointedly, deluge blue eyes forever squinting, and a trained but jagged smile. He seems well-kept, for the most part, his face with a cleanly shaved beard and adorned in basic, plain garb that marks him as comfortably nondescript. He has the build one would expect of a man entertained solely by books; lithe, but not wiry, slender but far from elegant. + |
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| Ian Kennex + | An overwhelming calm and a razor sharp focus surround this man, turning a demeanor that could otherwise be called 'flat' into something detached and dangerous. Pain and determination are carved deep in his graven features, aging him prematurely, and there's gray sprinkled in his dark hair, but his eyes are serene. His eyes are a deep, almost impossible shade of electric blue, and his level gaze, when he fixes it on someone, could be a weapon in its own right. He has the compact, athletic build and powerful upper body of a fighter, and wears, under his clothing, the scars to match. Someone who cares to look close might notice that his boots are reinforced on the inside with a complex system of diamondplate braces, barely outlined by the thick leather exterior, but enough to be visible. There's a cane to go with those braces, and this man who looks to have faced a lifetime of violence seems to need it. + |
| Ianna Greenmarch + | Her hair is a deep mahogany auburn that curls slightly the longer it grows. She has a tendency to keep her hair swept up and out of her face. Practical but elegant all the same. Her expressions range from concentrated, deep in thought to a peaceful lovely smile. Bright hazel eyes peer out at the world around her with a look of intrigue and curiosity. + |
| Ianthe Artusio + | Ianthe is a fairly small woman, not very tall and rather dainty altogether, but she more than compensates for her lack in physical stature with a headfull of wild black curls and a generous mouth often curved into the most wicked of smiles. Usually dressed in the most outlandish styles she can find in the brightest colors, Ianthe knows how to make a lasting impression, either good or bad. + |
| Icelyn Acheron + | Dark gaze slowly drawn towards the upper corners of her eyes as she speaks, Icelyn keeps just shy of making direct eye contact in most social situations. It isn't rare, however, to catch her staring at a face while the other person is looking away! The contradictory formidability and reserved mousiness with which she carries herself are often at odds, presenting themselves at unlikely intervals. Light of foot and slender of build with a rich coffee-colored complexion, it isn't hard to imagine her roaming on ahead as the spritely lookout for a larger military party. + |
| Ida Ferron + | While not a beauty of the ages, Ida has a way about her that commands attention. It could be her tall, strong, statuesque bearing, muscled and toned like a true warrior. It could be her brilliant, beautiful smile that lights up her chiseled face. Her rich dirty blonde hair often is pulled back in a practical tail, keeping her face free. Her quiet brown eyes sparkle with life when she works in the forge or the fight ring, giving her a youthful countenance. Her laugh rings, deep from the belly, warming the heart. As a whole, she is beyond more than the sum of her parts, a striking woman, in every sense of the word. + |
| Ignacio Fidante + | A handsome man with an air of sophistication, Ignacio exhibits practiced perfection in almost every aspect of his life. His dark hair is meticulously groomed and he is always clean shaven. It is a rare day when a shadow of stubble appears on his cheeks. He is tall and broad, his body honed from a lifetime of fighting, and his hands are thick and calloused from years of riding. He is the epitome of a knight and chivalrous to a fault. One might mistake him at first for a knight of the Oathlands, but his smile is quick and mischievous and his expressive eyes seem to hold onto a dark secret that makes him all the more alluring. + |
| Ilandra Veracrucis + | Taller than most woman, she stands at five foot nine. With her skin being a dusky brown. Her eyes have a upturned almost asiatic look to their shape, with irises of amber and chocolate. Thus forming, almost glittering, honey irises. Her hair are tangles of beautiful chestnut curls. Her lips are bow but full and she is almost always with a smile on her expression. Most of her height comes from her long dancer legs. Hers is a body of soft curves that are modest. + |
| Iliana Leary + | Clouds of dark hair, when loose, fall to the midst of Iliana's back; braided, she wears them in coils at the back of her head, out of the way. Tiny freckles dust across the bridge of her small, upturned nose. Her eyes are an intensely deep blue, large, round, and framed by thick, dark eyelashes. There's a cherubic, aggressively young-seeming fullness to her face and cheeks that she can't seem to shake no matter how many years she grows through. Inclined to fullness in her body as well, the tendency is undercut by just how active and energetic she is, leading to a stocky, well-muscled, broad-hipped frame. Her lips are full but pale, sometimes painted darker when she remembers that makeup is a thing that exists. + |
| Ilinca Corvini + | Like many of the Corvini, Ilinca posseses the raven-black hair of the bird for which their family was named. In her case, it falls in long waves around a proud, angular face dominated by smokey green eyes that seem perpetually half-lidded. Strikingly high cheekbones are paired with a long nose and high, sharply-arched brows. Full lips turn down at the corner, and though undoubtedly lovely when curved into a smile, they more often rest on the verge of a moue. When she speaks, it's in a low alto tone thickened by her heavy accent -- Lycene, clearly, but of some obscure variation that's difficult to place, bordering even on the exotic + |
| Ilira Starling + | A mere five feet from head to toe, she brims with boundless energy, fire in her azure irises and freedom in her effortless movements. A full, wild mass of raven curls cascades luxuriously about her dainty form to brush the taper of her waist, spun with the richness of velvet and the luster of silk. Fringed lavishly by sable lashes, her deep, crystalline eyes are a melange of blues, immense and softly canted with fiery gold starbursts at the pupils. Her fresh-faced radiance belies the years behind her gaze, with a rosy flush at the apples of her cheeks and a pert little nose above heart-shaped carmine lips which part to flash her pearly teeth. Skin the color of snow glows with undertones of sun-soaked gold, while a silvery hint of scarring laces her collarbone and left palm. Despite her petite delicacy, the generous swell of her bust and the luscious curve of her hips enrich her silhouette, each flow and sway of her lissome body evoking the lean, fluid musculature at her core and throughout her shapely limbs. + |
| Ilira Starlys + | Her voluminous raven hair, lush as heavy velvet, cascades around her dainty form in silken ringlets that sway past the flare of her hips, warm with red-gold highlight. Over the point of her ear, a curl falls to linger against her round cheek. She is touched vulpine, in the brushstroke arch of her brows, the curve of her slim jaw, the button of her nose and peek of her fangs. Fragile as snow, her porcelain skin glows from within, rosed across her high cheekbones and flushed sanguine in the bloom of full lips. Azure eyes, large and upturned to a soft tilt, drink light through the languid sweep of sable lashes, her pupils ringed in fiery gold. Filigree scars trace her collarbone to the column of her throat, the crest of her right shoulder burned pearlescent. She curves in womanly silhouette, the delicacy of her figure refined lean throughout her shoulders, her spine, her slight waist and limbs. Branded with precision, a swirl of lines and angles laces her left palm, her inner wrists finely slashed. + |
| Ilira Whisper + | A mere five feet from head to toe, she brims with boundless energy, fire in her azure irises and freedom in her effortless movements. A full, wild mass of raven curls cascades luxuriously about her petite form to brush the taper of her waist, spun with the richness of velvet and the luster of silk. Fringed lavishly by sable lashes, her deep, crystalline eyes are a melange of blues, immense and softly canted with fiery gold starbursts at the pupils. Her fresh-faced radiance belies the years behind her gaze, with a rosy flush at the apples of her cheeks and the tip of her button nose. Pert, heart-shaped lips of sumptuous carmine part to flash her pearly teeth. Pale as snow, her creamy skin glows with undertones of sun-soaked gold, as a silvery hint of scarring laces her collarbone and left palm. The vivacity with which she carries herself sets off her sinfully blessed figure, from the swell of her plump bosom to the flare of her luscious hips, each flow and sway displaying the lean, fluid musculature at her core and throughout her shapely limbs. + |
| Illisahn Valardin + | This youth could almost be a boy or a girl at first glance. Her hair is kept short and tucked away, although it seems to be at a length that a few strands lay perpetually in her face. Her body lacks curves, especially when wearing any kind of loose clothing or armor, and her hands are rough from manual labor. She bears few scars, but has a birthmark the color of ebony on her neck that vaguely looks perhaps like an animal of some kind. Her nose is short, a bit sharp, and sits above a thin lipped mouth. Instead of soft flesh, her belly and limbs are toned, showing definition from what must be a daily calisthenics routine. Green, brown, and yellow rings form hazel eyes, larger and wider then any other feature on her face. A powerful, nostril-stinging spice covers her body odor, although the line between the two seems quite small. + |
| Ilmia Leary + | Of all of her observable details, one thing standsout the most: Sultry radiance. Possessing a fair complexion and skin tone, unblemished by age or battle, Ilmia looks to be in her mid to late twenties. Soft, delicate facial features include full, plump lips that are constantly curved into a devilish grin, hinting at the promise of a secret. Long, flowing hair of a copper red drapes down her head and onto her shoulders, reaching out for the small of her back, but not quite getting there. + |
| Ilsa Innes + | %TA delicate flower. A fragile gem. An apt description for the woman, in form and figure. Lush, tonal green eyes, darkly lashed, accented by perfectly arched brows illuminate her face, set above a puckish nose. Full, sweetly curved cupid's bow lips in a naturally rosey tone add a sensuality to her face, offsetting high cheekbones and a slender chin. Her skin is all peaches and cream, darkened by a peppering of freckles splashed over her skin. Her hair is a brilliant sun-kissed red, shot through with hints of sunset orange and gold, framing her face in the playful wisps, and falling down to the small of her back. + |
| Ilva Fidante + | Slender and dark, Ilva walks the line between grace and coltishness. Dark, umber-brown eyes peer out from an olive-toned face that tapers into a narrow chin. Her jet-black hair, waist-length when let down, is pulled back into a bun and affixed by two pins. Despite her efforts, wisps and locks of wavy hair have come free and fall about her face. Her physique is slim but accustomed to labor, and her hands are calloused from a lifetime spent at work. More accustomed to listening than being listened to, hers is an unassuming presence, smiling when looked upon and thoughtful when not. + |
| Ilvin Steadworth + | Short, trim and neat, Ilvin has the most contagious smile in the history of smiles. It begins with a twinkle in the warmth of eyes, and then creases their corners, and then wakes to a slight curve at the bow of his lips, and then grows to a grin that threatens to split his face. It's possible to get caught in this smile at any stage of the process, and its clear from the pattern of creases that begin on his face that he uses it often. His eyes are a warm, mellow shade, like fine cognac, and his hair is a deeper, richer gold, so dark it splits the difference between brown and blond. He moves quickly, lightly on his feet, as though twinkle were a verb that could apply to his walk as well as his eyes. + |
