Post by edisoncarter on Mar 11, 2006 13:29:30 GMT -5
Even for the most jaded planejumpers, Nilou is a creature as exotic as she is inexplicable.
From a strictly physical point of view, she's a bit over six feet tall, with the kind of womanly build that dancers who eat properly have--lithe, curvy, healthy. Her skin is a quarter shade lighter than full-moon midnight, the kind of rich blue that exists only in dreams and possibly in Arborea. This contrasts nicely with the platinum blond hair that cascades in curls down her shoulders, though it's often at least partly held up in complicated patterns with four plain steel sticks, about the size of chopsticks, though perhaps a tad wider.
Her long, lovely legs end in black cloven hooves, and the closer to the hooves one gets, the more downy blond hair one finds.
It's a rare thing to not find her smiling--and her teeth, while still in the realm of normal--are straight and a little long. Not pointed, just...long. One would most often bump into her at a tavern or busking out on the street, or perhaps in the Sensate Greathall, and she's quite visible because she wears a fine silk brocade coat, embroidered in rich burnished gold and some paler cousin for contrast, that match almost exactly her eyes and brings out the richness in her skin.
Her two instruments of choice? Talking drums (a pair, each slung under an arm, tone controlled with a thumb while the fingers thump out a rhythm), or a long, narrow fiddle, finished in a veneer darker than cherry, but chosen precisely for the way it contrasts with her skin (and for tone, but she only discusses that with musicians or anyone interested in fiddles).
And when it comes to that fiddle, man can she play. Maybe it's those long fingers. --Oh, wait--maybe it's those long fingers that are so long they have an extra joint in them. Good thing she's generally a cheerful, helpful sort, quick of wit, quick to smile, quick to step out of the way, or she might just have been a major force for wickedness in the world.
Ah, well--can't dance or sing or spin a tale when you're raping and pillaging. And those long epics can get real boring after a while, no?
From a strictly physical point of view, she's a bit over six feet tall, with the kind of womanly build that dancers who eat properly have--lithe, curvy, healthy. Her skin is a quarter shade lighter than full-moon midnight, the kind of rich blue that exists only in dreams and possibly in Arborea. This contrasts nicely with the platinum blond hair that cascades in curls down her shoulders, though it's often at least partly held up in complicated patterns with four plain steel sticks, about the size of chopsticks, though perhaps a tad wider.
Her long, lovely legs end in black cloven hooves, and the closer to the hooves one gets, the more downy blond hair one finds.
It's a rare thing to not find her smiling--and her teeth, while still in the realm of normal--are straight and a little long. Not pointed, just...long. One would most often bump into her at a tavern or busking out on the street, or perhaps in the Sensate Greathall, and she's quite visible because she wears a fine silk brocade coat, embroidered in rich burnished gold and some paler cousin for contrast, that match almost exactly her eyes and brings out the richness in her skin.
Her two instruments of choice? Talking drums (a pair, each slung under an arm, tone controlled with a thumb while the fingers thump out a rhythm), or a long, narrow fiddle, finished in a veneer darker than cherry, but chosen precisely for the way it contrasts with her skin (and for tone, but she only discusses that with musicians or anyone interested in fiddles).
And when it comes to that fiddle, man can she play. Maybe it's those long fingers. --Oh, wait--maybe it's those long fingers that are so long they have an extra joint in them. Good thing she's generally a cheerful, helpful sort, quick of wit, quick to smile, quick to step out of the way, or she might just have been a major force for wickedness in the world.
Ah, well--can't dance or sing or spin a tale when you're raping and pillaging. And those long epics can get real boring after a while, no?