Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Mar 12, 2006 5:50:54 GMT -5
She stands off to the side, alone, clinging to the shadows of the wall like razorvine; a thin slip of a tiefling girl, almost elfin in fact, five foot eight tall. Yet her thin shoulders are stooped, not just from the weight of her heavy backpack, but also the crushing burden of existence.
She isn't skinny exactly, nor is she gaunt, but there isn't an ounce of fat on her slender body, giving her a slightly underfed appearance. Yet to contrast, she possesses about her an endurance that belies any apparent sickliness.
Her elegant black robes, styled to reflect the gothic tastes of some self-conscious, eccentric Cagers, drapes her slender, elfin frame, with the laces of her bodice drawn taut over her curves, nearly flattening them. Red trim, the shade of fresh blood, adorns the snug, fitted bodice, flared, fitted sleaves and full, flowing skirts. Black lace spills from blacker ribbon crisscrossing the upper portion on her sleaves, stopping above the elbow, and sweeps across her square-cut neckline. Her slender hands she keeps concealed - sheathed in supple black leather gloves - and a shroud of black gauze hangs over her face. Only her small fiendling horns remain visible, forming points beneath the fragile cloth.
A simple black leather girdle encircles her slender hips, upon which hangs two belt pouches, and a long sheathed dagger, peace-tied with a length of raven black ribbon.
To complete her dark, funereal attire, a Dustman's embroidered grey cloak - lined with black beneath - hangs from her shoulders, secured at the throat with a copper clasp, stamped with the skullhead of her grim Faction.
She removes her veil, and lowers her deep cowl, shaking out the loose bun holding her hair in place, which spills down her shoulders and chest in smoky raven waves, highlighted with a rich sapphire hue. Her hair contrasts with deep, and expressive, haunted purple eyes which flash liquid silver in the soft lighting.
Shadows ring those exotic orbs, and up close, what at first appeared to be smudge marks on her cheeks are in fact tattoos or black plant dyes; traced into the delicate pale skin to form spiky lines, like tears, beneath her eyes. Similar lines frame the corners of her soft, full lips, tinted a pale pink. A single silver labret stud stands out in stark contrast against her smooth porcelain flesh.
Exotic, and once considered beautiful, she more resembles a pale autumn rose, whose haunting beauty has faded with the corrosion of time and neglect, or perhaps even a banshee in mourning. The sadness in her eyes is evident in, even amplified by her sorrowful, pale face.
She isn't skinny exactly, nor is she gaunt, but there isn't an ounce of fat on her slender body, giving her a slightly underfed appearance. Yet to contrast, she possesses about her an endurance that belies any apparent sickliness.
Her elegant black robes, styled to reflect the gothic tastes of some self-conscious, eccentric Cagers, drapes her slender, elfin frame, with the laces of her bodice drawn taut over her curves, nearly flattening them. Red trim, the shade of fresh blood, adorns the snug, fitted bodice, flared, fitted sleaves and full, flowing skirts. Black lace spills from blacker ribbon crisscrossing the upper portion on her sleaves, stopping above the elbow, and sweeps across her square-cut neckline. Her slender hands she keeps concealed - sheathed in supple black leather gloves - and a shroud of black gauze hangs over her face. Only her small fiendling horns remain visible, forming points beneath the fragile cloth.
A simple black leather girdle encircles her slender hips, upon which hangs two belt pouches, and a long sheathed dagger, peace-tied with a length of raven black ribbon.
To complete her dark, funereal attire, a Dustman's embroidered grey cloak - lined with black beneath - hangs from her shoulders, secured at the throat with a copper clasp, stamped with the skullhead of her grim Faction.
She removes her veil, and lowers her deep cowl, shaking out the loose bun holding her hair in place, which spills down her shoulders and chest in smoky raven waves, highlighted with a rich sapphire hue. Her hair contrasts with deep, and expressive, haunted purple eyes which flash liquid silver in the soft lighting.
Shadows ring those exotic orbs, and up close, what at first appeared to be smudge marks on her cheeks are in fact tattoos or black plant dyes; traced into the delicate pale skin to form spiky lines, like tears, beneath her eyes. Similar lines frame the corners of her soft, full lips, tinted a pale pink. A single silver labret stud stands out in stark contrast against her smooth porcelain flesh.
Exotic, and once considered beautiful, she more resembles a pale autumn rose, whose haunting beauty has faded with the corrosion of time and neglect, or perhaps even a banshee in mourning. The sadness in her eyes is evident in, even amplified by her sorrowful, pale face.