| Imane Zeva + | She is diminutive, but her boisterous personality can make her feel more imposing than she looks. Light reddish blonde hair frames an angular, expressive face with large blue eyes and a flawless peaches and cream complexion. High cheekbones give her a delicate mein, and full lips sit below a small straight nose. Her hair drapes down her back to curl at the waist, though two slender braids have been woven behind her ears, occasionally wrapping around the mass of hair to keep it out of her face. She has generous curves that give her a womanly appearance despite her young age, it is clear that she has not missed very many meals. + |
| Imi Deadfall + | Waist-length black hair in silken jet is usually kept bound in a tight braid to keep the locks out of the way, but on those occasions when it's undone the natural curl draws out the true luster of her hair. The blush of youth is still seen in her slightly soft looking face, the plump lips and full cheeks and button nose only highlighting this image. Her honey brown eyes are frequently drawn out with just a touch of makeup. This woman's 5'8" frame walks a balance between lush femininity and hard-working athleticism. + |
| Imogene Seraceni + | Imogene would be called adorable if she weren't so tall, statuesque if her essential demeanor weren't so mischievously elfin. Lacking all but the least hint of feminine curvature, her quirky beauty comes from the animation of her face and form and the liveliness of her deep violet-blue eyes. Imogene has an ineffable sparkle that lights up everything about her. It may come out as a twinkle of merriment, a glint of cool calculation, or the radiant flame of temper, but it's always there, ready to shine. Her crowning glory is her lustrous hair, so deep a shade of chestnut that it can appear almost black, the burnished waves seeming to glow like the rest of her with an inner fire. {w({nHer dark chestnut hair is worn up and arranged in a tucked bun at the nape of her neck.{w){n + |
| Indio Ravenseye + | Tall and intimidating, Indio is a large Northern man with broad shoulders and a lot of muscle. He has long red hair that falls just below his shoulders and a bushy beard that matches in length. His beard is often adorned with fashionably runic beads and his hair is usually down or perhaps styled with a couple braids if his cousins have gotten ahold of him. He prefers to dress ruggedly, comfortably, or in his armor as opposed wearing more fashionable and expensive materials. + |
| Ingrid Grimhall + | Slender but not frail, this young woman carried herself with purpose. She is of average height with a softly curved figure. Her eyes are a shade of blue that evokes images of calm seas, her aquamarine gaze turning stormy when her temper starts to build. Hair is usually pinned up in a flawless coif, but when loose reached down to the middle of her back. Blonde waves are shades of sunlight and honey, and frame wholesomely beautiful features. Soft rose-petal lips brighten when given over to smiles, appearing almost sweet. + |
| Ingvar Grimhall + | Tall, broad of shoulder, and standing just a whisker over six feet, his intense demeanor can be a bit much for some. His skin is lightly tanned, from years beneath the sun, and his complexion smooth, while appearing to be somewhere in his late teens to early twenties. A crop of short hair, a dark golden brown in color has been shaved down at the sides and back while the top is left alone, typically found pulled back in a traditional braid to keep it out of his field of vision. His face is sculpted with a strong jaw and angular cheekbones providing a backdrop for expressive features, the centerpiece of which are his eyes, deep set, azure blue and observant. + |
| Inigo Malvici + | With an easy smile and an engaging allure, Inigo pulls in looks from those he passes. His deep blue eyes reflect the soulful nature of a cultured noble. What he lacks in height he makes up for in charm, carrying himself with a confidence that comes naturally. His hands are strong and calloused, carrying the weight of whatever weapon is placed in to them with a skilled assuredness. His broad shoulders and sculpted arms speak to the care he gives his martial training. His voice is a thing of southern beauty, his Lycean accent accompanied by his charming smile is enough to make the purest of heart's skip a beat. + |
| Insaya Bergere + | Insaya does not immediately seize the attention for most people. She is gamine creature, barely rounded, with fair skin and wispy copper-colored hair, but nothing to write home about physically. Her gaze, though, is intense with brilliant, dark-flecked green eyes busy as long as they are open. Her expressive lips are prone to an occasional sideways hook that bespeaks a sly humor. + |
| Iona Bisland + | Fierce strength and power forced into the form of courtly grace makes Iona a striking, yet not conventionally beautiful woman. Taller than many of her peers, with broader shoulders than the slight, courtly maidens, Iona moves with a sense of purpose, occasionally having to force herself to slow down and move more gently. Her facial features tend toward sharp, stark lines, softened by the gentle wave of her hair, and the wide, lovely emerald green of her eyes. All emotions show clearly on her face, though she does have the ability to maintain control of them. + |
| Iosif Grimhall + | Built on a tall, solid frame with the broad shoulders and the barrel chest his family is known for, Iosif is naturally athletic and at the height of physical prowess and his powerful body fills out his armour well. A pair of strong brows frame a pair of clear blue-green eyes whose gaze is intense, revealing a man that could be on the brink of passionate violence or violent passion at the drop of a hat. His face bears a serious mouth and fulsome, neatly groomed beard that serves to outline the strength of his jawline. His brown hair has been grown long at the top and shaved around the sides. Typically, it's worn in traditional islander style braids and pulled back, left to fall down his back past his shoulder blades. + |
| Iovita Igniseri + | Iovita is the kind of young woman who will be known as striking in a decade or two's time; alas, that those decades have not already settled themselves onto her sharp-featured face and angular frame. Her complexion is clear, dusky olive skin a warm compliment to the liquid-dark of her eyes, but even the dark, unruly tumble of riotous curls that falls to-mid back isn't enough to soften her. If an observer is of a charitable mind, she is merely unfinished, newly grown into height and length of limb; uncharitably, she is raw-boned and awkward, ineffectively faking her way to a grown-up sense of poise. + |
| Ira Dedalin + | Ira is a mess of gawky, lithe limbs and curly, untameable hair. His arms are too long, making them perfect for grand sweeping gestures, or manipulating things in high places. His legs are longer, contributing to most of his six hand and a half-finger height, and are usually bent at the knee to provide an easy slouch when he walks. He's got a gaunt, long face with high, flat cheekbones that give him a rather austere appearance -- and one at the risk of looking sickly for malnutrition. This all leads up to those amber eyes; he has a gaze that's the color of a good evening whiskey. An unruly mop of dark brown curls rests on his head, and pours down to his shoulders. In the right light, his his hair turns a shade black, and it's always stuck up in different angles depending on the day he's had. + |
| Iraia Nightgold + | More than half her face bears the scars of burnt flesh, a livid red expanse of almost scaly skin that creeps from beneath what is quite obviously a wig of stiff brunette curls and stretches across one ruined eye, past an angular chin and continues down her neck. The rest consists of a straight, narrow-bridged nose and a single remaining eye of a rather solemn shade of grey, a face that would likely once have held a slightly fierce kind of beauty. Petite, she is frail with a slight stoop that taints her youth, limbs birdlike with her right hand a scarred and twisted claw with three fingers reduced to stumps. + |
| Irisa Wainryte + | Wide dark eyes peer with confident interest out at the world from a field of well bronzed and smooth skin. Her dark hair falls straight and thick to the center of her shoulders. Her face is avid and open, its shape a classic heart, with high cheekbones and her chin a graceful point. She has also been blessed with a natural smile that seems to radiate warmth when it high spirits, like her face was meant to wear that expression. Her nose is a small and has an subtle imperfect balance that speaks to an ages-old break. The strong features may have given the impression of a defiant youth when younger, but give her a sharper and more patrician look as an adult. + |
| Irkucist Vinci + | This man looks as if he needs to be force-fed a feast or three. Standing five and a half feet tall, his is thin, gaunt, and rather sickly looking. His light brown eyes, however, tell another story, one of life and determination. His black hair is neathly groomed then pulled back from his face. A strong jawline is very present, though it doesn't fully distract from the hollowness of his cheeks. His smile, when it appears, is one that can light up a room. + |
| Iroh Keaton + | Iroh is a young man whose features are best described as fair and beautiful. His raven hair is long and smooth, descending to just below his shoulders and his eyes are an intriguing mixture of blue and green in just the right quantities, which look upon the world with an intellectual and clever eye. He has high cheekbones but a chiseled jawline. His nose is not large or small, but just right to fit his face. His eyebrows are not bushy, but instead are more slim to help give a more refined presence. He currently sports no facial hair, but his lips are slim and slender rather than full, which gives him quite the canvas to express his emotions in full. Physically, Iroh is athletic and muscular, though he is not a large fellow by terms of this and possesses more of a slim-muscular build. He bears only a few scars from his many adventures and activities, but none of them appear to have been dangerous or threatening. + |
| Irony Aerisian + | This young woman is dark of complexion and hair, though there's a spray of darker freckles just visible across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. She's shorter than the average, a build one might refer to as 'petite', and while she's not actually /defensive/ about it she's quite happy to inform /anyone who asks/ that her mother was also very short. Her smoky green eyes are alight, a metaphorical inner fire burning at the young woman's heart that lends a bit more energy to every motion she makes and action she takes. She has a burning curiosity about anything and everything which catches her attention, and there's an intensity to her gaze when that curiosity seizes her -- a /force/ to her regard that almost borders on unsettling. But if she's a little too intense at time, she also has a ready smile and /boundless/ enthusiasm. + |
| Isabeau Telmar + | In any romantic painting of heroes vanquishing beasts of legend, you can find women just like Isabeau - bountiful curves, porcelain skin, and thick manes of golden curls that throw off an angelic corona when the light hits them just right. Her heart-shaped face is beyond sweet: delicate button nose, cherry bow of a mouth, and big round eyes framed by thick russet lashes. Her proportions could be used to teach a workshop, and her voice is a lovely contralto, smooth and soothing. + |
| Isabeau Valardin + | In any romantic painting of heroes vanquishing beasts of legend, you can find women just like Isabeau - bountiful curves, porcelain skin, and thick manes of golden curls that throw off an angelic corona when the light hits them just right. Her heart-shaped face is beyond sweet: delicate button nose, cherry bow of a mouth, and big round eyes framed by thick russet lashes. Her proportions could be used to teach a workshop, and her voice is a lovely contralto, smooth and soothing. + |
| Isabetta Gilden + | Startling blue eyes and amber blonde hair give Isabetta the kind of appearance fit for a predatory beauty such as she. With hairdos that often start the day stylish and refined, they steadily decline into mussed locks when upset by her activities. While not the tallest, she has an advantage of height thanks to her long, athletic legs built for running and dancing. Not the quickest to smile either, it's a rare pleasure to catch sight of Isabetta's fully formed grin lighting up her otherwise regal, tanned features. + |
