Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 2, 2007 2:59:15 GMT -5
Of average height, and indeterminate build beneath the enveloping folds of her baladrana, Quicksilver would blend in easily with the faceless masses of the Cage. Until she removes her hood and baladrana, that is...
Beneath the bulky cloth, night-black studded leather armour adorned with spiked shoulder-guards, and barbed gauntlets, moulds to her taut, wiry frame. Sculpted from rigorous exercise and regular training, her toned body was built for finesse, swiftness and speed, as opposed to a savage, ham-fisted assault.
Shaggy pink hair, cropped into the latest style seen circulating through some parts of the Cage, curls softly around a pretty, angular face with a quick, flashing grin, and smoky eyes. The most distinctive part of her face, though, are her eyes; grey one moment, they seem to shift colour with no regularity, from green, to blue and red, violet or vibrant silver, like the chaos-stuff spawned on Limbo.
Then there's tribal sapphire star-burst, carefully inked into the side of her neck and left cheek. That same ear is lined with a ladder of tiny silver and bone rings, reaching from sculpted, tapering tip to delicate ear-lobe. Yet the other bears a simple curved spike, pushed through the larger hole.
She stands confidently - indeed seems to radiate a vivacious energy even while motionless - with thumbs hooked into her sword-belt, displaying coiled whip, sheathed rapier, and the vicious looking gauntlets, bound about the knuckles with spikes, and barbed wire.
Beneath the bulky cloth, night-black studded leather armour adorned with spiked shoulder-guards, and barbed gauntlets, moulds to her taut, wiry frame. Sculpted from rigorous exercise and regular training, her toned body was built for finesse, swiftness and speed, as opposed to a savage, ham-fisted assault.
Shaggy pink hair, cropped into the latest style seen circulating through some parts of the Cage, curls softly around a pretty, angular face with a quick, flashing grin, and smoky eyes. The most distinctive part of her face, though, are her eyes; grey one moment, they seem to shift colour with no regularity, from green, to blue and red, violet or vibrant silver, like the chaos-stuff spawned on Limbo.
Then there's tribal sapphire star-burst, carefully inked into the side of her neck and left cheek. That same ear is lined with a ladder of tiny silver and bone rings, reaching from sculpted, tapering tip to delicate ear-lobe. Yet the other bears a simple curved spike, pushed through the larger hole.
She stands confidently - indeed seems to radiate a vivacious energy even while motionless - with thumbs hooked into her sword-belt, displaying coiled whip, sheathed rapier, and the vicious looking gauntlets, bound about the knuckles with spikes, and barbed wire.