| Isatis Relanah + | Thick, platinum blonde locks frame an oval face, cut to a neck-length bob. She has a straight nose and a small mouth with full lips, with amethyst orbs that peer out of her almond-shaped sockets; the crowning glory of her facial features as much of it is often obscured by soot and dust. She is short in stature, with a lithe, slender frame. Fairly proportioned, she can be considered to have a conventionally attractive figure. She has an expression of perpetual annoyance, though that is merely her neutral expression. + |
| Iseulet Aryn + | Delicate fine features surround those distinctive cerulean eyes. Long, braided honey blonde locks twist and turn creating a whimsical pattern down her back. Tiny glass beads, flowers and feathers decorate her fair locks. Tan, sun-touched skin that's got a brush of freckles. A proud nose and cynical smile adorns her pink lips. Her body is statuesque and willowy with a generous bosom that she makes sure tease onlookers with her Thraxian fashion. Lean athletic arms move down to musician's hands that is calloused from plucking her strings. Her long legs have a runner's strength that go down to calloused feet that have walked the roads sometimes barefoot. + |
| Iseulet Blackshore + | Delicate fine features surround those distinctive cerulean eyes. Long, braided honey blonde locks twist and turn creating a whimsical pattern down her back. Tiny glass beads, flowers and feathers decorate her fair locks. Tan, sun-touched skin that's got a brush of freckles. A proud nose and cynical smile adorns her pink lips. Her body is statuesque and willowy with a generous bosom that she makes sure tease onlookers with her Thraxian fashion. Lean athletic arms move down to musician's hands that is calloused from plucking her strings. Her long legs have a runner's strength that go down to calloused feet that have walked the roads sometimes barefoot. + |
| Iseulet Seryn + | Iseulet possesses an undeniable allure that stands out in a sea of beauty, easily setting her apart. Her features are set on an exceptionally symmetrical face, though her eyes are probably her most striking feature - almondine in shape and cerulean of color, they sometimes shift toward stormy hues or limpid shades betraying her emotions long before her sweet mouth confesses them. The tiers of these lips are full and pillowy-soft, and her voice as honeyed as the words she utters; as clear as a bell and rarely harsh of tone. She is graceful and slender of limb and toned of physique, and not lacking in enticing, feminine curves. Her sun-kissed skin is smooth and practically flawless, glowing with health and youth and is only complimented by painstakingly groomed golden blonde tresses that cascade down her back in a smooth, silken river well past her hips. + |
| Ishmael Gilden + | Ishmael has an intelligent look about his face. He is always aware of the conversations and subtle manipulations that seem to go on around him. His skin is dark, showing that he is from the far south of the Arvum continent and well adapted to life there. His hair is cut close to his head to keep out of the way. He is well put together, though not physically strong since it is obvious that he is more accostomed to work indoors then anything physical + |
| Isidora Valardin + | This woman is the epitome of grace and beauty despite the array of emotions ever playing in her deep honey brown eyes. Her heart shaped face easily draws eyes to her delicate features without them getting lost in her wavy dark brown hair, which falls to about her waist. Her pale skin does not detour from the hourglass figure she has been blessed with nor the fact her legs seem to be impossibly long. + |
| Iskander Dawkins + | A hawkish nose, with deep-set eyes and heavy brows would render his expression severe were he not so often smiling - a bright flash in the dark frame of short-cropped beard, salt-and-pepper beard. His frame is sturdy, the muscle of his youth still there, but the hard cut softened by time and a fondness for good food and better wine. He moves well, and easily, save a slight limp that grows more pronounced in the damp and cold of Winter. + |
| Islin Harthall + | Silky curls of pitch black sit neatly atop a face that while handsome also bares a certain softness to it. Those curls while gently windswept at times are kept neatly brushed and well cared for. Straight eyebrows sit over eyes of a soft sea hued blue with subtle tones of green swirling in their depths. His skin is smooth, pale but not overly so. The lean and well toned body he possesses hints at a past spent training in speed and agility, his muscle tone subtle and light but still very much present. + |
| Isobella Velenosa + | A waist-length mane of riotous, reddish-brown curls frame a face that is decidedly composed amongst the chaos. Golden eyes with a hint of steel sit beneath dark brows in a perpetually skeptical arch. Hers is the leonine grace of youth, all slender curves and long limbs that never seem out of place, centered in her own sphere of blossoming gravitas. + |
| Isolde Velenosa + | Some women try to look sultry, to captivate the minds and attentions of others using coy looks and lascivious postures. Isolde has no need of such parlor tricks. Often having a far away look, like listening to whispers only she can hear, or watching a play only she can see, there always seems to be an air of mystery surrounding the beautiful young Velenosa. Her lips always smile, sometimes dreamy, other times full of gentle life that warms the spirit, and the expressions light up her rich dark eyes. Her hair is always immaculate, the darkest black of onyx. Her grace is one of otherworldy ease, touched by something mystical, each step as if she walks on a cloud. Her laughs are full of music, and her voice is gentle and warm. It seems an odd dichotomy for one devoted to the Dark Reflection. + |
| Itzal Culler + | Short black hair with deep brown eyes, along with a sharp but pleasing face, Itzal attracts the eye, especially with his agile and tall build. He is the picture of the tall, darkly handsome stranger, the bad boy there to seduce with his hints of danger hiding a no doubt complex soul... Or so one would imagine, until Itzal proceeds to systematically and ruthlessly shatter expectations, with no small amount of malicious glee. + |
| Ivar Halfshav + | Tall and broad, Ivar is built more like a bear than a man. He is massively muscular, built more for function than any marble statue. His pale blond hair is long and shaggy, trailing down to his shoulders and joining seamlessly with an equally unkempt beard. His features are squared, with deep set eyes of icy blue that rest beside a broad nose. Scars run across his arms and hands, evident more of little nicks rather than any large wounds. His right hand in particular is heavily scarred around the knuckles. + |
| Ivarr Saltblood + | Without an ounce of fat on his body, and hardened by a lifetime at sea, Ivarr is a man that's seen violence in his lifetime. His jet black hair is shaved at the sides, then pulled back into one long braid, and pale blue eyes stare out under black eyebrows at his surroundings. His face is scarred, though conventionally handsome, if angular. A jet black beard is worn on his cheeks, with the ends at his chin braided into two long plaits. He has broad shoulders, thick muscles, and his large hands have the callouses of a sailor or soldier, if not both, judging by the scars and tattoos down his arms. When visible, his back, chest, stomach, and legs are all covered in various inked images of sea battles, mythical monsters, and traditional sailor flash. + |
| Ivy Blackram + | Like all of the Blackram line, Ivy stands over six feet tall with a sturdy, athletic build. Sharp of face but soft of feature, her eyes are an arresting shade of pale spring green that seem at odds with her generally stern countenance. Her face is framed by rich black hair streaked through with sun-lightened ruddy highlights, its length perhaps a few inches below her shoulders. Often windswept and touseled, she doesn't seem to have much interest in taming the strands. The rest of her features are rather standard, though pleasingly arranged. Her 'style', if it can be called that, absolutely tends towards durability and comfort over fashion. Linens, wools, and leathers with little adornment or accessorization in House colors or earthen tones. Even in the warmest of weather, she has a tendency towards long sleeves and keeping fully covered, preferring to sweat than to bare skin. + |
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| Jacali + | Intense; there's something that lurks beyond the surface of stark, pale green eyes that watch the world with such avid interest that it enters into the world of questionable intent. Large and bright, angled and almond in shape, outlined with dramatic kohl and topped with thick, dark lashes that shade them just so, standing out against the pristine palour of perfectly youthful skin. A splash of pale pink on small but full lips, a kiss of colour across high and wide cheeks. She's quick to smile, coyly and all, with an unmissable yet unplacable charm. Thick hair in haphazard bob, inky in hue, shining like satin, held in place by one of a myriad of hats at her disposal. Her jaw is angular, but her chin is round; a softness well placed, bringing a sort of gentleness to her fine-featured face. Her form is short, her limbs long; a healthy build, if not a particularly imposing one, stretching just barely past 5'1" in all her glory. + |
| Jacali Crown + | Intense; there's something that lurks beyond the surface of stark, pale green eyes that watch the world with such avid interest that it enters into the world of questionable intent. Large and bright, angled and almond in shape, outlined with dramatic kohl and topped with thick, dark lashes that shade them just so, standing out against the pristine palour of perfectly youthful skin. A splash of pale pink on small but full lips, a kiss of colour across high and wide cheeks. She's quick to smile, coyly and all, with an unmissable yet unplacable charm. Thick hair in haphazard bob, inky in hue, shining like satin, held in place by one of a myriad of hats at her disposal. Her jaw is angular, but her chin is round; a softness well placed, bringing a sort of gentleness to her fine-featured face. Her form is short, her limbs long; a healthy build, if not a particularly imposing one, stretching just barely past 5'1" in all her glory. + |
| Jace Redreef + | Jace Redreef looks like a man who has spent a good amount of time outdoors. Tall, without an ounce of fat on him, he has the typical broad-shouldered frame of a man who has been athletic instead of indolent. His handsome face is blessed with a strong jawline, and and abundance of laugh lines at his mouth and eye make him look "rugged" more than "old." His black hair is long, curling against the collar of his coats and shirts, often falling over his eye when he isn't paying attention. He only has the one blue-gray eye. His right eye seems to have fled him, and to cover its absence, he wears a leather eyepatch whose purpose is to be functional and protective rather than stylish. + |
| Jack Bathwater + | Unremarkable in height and build, Jack still sticks out. His hair is a wild mess that defies gravity. His sports a mustache and scraggly beard that doesn't quite match. It looks at once like appearances mean nothing at all, and yet everything. Why else keep one's hair like that? Add to that well-dressed and a naturally agreeable face and Jack is a fairly good-looking man. + |
| Jackson Brooks + | The look of sailor if there ever was one. Six foot even and the robust, corded muscle of one who has worked upon ships all their life. With a darkened copper tan by years in the sun, Jackson's skin has a slightly weathered look from the amount of time being outside and the the spray of seawater wearing on his oval face and slightly angular features. His eyes are a clear, bright blue and with longer brown hair just past his shoulder, a few sections of hair having been twined together to thing, but long braids. + |
| Jacque Lyonesse + | As a man of tall stature and a broad-shouldered, well-defined build, Jacque cuts a warrior's figure, indeed. His hair is straight and light brown, often kept short, complementing the clear sky blue of his eyes, which are often expressive. He has been gifted with a strong, well defined jaw and handsome features - a straight nose, lips that are slightly upturned at the corners and a sunkissed countenance, the result of an emphasis on physical activity. + |
| Jacque Valardin + | As a man of tall stature and a broad-shouldered, well-defined build, Jacque cuts a warrior's figure, indeed. His hair is straight and light brown, often kept short, complementing the clear sky blue of his eyes, which are often expressive. He has been gifted with a strong, well defined jaw and handsome features - a straight nose, lips that are slightly upturned at the corners and a sunkissed countenance, the result of an emphasis on physical activity. + |
| Jadara Platinum + | Jadara cuts an impressive figure not only in the physical sense, but in how she projects her presence more intensely than a five foot five woman should be able to. Her molten colored irises possessed of a spark of flame behind them, brilliant and fierced, even when under control and their shape lack the epicanthic fold that is common to those outside of Jadairal. Her face is wide, sweeping high cheekbones and elegantly shaped full lips with a delicate nose and the tapered ears of the elves. The graceful and long-limbed beauty has dramatically long hair that reaches down to her waist; lustrous and straight in ways that make it obvious she brushes it religiously. Although she is attractive and exotic looking in her own right, it is in the way she narrows her eyes or arches a brow that Jadara commands attention, and in doing so the Undying transcends her beauty and defines herself by actions, more than looks. Were she to reveal it there is a birthmark, or perhaps white ink tattoo, on her stomach in the shape of a whorl that draws the eye. + |
| Jael Laurent + | Jael's features are a little too fine, a little too sharp. The strength of her jaw suggests determination and will. The black eyebrows are sharply defined over her eyes, blue and clear and often glittering with wit and focus. Slim but wiry, her grace is that of a frequent rider and archer. Her lips are thin, her mouth often set hard. Her rare smiles light her face with a candle's warmth, flickering and warm. Her hair is long; loose, it cascades to the blades of her shoulders in a shimmering cloud of midnight black, but most often it is kept braided elaborately into crowns or twists of hair, swept back and up away from the planes and angles of her face. + |
| Jaenelle Velenosa + | Lovely beyond compare, Jaenelle embodies all that is perfect about a woman. Her large blue eyes sparkle with a joy of life, even when staring off into space. Her creamy skin, unblemished by the trials of life, looks as smooth as satin. Soft highlights of pure gold set her flaxen hair ablaze as it curls ever so slightly about her cherubic face. More often than not, her expression is filled with cheer and mild, delighted mischief. + |
| Jaerith Keaton + | Leonine, from the mane of thick ash blonde hair that frames a handsome face that cannot help but appear proud, Jaerith Keaton is a lion among hounds. Sleek is a word that could easily describe the lazy grace of his long limbs, the casual elegance of his posture. There is a sense of indolence that belies the energy simmering under the surface. His green eyes observe the world around him as if the whole of existence were a stage for his enjoyment alone. Frequent, sensual smiles easily convey his appreciation of the world around him. + |
| Jalal Whisper + | Tall, at five feet, ten and a half inches in height, with a frame that is lithe and athletic; lightly muscled, and toned in the way that only the keen attention and discipline from dancing can offer. This youth appear either to be in his late teens, or his very early twenties, with dusky, tanned skin that tells of Eurusi decent, and a crop of sable hair that sits messily atop his head. Warm, amber eyes are set beneath a heavy brow, lending an intense cast to the young man's visage, which is strikingly handsome, sculpted with a strong jaw and angular cheekbones that provide a backdrop for expressive features. A heart shaped mouth tends to pull downward at the corners, only adding to the somewhat severe cast of his expression. Though, striking as he may be, it's the strange, almost unearthly grace of his movements that tends to hold people's attention the most. + |
| James Chereau + | Long shoulder length straight brown hair that is usually kept in a top bun on his oval shaped head, keeping his clean-shaven face and light grey eyes clear. His white skin is sun kissed to the point it has become rough and leathery fading some of the many tattoos he has over his body. The tattoos in their ambiguity speak about a life of crime, its merits, lost, and ultimately the prison time and place he served in. His shoulders are wide, lean-muscled arms and legs, and an athletic frame. + |
| Jameson Valardin + | Standing a solidly built 6'2", this man stands out in his own way. His hair is dark brown and cut to only a few inches, and he is clean shaven save for a few days stubble. His skin is tanned and mostly smooth, save scars from battle here or there. His otherwise very handsome face is marred by a long, thin scar running diagonal from forehead to chin. It adds character. The man looks to be in his mid to late twenties. + |
| Jamie Greenmarch + | Though the eldest Greenmarch son is a physical specimen to behold, his strapping physique is easily matched by mossy green eyes that always seem to carry this distant, yet piercing vibe to them. Where those emeralds look, they always seem almost disconnected, distant even, as if the wielder were seeing things others could not. The complexion of Jamie's skin has a slight weathering look to it and a healthy tan, indicating the man has spent many years outdoors. His sandy brown hair is short with hardly any attention paid to its neatness. Physically, the prodigal son is in the peak of shape, the product of years of discipline and training, muscles carved as if sculpted from the old oak pillars that hold up the family home. He stands roughly six feet tall, one hundred and ninety pounds with every inch and pound of that height packed with lean, symmetrical muscle. Though his clothing often shifts with the weather, Jamie is most often seen in fur-lined leathers and hide over the more showy fashion that others of his social standing would wear. + |
| Jan Kennex + | Jan Kennex commands the space around her with dramatic height and physical strength, broad-shouldered, compactly muscled, and strong-jawed. Her voice - clarion and clipped - is purpose-built to cut through layers of bullshit. Her large, arresting eyes are a dark gray, fierce and stormy beneath fine, stark brows. Her hair is a short cap of dark gold waves, cut sensibly to stay out of her face, which accentuates the strong bones of her features. A white scar runs down her neck in a remnant of an unforgotten close call. While she has tattoos - a sea bird, a tidal wave, a running wolf - they are generally not visible. + |
| Janora Grayhope + | Standing tall, the first thing that strikes you about this woman is her soldierly appearance. She has short cut hair, pulled back into a small bun. Across her left cheeks is a long scar, a mark likely brought through her old fighting career. Her body is rugged and toned, built for and by rigors of the war. + |
| Jarel Redrain + | Jarel's raven black hair is cut to be rather short. Apparently he doesn't like to have excessive hair, which might be surprising when people figure him for a northerner. His eyebrows are rather bushy. His eyes are large and expressive enough, with steel grey irises. His nose has snub type to it and his lips seem a bit on the pouty side. This gives him a rather boyish look, which can be sort of surprising when one takes into account how rather muscular and big he actually is. While his face seems rather perfect, those looking closer will notice a faint scar that forms a long line on the side of his left eye. Given he doesn't seem to have suffered any loss of his left eye or vision, it's hard to determine how this scar was formed without loss of eye. And while his face seems to only have that lone scar, the rest cannot be said from any body part that is uncovered: he seems to be scarred all over. + |
| Jareth + | He's a rake and a rogue, from the sparkle in his green eyes to the mischievous tilt of his dimpled grin. Maybe he'd been a handsome youth but middle-age has done more for Jareth than the bloom of youth could have. The rumples that appear on his brow and beside his hawkish nose are endearing; the silver that laces his thick dark hair is heaviest at the temples and lends him a distinguished air. A long-healed scar bisects one feathery eyebrow and adds a touch of dangerous charm to his already appealing features. He is tall and lean, and moves like a fencer, or a dancer...or a lover. + |
| Jareth Crown + | He's a rake and a rogue, from the sparkle in his green eyes to the mischievous tilt of his dimpled grin. Maybe he'd been a handsome youth but middle-age has done more for Jareth than the bloom of youth could have. The rumples that appear on his brow and beside his hawkish nose are endearing; the silver that laces his thick dark hair is heaviest at the temples and lends him a distinguished air. A long-healed scar bisects one feathery eyebrow and adds a touch of dangerous charm to his already appealing features. He is tall and lean, and moves like a fencer, or a dancer...or a lover. + |
| Jareth Masque + | He's a rake and a rogue, from the sparkle in his green eyes to the mischievous tilt of his dimpled grin. Maybe he'd been a handsome youth but middle-age has done more for Jareth than the bloom of youth could have. The rumples that appear on his brow and beside his hawkish nose are endearing; the silver that laces his thick dark hair is heaviest at the temples and lends him a distinguished air. A long-healed scar bisects one feathery eyebrow and adds a touch of dangerous charm to his already appealing features. He is tall and lean, and moves like a fencer, or a dancer...or a lover. + |
| Jaromir Redrain + | A bear of a man, young and robust with a light brown mixture of intricate braids and loose hair that billows around his shoulders. + |
| Jarryck Buckwheat + | A toweringly tall man and powerfully built, Jarryck has the obvious build of a soldier, and this has been honed over the years. He has a close cropped dark brown beard, covering a face with green eyes and a slight tan, caused by his time in the field. Although perhaps fearsome looking at first, he often has a smile on his face, and rarely scowls. When in battle, Jarryck dresses in mail and boiled leather, but when in more relaxed situations he wears brown breeches, leather boots, which are well worn and made of rather bad quality leather, and a matching tunic. + |
| Jasher Thrax + | As the quintessential son of Thrax, Jasher maintains all but perfect mastery over his expressions and physical motions. People see only what he allows them to see, with rare exceptions. There is not an ounce of spare flesh on his lean frame, the sailor's life having shaped a raw, rangy figure into corded strength and athleticism. He is more inclined to frown than smile, but in those rare moments when mirth is unshackled, it touches his eyes: deep, pale beryl, sharp and intelligent framed by dark, well-defined eyebrows. Light stubble accentuates his strong jawline and frames a bold, straight nose that enhances the character of his face. + |
| Jasmine diFidante + | The light cocoa complexion speaks to something more than the sun-dusky skin of the Lyceum to be found in this woman's birth, but the striking use of cosmetics to highlight her features. Lush lips frequently find a dark shade of glossy color to make them seem fuller; her eyes are rarely without an outline that draws their shape more almondine; and what would be a day without a hint of ruddy rouge to bring out the look of sculpted cheeks? Jasmine is a woman that takes care to show only what she wants others to see: a vibrant, exotic woman. She even keeps her hair done in multiple braids of different lengths, coifed or coiled in unique ways that take her maid a considerable amount of time. + |
| Jason Elio + | Jason has a light small frame with muscles clearly outlined in his clothing. His short black hair, in the style of someone of middling social status, frames a pale thin face. Besides these traits he is rather unassuming in physical appearance. He carries himself with a confident walk and his grey eyes look as if he's studying everything he looks at. + |
| Jasper Steelhart + | Lord Jasper Steelhart carries the broad shoulders and barrel chest his family is known for, taking after his ancestors from Highhill. He's at the height of his physical prowess, his powerful body filling out his armor well. There is a maturity to the young man that shows he's had to take a lot in the last few years. His smiles are few and far between, and his grey eyes have a jaded look to them. His face carries a shadow of beard, because the man is oftentimes too busy to shave. His black hair cut closely in a military style common for Valardin knights. + |
| Jasra el-Farah + | A blend green, gray, and hazel create a striking muddied-green color, like the water of a desert riverway held back by almond-shaped banks of her eyes. Narrow upticks of eyebrows further encouraging the focus on those eyes, drawing some of the attention away from a slightly long nose. Her bow-shaped lips are frequently painted in some form of pink. There's a delicate look to the lines of cheek and jaw, something refined and noble about them. All of this is made more obvious with the frequentness with which she wears her hair back in some intricate set of braids. Jasra is a tall figure at 5'11" and lithe of build save for the accent of a woman's curves. + |
| Jaufrey Whitehawk + | Jaufrey appears to exude the glow and life of great health, with the broad shoulders and sculpted musculature to match. His tousled brown hair seems to fall just right to make him look boyishly handsome regardless of what state he's in. Its dark color is a strong contrast to his bright green eyes. Sociable to the point of charming, he is something of a restless young man with a smile never far from his face. + |
| Javarn Evrith + | Built with a slender, muscular frame, Javarn stands at just shy of six feet tall with light, honey-caramel skin. Those broad shoulders of his only giveway to an equally broad, chiseled torso. Shoulder length, obsidian black hair set atop a head of angular, sharp features and bright green eyes. Slashed across the right cheek is the vague impression of a scar, earned from some previous battle. + |
| Jay Rosen + | An athletic build has sculpted Jay as a man of strength and endurance, and some perceive him as being in the wrong profession because of it. Shouldn't he be a knight? Naval commander? Captain of the guard? None of those. He is proportionate with muscled arms capable of swinging huge weapons and with strong legs that can run long distances. Instead, those very capable arms and hands wield writing utensils and fabric scissors, and those strong legs dance more than run. Standing at 6'2", he is broad shouldered with a presence that draws attention. Jay's facial features are that of a strong jawline, defined cheekbones, and laugh lines that appear as crows feet around the outer corners of his eyes. He can sometimes be found with the shadow of a beard, and his chestnut brown hair is usually kept closely cropped on the sides and a bit longer at the top. Blue eyes are windows to his mild nature and also have the tendency to reveal a sparkle of mirth when the proper conditions call for it. + |
| Jayanthi Hawkeye + | This little woman is quite plain upon initial glance. She has long black hair, which is so curly it borders on being wild, her skin is a golden tanned hue, as if kissed by the sun. Her eyes are a brilliant violet and her features are quite delicate and set in a heart shaped face. When glancing upon the rest of her she is found to be barely above five feet and of quite the slender build. She has /just/ enough curves to her body to make it clear she is a woman. Even when trying to be still this woman has some part of her in constant motion. She is a very animated person. + |
| Jayden Ravenseye + | Jayden is tall, standing somewhere near six feet; he has a slender but lithe build that seems whip-quick at times though quiet and motionless at a moment's notice. His hair is the black of a raven's wings, and his eyes a smokey grey that seems to sit the impossible place precisely between brown, blue and green. His hair has natural small curls that he lets grow to about his shoulders, keeping it in a sort of messy-neat state that seems effortless yet purposeful all at once. He generally keeps a light light beard well trimmed to the point it more hints at a beard then is a true one. When he is serious, his face can easily take on a completely cool, black look with ease -- but when he smiles it lights the whole of his face up. + |
| Jayeth Black + | Standing well over six feet in height, this powerfully built man is broad across the shoulders and deep chested, heavy muscles layered over a large, sturdy frame. His most prominent feature is a nose that has seen one too many brawls, though even then, his face tends more toward rakish than truly handsome. There is, however, a boisterous and nearly irreverent light to his energetic brown eyes, his dark hair and beard kept short on his tanned face. Thick arms and scarred, calloused hands carry the burns of the forge, rather than battle, a testament to his many hours shaping metal. + |
| Jeffeth Bayweather + | Broad-shouldered and strong, Jeffeth's physique is a testament to the countless hours of hard outdoor labor as well as cultivated athleticism of deliberate, careful traning. One would be hard pressed to find even a hint of an ounce of fat throughout the large coiled muscles that compose the man's body. Tall and imposingly broad, the man is not one who would be able to hide in a crowd very easily. The man's body is evidence of his legendary athleticism, strength and speed contained in the near perfect musculature of this behemoth of a man. With everything about this man being gigantic, it is easy for the man to strike an imposing figure. Coupled with that the extreme scarring and disfiguration, he is an intimidating presence to be sure. While half of his face could be considered handsome, clean and boyish, a gallant knight stepping straight out of the storybooks the other half of his face is a nightmare of scars and old wounds. It appears as if the entire right side of Jeffeth's face must have been melted off at one point. Though he has healed, the end result is a terrifying visage of healed over burn scars, pulling his lips permanently into a lopsided frown. The scarring continues down the man's neck and over his shoulder. Here, it appears an entirely different scar emerges. A strange winding scar that wraps around the man's giant bicep, almost like some sort of tribal tattoo winding down until it reaches the wrist. If seen without a shirt, the muscular landscaped sheathed in a gold-tanned skin continues to tell stories with scars. What appears to be bite marks are scarred onto one side, though the teeth look far to big to be any conventional animal. Perhaps a large bear? There are other scars, many, marring the man's body that speak of his continuous brushes with death. Despite this, his eyes are a deep, dark blue, yet despite their fathomless depths, there is an unceasing warmth that seems to glimmer in them. + |
| Jei Sevoi + | This young man is corded with lithe muscle and broad of shoulder despite his diminutive height of 5'4" and has a pair of slightly canted, amber eyes and kohl-black hair kept close-cropped to his head, though it tends toward messily sticking up. His forearms and knuckles show signs of mild, fading scars and his hands are callused from some kind of physical activity. + |
| Jenessa Lyonesse + | Akin to a floral bud coming into to flowering maturity, Jenessa is just beginning to blossom as a young woman who's entering adulthood. The comely Lyonesse stands a couple inches below average height with a thin, petite build that possesses an enviable hourglass silhouette. She has a lithe, nubile figure that carries a proportionate amount of curves in the appropriate places, enough to lend an air of undeniable femininity and mark her as a woman. Spilling down to the small of her back is a thick mane of dark walnut brown tresses, the lengthy strands voluminous, though holds no kink or curl, being perfectly straight. They frame an oval face that's mildly cherubic and symmetrical, harboring fleeting traces of youthful roundness and lofty cheekbones. Narrow, tenebrous brows arch over a pair of densely lashed almond-shaped eyes, ones of a light powder blue with dark limbal rings. A straight, celestial nose rests at the center of her visage, positioned above a pair of full, bowed lips, and every so often they give way to a warm, gentle smile. Porcelain-like is the young woman's complexion, smooth and free from mark or blemish with delicate rosy undertones that grant a natural blush upon her fair cheeks. She carries herself with an effortless grace, in such a way it gives an ethereal quality to her poised and noble bearing. + |
| Jenna Whisper + | Jenna is a rather young woman with features as soft as her voice, her face is slightly rounded and petite, hair stopping just above her lower back she often keeps it braided in one long tail. She is rather wiry and not very filled out as far as her figure, maintaining more of a sleek mousiness about herself. She is of average height and has soft hazel eyes. + |
| Jennyva Shepherd + | High arched brows over sweet doe eyes give Jennyva a regular expression that seems mildly surprised, or cheerfully inquisitive. She has a warm and earthy mein with her dark auburn hair and deep cinnamon eyes; that smattering of fawn freckles across her golden cheeks, and her pleasantly soft curves. A touch on the tall side but in no way athletic, this lady uses her stature mostly for the expert display of lush fabrics and smart tailoring. + |
| Jephray Pike + | Jephray stands a little under six feet tall, with dark hair that falls just short of touching his shoulders. The beard that clings to his jaw is well kept and styled, leaving the rest of his face clean. His features are sculpted and lean giving him a youthful appearance. His eyes a light grey, and they frame his hawklike nose. His skin is tanned lightly from long exposure to the outdoors. His arms and legs are corded and thickened with well defined musculature. Like some brothers his arms and torso have been covered in religious tattoos, though these are kept hidden by clothing, unless his sleeves are rolled up. Despite his muscled and somewhat bulky frame, he moves with the fluid, killer grace of a well versed knight + |
| Jeraldan Crown + | Tall, not really that athletic and rather thin, brown-honey'ish eye colour and brown, ruffled hair. Has a small and weird branding on the lower right of his torso. Has a calm and deep voice. Tends to sometimes look as if lost in thoughts. His lips look somehow dry. Other than the given description, he might just blend easily into any given crowd. + |
| Jeremiah Crown + | The barest hint of a widow's peak in his auburn hair is the only part of this young man that gives even the slightest impression of age, every other part of him fully youthful and downright vibrant. His hair hangs down to the shoulders, framing a face that is drawn with hunger. The most defining part of his features are the eyes, colored a brilliant azure, resting above a long, thin nose. The man comes in at roughly five-foot-seven, but seems perhaps slightly taller given the near-dangerous leanness of his body. + |
| Jeremiah none + | The barest hint of a widow's peak in his auburn hair is the only part of this young man that gives even the slightest impression of age, every other part of him fully youthful and downright vibrant. His hair hangs down to the shoulders, framing a face that is drawn with hunger. The most defining part of his features are the eyes, colored a brilliant azure, resting above a long, thin nose. The man comes in at roughly five-foot-seven, but seems perhaps slightly taller given the near-dangerous leanness of his body. + |
| Jericho Valardin + | The man before you stands at 6'1" tall with sharp, emerald green eyes that would remind someone of the jewel itself. His hair is like silver, glistening in the light that falls to about his shoulders. The rest of his features are rather simple with a somewhat-interestingly simultaneously strong, yet narrow jaw, squared yet narrow. with these features (and much to his chagrin), he is an extremely beautiful young man. His physique is athletic and outstanding, kept in pristine condition as one who would engage in intense exercise almost everyday and other exhausting physical activities. His muscles are defined and ripcorded, kept in perfect shape. He can always be found with a weapon on him and in his white armor, taking his job and mission as both a knight and hunter very seriously. + |
| Jerrica Grayson + | Tall and athletic, Jerrica's forest green eyes are always alert and tend to brighten when faced with any sort of argument or debate. Her skin is deeply tanned from spending hours upon hours out in the sun and her long, wavy brown hair is often left loose around her shoulders, not really as a statement of fashion but because she often forgets she should do something with it. + |
| Jessa Deepwood + | Jessa is a tall woman, and one writ large in both body and spirit. She's clearly one who is used to wearing armor and wielding a weapon, for she's built up a good thick layer of muscle beneath her tanned skin. Jet-black hair is cut short, all the better to fit beneath a helmet, and her brown eyes often sparkle with amusement. And everything she does is expansive; when she laughs, it's loud and joyous. When she gestures, she gestures expansively. In general, she's the sort of woman who's hard to ignore, whether or not she'd prefer to be. + |
| Jessamine Fawn + | Radiating warmth, her bright smile is frequent and almost permanently dimples both cheeks. Delicate in almost every way, from her high cheekbones to deft, slender fingers, her petite height makes her seem all the more fragile. Despite that, she moves with animated exuberance, and such life sparkles in those turquoise eyes framed by long, often fluttering lashes. Soft skin is kissed with a healthy, rosy flush, and her face is dusted with an adorable smattering of faint freckles. Thick, snowy blonde hair brushes down to the middle of her back, falling in naturally loose curls. + |
| Jeta Crown + | Jeta's has the lean, athletic frame of one used to much work and her tanned, dusky skin has spent much time in the sun. Her face is angular with tall cheekbones and sloping brown eyes that often sparkle in amusement. More often than not, the mop of dark brown curls that sit on her head have been pulled back and up out of her way. + |
| Jev Serving the Bislands + | A friendly looking and outgoing man with dark skin. He has brilliant hazel eyes that survey his environment with constant alertness and not a touch of introversion. A mop of dark brown hair rests upon his head. His young appearing age is belied by a gaze which seems to hold wisdom beyond - until of course he speaks. + |
| Jhond Langst + | Brawny and broad shouldered, the man here is an excellent example of the athletic male. His form is muscular and trim with hard lines and edges, but with a build meant for strength, speed and economy of motion instead of simply raw power that is more gymnast than weight lifter. Brown hair is kept tusseled and long to allow its natural tendency to stay up off his forehead to take hold while a well-maintained layer of dark stubble coats his chin and above his mouth. His features are undeniably masculine with a strong jaw and high cheeks set to the side of a stern mouth. Striking eyes the dark brown of good coffee burn with intensity that give his visage the ability to form an intimidating scowl to or light up with a mirthful smile full of laughter and zest. + |
| Jian Cai + | Hip-length black hair runs in silken threads down the woman's back, pins and braids used to keep the long tresses from obscrung her face more than she desires in the given moment. She's a fine-boned figure and that extends to the delicate makeup of her face, set with a slight heart-shape with a prominent chin. Her bow lips are small, her nose cute, and her eyes wide and brown. The woman's ears might be called elfin, stopping just shy of having an actual point to them. + |
| Jinnean Silenthi + | Youth and intelligence in a beautiful balance of warm flesh, gently rounded features, and captivating jade eyes make up the feminine creature before you. Hair the color of chocolate falls in warm, unrestrained waves around the window to her soul, a countenance of elegant cheekbones, but soft with a lack of passing years, a dainty button nose, and plush lips dolled up in a cherry-red hue. Eyes shaped with the naturally elegant lines of an almond and shining with the depths of brilliant jade complete the art that is her visage. The girl stands somewhere around five feet in height, each portion of her body made elegant with the slender length befitting of her lineage. Long fingers, arms, and legs - one might dub her an angel or ballerina. Even the perk of her gifted bosom gives testament to a shining adolescence not portrayed in the depths of her eyes, voluptuous and high and certainly not to be outdone by the curves of demure, but gracious hips. + |
| Joan Greenmarch + | A lean figure of sinew and bone, wrapped in fair flesh. She stands with broad shoulders, chest confidently puffed out to meet the world. Her figure is narrow and muscular, a clear result of knightly training. Joan's copper hair is neatly trimmed and primped, and tied back into a small bun. The pointed contour of her face gives her a distinctly androgynous look, one could be forgiven for mistaking her for a man at a distance. Her green eyes flicker about with a nervous energy, regarding the world around her with a telling anxiety. + |
| Joaquin + | A tall and handsome man in full possession of his own body, Joaquin has the presence of a true performer. Agile in his movements, with a mastery of the dramatic displayed ranging from the flamboyant to the invisible, he is a man still in his prime, filled with an energy that younger men may yet fall short of matching. He keeps his hair long, easily reaching the middle of his back, and while its natural hue is a rich brown, it can and often will be dyed to serve the purposes of a particular role, much like his use of cosmetics. + |
| Joel Rosen + | Standing at around six feet tall, Joel's frame is lean and athletic beneath average clothing. His facial features are that of a strong jawline, defined cheekbones, and laugh lines that appear as crows feet around the outer corners of his eyes. He can sometimes be found with the shadow of a beard and his chestnut brown hair is usually kept a bit longer during the winter months while staying shorter during the summer months. Blue eyes are windows to his mild nature and also have the tendency to reveal a sparkle of mirth when the proper conditions call for it. + |
| John Grayson + | This young man has a lithe build that focuses on lean and compact musculature. About five feet and eight inches, he is definitely not the tallest man in Arvum. His dark brown hair is on the longer side, at least up to his neck and tends to be parted towards the right side. His eyes, are of a pale gray. A normal nose and thin lips with a goatee while the rest seems to be relegated to a five o clock shadow. Despite not being tall, his longer legs makes him seem taller. + |
| Jonathan Fieldstone + | With long, blonde hair that hangs past his ears in an almost shaggy mane, Jonathan is the picture of a lean farmhand. His skin is weathered and tanned from years outdoors, and his hands are calloused thickly from working the plow and handling the crops. His face is slightly on the narrow side, his cheeks accentuated and his bright, sky-blue eyes staring cheerfully above a somewhat long and slender nose. His body is hardened from years of physical labor, but not tending toward sheer bulk, more hardened sinew and lithe strength. His lips, so often quirked in a smile, may be as weathered as the rest of him, but no less joyful for it. + |
| Jophiel Bisland + | An agreeable contrast of soft and angular features, Jophiel is a man who might be able to get by on looks if he were so inclined. His dark welcoming gaze and broad nose find themselves framed pleasantly by dramatic upcropping of cheekbones and his full lips balance an equally powerful jaw. He has neither the posture nor build of a meek man, suggesting at least a certain degree of formidability despite his charms. + |
| Jordan Ober + | With cropped short black hair and striking blue eyes, in addition to an athlete's build, Jordan looks the stereotypical part of a knight. His frame has filled out with muscle, with broad shoulders, and thick, well-defined limbs that are the more obvious signs of a fulfilled potential for athleticism. His skin is olive and somewhat weathered, the result of many years spent laboring and wandering under the sun, no doubt. His face is handsome, charming in a common man's way; he has a bright, engaging dimpled smile, in addition to a straight, slightly upturned nose and eyes that crinkle at the corners when he expresses joy; his squared jaw adds a certain hero's likeness to his appearance. His voice is deep, and he could be a talented singer were he not prone to speaking in often loud tones. + |
| Jorn Honor + | A bulky man of stature with a thick brown beard. A scar divides his furrowed brow and ends at his left cheek. His hands appear calloused, singed, and over worked. He wears a stoic expression that is tough to penetrate. While fair skinned, his face has traces of black soot. He smells like a burning fire and ore. + |
| Jorunn Stahlben + | Standing tall at six foot and three inches, Jorunn's uncommonly large ears are often hidden by brushed back shoulder length dark brown hair. With brown eyes, a big nose and wide mouth, the man can normally be seen with a smile on his face. Though tall, he doesn't appear to be gangly - various indications from his physique indicating that he stays in shape through whatever vocation he occupies. Curiously he doesn't stand perfectly tall - often seen with his head and shoulders rolled forward a bit in a mild slouch. + |
| Jorunna Nightgold + | The mountains do not bow to those who choose to live within them; the dweller must 'mold' to the mountains. In such Jorunna has honed and hardened her physique to a stature that is a survivor, a hunter, and a woman that has lived, loved, courted, and danced with nature's trials in a way that hardened not only her icy blue gaze, but forged her to fit into the unforgiving wild of the North, from the skin she 'wears' to the natural flow of her gait and the defined contours of her form that show just how 'rigid' she can be. + |
| Jorygg Crovane + | Jorygg looks like one would call, 'a clean mess'. Not dirty or bad smelling, just does not pay much mind to how his hair or his beard look. The former would be considered mid-length and shaggy and the beard thought as short but not having been trimmed in at least a week or two. He doesn't have the larger frame Crovane men are known for, more athletic and trim rather than bulky or lanky. There's a few small and light scars on his face and his hands seem like they've callouses in the right spots that archers are known for. + |
| Joscelin Arterius + | Joscelin is a creature of shapes and colors, round and dark, giving lasting impressions of a warm, soft woman. A round face with dark gold eyes, her honey-toned skin is accented only by the darker spray of freckles across her cheeks as well as the bridge of her nose, and a delicate scar that traces a pale line from her right ear to the edge of her chin. Her hair is short, a halo of curls around her head, needing little in the way of pinning or tying back as they defy gravity with the spring in those tresses. Laughlines crease around her eyes, the woman often smiling, cussing, glowering, cackling, in varied order. Shorter than many, it's often her voice that is noticed first, a perverse dichotomy of melodious tones when wrapped around vile descriptions and angry declarations. + |
| Josephine Arcuri + | A slim woman that has seen decades imprinted on her skin, Josephine is what some might call a subtle classic beauty. The fine lines on her face are considered badges of honor to her and the life that she has led thus far. Rounded cheeks, a flash of a smile and warm brown eyes, the salt in her hair does little to detract from her appearance. Her hair is kept up and away from her face in thick braids wound around the crown of her head. She doesn't tower but neither is she considered short and she carries herself with a certain confidence. She favors wearing Lycene fashions when not working with hot metal and her hands are flecked with minute burns that are par for the course in her profession with some even possibly over thirty or forty years old. {w({nShe looks a little more fragile these days.{w){n + |
| Josiah Harthall + | Dashing and roguishly handsome are two opinions that might come to mind when one looks upon this Inquisitor. Standing at an impressive six foot two (1.87 meters), this young man carries himself as someone capable but not a brute. With wavy dark locks descending to just below his shoulders and piercingly light blue eyes, his features are sharp and clean as though chiseled from stone. Dark brows and full lips he'd likely be considered attractive by many. His build is medium, though what can be judged through clothing suggests he has a fit enough frame and toning about him. + |
| Joslyn Manicelli + | Joslyn carries herself with such a regal bearing that if it weren't for the simpler cut of her clothes, she might be mistaken for nobility. She has very pretty features, and seems to always sport a smile, frequently laughing delightfully at any conversation she can find herself in. Her chocolate colored hair is long and often done in very nice and fashionable styles, though they're always kept practical and tied back out of her face. Her shimmering jade eyes are expressive in all things that she does, it's a wonder she can even hide anything behind her gaze. However, there is a quiet sort of energy about her, something that seems coiled and ready to unwind at a moment's notice, and when one's gaze is drawn to her finely toned arms, it's clear that she is a coiled up powerhouse of energy. + |
| Joslyn Rivenshari + | Joslyn carries herself as if she had been born into her noble title, self assured and calm and always careful to assure that not a single hair is out of place. She has very pretty features, and seems to always sport a smile, frequently laughing delightfully at any conversation she can find herself in. Her chocolate colored hair is long and often done in very nice and fashionable styles, though they're always kept practical and tied back out of her face. Joslyn's deep jade eyes are expressive in all things that she does, lighting up with flecks of emerald when she smiles and darkening with her anger, it's a wonder she can even hide anything behind her gaze. However, there is a quiet sort of energy about her, something that seems coiled and ready to unwind at a moment's notice, and when one's gaze is drawn to her finely toned arms, it's clear that she is a coiled up powerhouse of energy. + |
| Joslyn Stonewood + | Joslyn carries herself as if she had been born into her noble title, self assured and calm and always careful to assure that not a single hair is out of place. She has very pretty features, and seems to always sport a smile, frequently laughing delightfully at any conversation she can find herself in. Her chocolate colored hair is long and often done in very nice and fashionable styles, though they're always kept practical and tied back out of her face. Her dark jade eyes are expressive in all things that she does, lighting up with her smile and darkening with her anger, it's a wonder she can even hide anything behind her gaze. However, there is a quiet sort of energy about her, something that seems coiled and ready to unwind at a moment's notice, and when one's gaze is drawn to her finely toned arms, it's clear that she is a coiled up powerhouse of energy. {w({nHer hair is done up in an elegant crown braid, interlaced with a ribbon and little bells that jingle as she walks and turns her head.{w){n + |
| Jourdain Wyrmguard + | Despite having the stark white hair and blue eyes which are common among his kin, Jourdain Wyrmguard is a missable personage in a room, though that owes much more to an active intention to be unobtrusive than to any actual lack of presence. His demeanor blends patient weariness and a sort of bleak, gallows confidence. His eyes bear a watchful perspicacity that suggests a well-read, measured nature, though it would be an error to mistake his ethereal looks and quiet reserve for martial inexperience. He wears his sword as if it is an extension of himself, and his hands wear the calluses of having used it often. + |
| Jovarn Grimhall + | Not a tall man by any definition, Jovarn is a creature of eager energy that seems to radiate all around him making him feel bigger than he really is. His lean, athletic build only enhances his effervescence as he almost always walks with a veritable bounce in his step. Upon his head his thin, dark hair has been kept short at the sides but allowed to grow on the crown, allowing it to bounce freely as he walks. His upper lip is blessed with a thin handlebar moustache, that is perfect for twirling, additionally a narrow, pointed soul patch sits beneath his lower lip. Tanned skin stands in stark contrast to his pale grey eyes, with his long and narrow nose rounding out his appearance. + |
| Joxur Deepwood + | Tall but not overly so, Joxur walks with a confident gait. He's strong but he's careful with it, and there's a grace to his movements bespeaking many years of physical training. He is as prone to smiling as he is to brooding, and his level gaze seems to take in everything with the careful attention of someone trained to observe. + |
| Jozef Blackram + | Large and expressive brown eyes sit on a rugged face of swarthy skin as his short, dark brown hair meets a scruffy beard at the bottom of his face. He is a tall man with broad shoulders and a brawny combatant's frame. His hands are stained with coal and look beaten and leathery with callous, which he proudly presents. Between the uniform of a blacksmith, his knight's armor and whatever silk he can find that actually fits him, he dresses very conservatively. + |
| Julea Sanguine + | Inky black hair with a hint of reddish highlights spills from the crown of this slender womans head to just above the midway point of her back in uneven lengths. Her fringe falls from high on her head and cuts low and on an angle over her eyes, sharp and almost obscuring the stormy blue depths of her irises. Outlined in smudged black liner, and with long tangled black lashes, her eyes are intense and draw attention, consequently it would be easy to miss the rest of her face: high cheekbones adorned with a splattering of dun-coloured freckles and lips with a faint hint of colour. A relatively new scar crosses over Julea's right brow, just barely missing the eye and kissing the top of her right cheek before it fades. It is quite prominent, and is the only thing that mars her otherwise clear complexion. + |
| Jules Fabron + | A thinner man, not just in weight but also width, with softer features across his face and a flowing and graceful movement. His hair has a shimmer that easily catches the light and often is drawn back into a ponytail that comes down just below his shoulders. His nose is hawklike and looks as though it may have been broken before. His teeth seem unnaturally white and he's happy to show them. His hands have a softness to them that would indicate this man has not seen much physical labor. + |
| Julia Grayson + | Were there not mirth left in abundance in the dark brown eyes of this woman, then world-weary might begin to describe her. Instead, her thirty-something years come across as experienced; a life where enjoyment was found in the long years that got her from A to B. There's an odd mix of weightiness and joviality to the curl of her lips as if she were judging something and thinking of a joke at the same time. At 5'6", this woman who wears her dark brown hair halfway down her back, carries herself with grace and has a way of taking up space generally reserved for larger people. She's lithely built and hearty, reaching maturity instead of middle age. + |
| Julian saik + | A man of slightly above average height and build, he isn't a large man. Well toned and lean he is built for strength and speed. His light brown eyes always appear to be scanning as if he is expacting anything to happen at any time. His dark brown hair matches his bears. A beard he uses to look older, as his face has always appeared to be younger than he really is. Despite his boyish good looks there appears to be a grizzled, look to him, as if he has seen a lot in his time. His eyes reflect that as well, a wisdom beyond his years earned through countless battles and struggles. + |
| Juliana Igniseri + | Stunning and in someways mysterious, like the dark waters in a moonlit cove, Juliana carries herself with a sense of poise and grace. Light blue eyes shimmer from beneath long, thick lashes and sparkle with amusement. Her hair, a deep mahogany, often loosely braided when not falls in soft curls to brush at her hips. Tall with a slender frame and curves she tends to carry herself with refinement, though there is wicked sense of humor often settles on her lips. She knows her place, utterly and completely, she portray utter confidence in who she is and that it's self gives her an attractive air. + |
| Juliana Pravus + | Stunning and in someways mysterious, like the dark waters in a moonlit cove, Juliana carries herself with a sense of poise and grace. Light blue eyes shimmer from beneath long, thick lashes and sparkle with amusement. Her hair, a deep mahogany, often loosely braided when not falls in soft curls to brush at her hips. Tall with a slender frame and curves she tends to carry herself with refinement, though there is wicked sense of humor often settles on her lips. She knows her place, utterly and completely, she portray utter confidence in who she is and that it's self gives her an attractive air. + |
| Juliet Fidante + | By far the most striking feature of this young woman is her eyes, the gemstone hue rendered exotic by their almond shape. Her features are best described as leonine, with dramatic cheekbones and a devious curve to her sultry lips. Despite lacking any substantial height, she's all graceful limbs and subtle, tempting curves. Her movements are purposeful, almost as if she's conserving her energy for a precise strike at any moment. Her skin is a sun-touched bronze shade, a striking contrast to the deeply colored waves of her sable hair. Hers is a warm, inviting voice, promises laced into even the most seemingly innocuous phrases. + |
| Juliette Datura + | Short and sharp-eyed, this woman's golden skin encompasses a figure with a bounty of curves. Not so much pudgy, she is busty with muscular thighs and elegant limbs shaped with sleek and easily missed muscle tone. Her brows are strong and dark above clear eyes the color of the ocean - primarily blue but with hints of green or grey that stand out depending on what she is wearing. Not merely full, her lips are pillowy soft looking, her nose straight and slender. Long thick lashes frame her gaze, as dark as coffee like the roots of her hair. That proud lion's mane is a full profusion of ringlets which hang below her shoulders, the sun bleaching coffee brown hues through an array of gilded and honey hues toward the ends. {w({nHer long lashes are stained sooty black, the same pigment winging out along the skin of her lids to give her expression a delicate, smoky appeal.{w){n + |
| Juneau Hawthorne + | Painted in pale wintery hues, Juneau possesses an undeniable if simple beauty that stands on its own, complimented by a petite but athletic frame that testifies to a lifetime of travel and living off of the land. Her feminine curves are modest but appreciable and while she doesn't seem to be built for strength she does seem quick on her feet and even quicker with her tongue. She's as pale as a full winter's moon and her skin is blessedly smooth, even though there is plenty of evidence to suggest she has spent many of her days out of doors. Her oval face is adorned by a pair of pale grey eyes that many could describe as her best and most enchanting feature - sometimes quite mirror-like, other times as cloudy as a stormy sky. Wreathed in thick, dramatic lashes they are also her most expressive feature, set above a pair of high cheekbones and cherubic lips. Her tresses are a stark silvery snow white and worn long, usually in a simple braid that falls down her back and terminates just past her hips. {w({nShe's wearing a sprig of little white flowers behind her ear.{w){n + |
| Juniper Crown + | A study in contrasts: the depthless jet of Lycean eyes behind a veil of curls the colour of banked coals in winter. Juniper is the best of North and South in presentation, combining the elegance and refinement of feature so famous among the city-states with the vibrant warmth and resiliency of those raised among chilly, distant mountains. In a room of beauties, it's true she might be lost, even with such colouration-- there will always be others more lovely, more radiant; those who are more petite or more imposing. She walks the middle ground and achieves in her bearing something else, something worthy: hers is happy and supportive company, with the broad strokes of her endearing personality carried foremost before her, like a shield... or a chalice, held up in offering to those who recognize her merit in a glance. + |
| Juniper Whisper + | A study in contrasts: the depthless jet of Lycean eyes behind a veil of curls the colour of banked coals in winter. Juniper is the best of North and South in presentation, combining the elegance and refinement of feature so famous among the city-states with the vibrant warmth and resiliency of those raised among chilly, distant mountains. In a room of beauties, it's true she might be lost, even with such colouration-- there will always be others more lovely, more radiant; those who are more petite or more imposing. She walks the middle ground and achieves in her bearing something else, something worthy: hers is happy and supportive company, with the broad strokes of her endearing personality carried foremost before her, like a shield... or a chalice, held up in offering to those who recognize her merit in a glance. + |
| Jurn Thornhall + | Angular and cool, with a persistent presence of a shadow of a beard beneath his taught, rustic and swarthy skin. His lips are firm and dour, beneath a nose of a razor-sharp aquiline. His eyes are vibrant and observant, a bright hazel in color that shimmers between different hues dependent upon the lighting. His hair is worn long, sleek strands of jet blackness with just a peppering of gray at his temples. His wide-backed lean musculature makes him seem an air of more status than he has, and there's little question of the strength contained in his sinewy muscle. + |
| Jyri Tersk + | Jyri is considered a handsome man by most standards. His thick rust brown hair is trimmed at the sides while the top is long and braided and then set into a knot at the back of his head. The side of his head has tattoos that curl along the ear and down towards the neck. One green intense eye framed by thin white lines from squints and age, is a stark contrast on that tanned face - the other is covered with an eye-patch. His face is strong and defined, his features chiseled and angular as though carved from bronze and more often than not there's dark stubble as if shaving is optional. Lean and muscular, it is clear he is a warrior of some skill. Numerous other rusty red tattoos trail down and around his biceps in clearly tribal patterns, alongside a multitude of scars, denoting his prodigal origin to everyone who beholds him. + |
| Jyri Whitehawk + | Jyri is considered a handsome man by most standards. His thick rust brown hair is trimmed at the sides while the top is long and braided and then set into a knot at the back of his head. The side of his head has tattoos that curl along the ear and down towards the neck. One green intense eye framed by thin white lines from squints and age, is a stark contrast on that tanned face - the other is covered with an eye-patch. His face is strong and defined, his features chiseled and angular as though carved from bronze and more often than not there's dark stubble as if shaving is optional. Lean and muscular, it is clear he is a warrior of some skill. Numerous other rusty red tattoos trail down and around his biceps in clearly tribal patterns, alongside a multitude of scars, denoting his prodigal origin to everyone who beholds him. + |
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| Kace Redrain + | At 5'10", Kace is quite tall for her gender. She carries herself well, with confidence and a natural air of leadership that is expected to accompany one of her rank. She has a strong face with mixed features; thick, arched brows over almond-shaped eyes, a nose that is perhaps a bit broad for her face and seems to have been broken in the past, a generous mouth that seems a bit small for her, and a strong jaw with a delicately pointed chin. Her eyes are an unusual light amber color that almost seem to flash gold or copper in the right lights or moods. Her hair is long and a fiery scarlet red that seems almost unnatural, lightened by the sun from a much deeper auburn. She tends to wear her hair loose when not working, but alwys with a braid danging down from either temple, steel beads etched with shamanistic designs decorating the braids and a few other locks of hair here and there. Her figure is robust, hard work in fields both of battle and farming shaping her muscle to steel beneath that ivory skin that never seems to darken, only chafe. Her face carries three distinct scars, the deepest and thickest of them running diagonally down from her forhead towards her jaw, crossing her left eye and cheek, with another slighter scar at both her left temple curving down towards her ear, and her right chek in a wicked line that angles towards the corner of her mouth. + |
| Kador Bigges + | Massive for any person, he also stands almost as equally as tall as he is wide. Expression set with appears to be a permanent scowl, he looks out from dark blue eyes, which rest below thick brows. An average nose sits above two medium-filled lips, edges turned downward. His body is marred by the occasional scar, definitely weathered by nature as well. His body is sturdy as it is lithe. Midnight black hair is kept short, and unkempt on head, facial features somewhat angular. + |
| Kaede Starfinder + | The first and easiest thing to notice about Kaede is the long, midnight hued hair that falls to her waist from a center part when left unbound. In the brightest light, faint copper highlights can be noticed within the depths. Abundant freckles and a certain amount of weathering of her bronzed skin speak of a life spent outdoors, while her high forehead, the prominent bones of her cheeks, and well-defined jawline suggest a certain strength. Her observant brown-black eyes, set under straight brows and over a roundish nose tend to roam restlessly, taking constant measure of her surroundings. Her form is leanly athletic as befitting those who have spent their lives at work, with just enough curve to bust and hip to make it obvious that she is, indeed, female. + |
| Kael Keaton + | There is no mistaking the fact that his form, his bearing, is one of presence. There is something naturally solid about him, from the way that he moves his broad frame in a deliberate manner, to the way that his large hands are heavily calloused. He resonates salt of the earth, from sun-worn skin, dark heavy brows, and rugged jawline that is obscured by a beard that sometimes is allowed to go untrimmed. Underneath this lack of polish, however, there is a handsome nobility. His cheekbones are high, his eyes expressive, and he carries himself with a sense of self possession that rises him above the common man. + |
| Kael Steelhart + | There is no mistaking the fact that his form, his bearing, is one of presence. There is something naturally solid about him, from the way that he moves his broad frame in a deliberate manner, to the way that his large hands are heavily calloused. He resonates salt of the earth, from sun-worn skin, dark heavy brows, and rugged jawline that is obscured by a beard that sometimes is allowed to go untrimmed. Underneath this lack of polish, however, there is a handsome nobility. His cheekbones are high, his eyes expressive, and he carries himself with a sense of self possession that rises him above the common man. + |
| Kahlana Crovane + | %TCatching first sight of the flaxen haired woman before you, has very striking green eyes,.. those eyes, so captivating, yet perhaps only equaled to that smile of hers. Her hair frames her fair features long and waterfalling with ribbons dancing within her locks. Her figure, hour glassed and slender. But there is something beyond pretty says she is dangerous. + |
| Kaia Bisland + | Petite and lovely; this young lady possesses a fair complexion and a slender curvy body. She inherited her flawless rosy fair skin from her mother’s side; and, a beautiful mane of long, soft and silky wavy tresses of a dark brown shade - which are usually adorned by luxurious and exotic ornaments that hint a glimpse of her personality. Her gentle mouth is doted with heavy lower lips, that blend well with her fine dainty nose and striking big blue-grey eyes. Overall, she’s a simple beauty; and, her stride and movements as supple and elegant as it’s expected from a noble of her class. {w({n + |
| Kaia Malvici + | Petite and lovely; this young lady possesses a fair complexion and a slender curvy body. The light tan skin a testament to her time spent under the sun. Her hair, a beautiful mane of long, silky and wavy tresses in a rich dark brown shade. Often, adorned by luxurious and exotic ornaments. A gentle mouth, dotted with heavy lower lips, blends well with her fine dainty nose and striking big blue-grey eyes. When bare, her once flawless body is now tainted by several scars around the sides and back of her torso -remnants of a tragic murder attempt on her life. Overall, she's a simple beauty; and, her stride and movements as supple and elegant as it is expected from a noble of her class. + |
| Kaiden Shepherd + | There's a rugged refinement to this man, a lordly demeanor mixed with the presence of a man who has been much in the world and knows how to watch after himself. Standing a few inches past the six foot mark, his build is that of a man accustomed to the training field and battle grounds, muscular without being bulky. His dark hair is cut relatively short and kept back away from his eyes, which seem naturally narrowed as though he spends much of his time in the outdoors. Pale blue orbs watch from those narrowed eyes, ever aware of what is going on around him in the cautious way of a veteran. His beard is trimmed short with a slight mustache, giving him the meticulous appearance of a man who pays attention to the details. + |
| Kaine Algair + | This man possesses an athletic frame that is consistent with one who has practiced a life of hard labor. Standing almost at six feet, the defining aspects of his build are his broad shoulders and slim yet powerful-looking limbs. Wavy strands of russet brown hair fall over his ears and to his shoulders, though not in an unkempt manner. In fact, he seems rather well-groomed, with his hair trimmed at the ends, and a shaven, slightly stubbly face. In the right light, his hair shines a gentle red here and there. Two round, brown eyes flank a slim nose that compliments his high cheekbones and sharp jaw and chin. + |
| Kako Frost + | An enchanting woman whose youthful beauty can still yet be seen through the lines of a hard life which haunt her face. Flowing silver hair frames her face and upper torso, as she walks gracefully measuring everything around her with piercing eyes of sapphire. She wears a modest robe that hints at a slender but strong body beneath it. + |
| Kalani Seliki + | Kalani's defining physical features include her extremely curly shoulder-length hair and golden-brown colored eyes. Her hair, when unfettered by pins or ribbons, is wildly large and curly, and frequently breaks free of its bonds despite a clear attempt to keep the wealth of hair contained. Those golden-brown eyes gaze from beneath delicately arched eyebrows, and she has high cheekbones along with a pert, almost cute, nose. The force of her personality animates her face as she speaks, her emotions, thoughts and ideas playing across her face in the quirk of a brow, the curve of her lips. + |
| Kaldur Crovane + | A tall young man with an easy-going air, he clearly enjoys outdoor living with skin darkened and brown hair lightened by the sun. Standing tall, he has a swimmer's athletic body, all whipcord and sleek but strong lines. His youthful handsomeness is offset by his high cheekbones and bright, blue-green eyes. Smiles come easily to him, but there's also an undercurrent of energy that suggests he is loathe to keep still very long. + |
