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sultry, morbid, unruly, demented, arrogant, anarchic, wrathful
AKA: Lil, Lilly, Sneaky b***h, Argenta Ardens Devout Servant to SeluneAge: 139 years (appears about 21)
Race: Fey'ri (3/4 elf, 1/4 demon)
Alignmnet: Chaotic Evil
Deity: Shar, Beshaba (occasionally showing respect to Vhaeraun, Cyric, and Graz'zt)
Class: Rogue/Sorcerer/Shadowdancer/Shadow Adept/Cloaked Dancer
Hair: Black hair hilighted by a purpleish tone, sometimes kept in a ponytail.
Eyes: She has slanted, elegant, elven eyes and long eyelashes. Her irises usually appear to be a soft blue-gray. In her natural form, her pupils are slit and lizard-like, and her irises are a dark, blood red.
Skin: Lilith has gold-tinted, tanned skin, soft and unscarred.
Weight: About 120lbs
Height: Just under 5'6"
Build: Lilith is skinny, but fit. She doesn't appear very muscular, but isn't frail looking either.
Other Notes: If visible her left arm is tattooed with images of inky black and red roots, the pattern swirling and intertwined-- almost arcane in appearance.
Lilith is a shapechanger, and is very "loose" with what she will use these abilities for. No detail is too small or irrelivant not to change. In her true form, she is not ugly by any standards-- to certain tastes she would be concidered even more alluring, but it is an exotic, feral look-- gorgeous and frightening.
Lilith's personality is essentially the cumulation of various traumas and insanities, compiled into one being that barely continues to function. Many of her (short-term) goals conflict one another, and she has difficulty bringing any plans to fruitation. The way she treats others varies day to day, based on very little to no factors. While she may treat someone she barely knows as a good and close friend one day, the next she'll be simply intolerable toward them.
This of course does not apply to those she interacts with often-- who fall into one of three basic catagories: "Sexually appealing", "Stupid", or "Stupid and annoying". Exceptions exist as rare cases. There are approximately five people she has considered a "friend" throughout her exceptionally short 'life', and she is uncharacteristically protective of them-- though most incite 'love-hate' feelings from her, in addition to fierce loyalty and dependance.
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androgynous, adroit, dainty, grody, bizzare, raving, anarchistic
AKA: "Cabin Boy"Age: 143
Race: Sun Elf
Alignmnet: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: Loki
Class: Rogue/Duelist
Hair: Long, about mid-back in length, with full-length bangs parted hanging down infront of him. His hair is blondeish-orange at the top, though quickly fades to a dark red at the bottoms.
Eyes: Green, effeminite
Skin: tan, silky smooth
Weight: light
Height: around 5'7"
Build: lithe, skinny, elflike.
Other Notes: His biceps and shins have tattoos around them, in the design of bands of flames.
A certified nutjob, Llael goes from place to place spreading chaos, confusion, and fire. Lots of fire. His favored scheme is claiming to be a poet, but he "does" everything from wizardry to locksmithing. Llael takes every opportunity to flirt with anything that moves, but on the rare occasion he is successful, he has a history of jumping out bedchamber windows and running away into the night.
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reserved, delicate, unassuming, waxen, canny, docile, dark
Real Name: Morgane FeryllAKA: "Shakaasha", Tatiana, Iris Rivehawk, Jane Harraway
Age: 22 years
Race: Human (ethnicity: Tethyrian)
Alignmnet: Neutral Evil
Deity: Shar
Class: Rogue/Cleric/Spymaster/Nightcloak
Hair: Red, done up in a very long ponytail, with her bangs left long and loose infront of her ears, her right eye is almost covered by her hair.
Eyes: Her eyes are wholly pitch black, and no light reflects in them whatsoever. Shakaasha has long, thick black eyelashes. Her eyes are usually downcast, with her eyelashes covering over her eyes to veil their strange colouration.
Skin: Extremely pale. Soft, unscarred, no distinguishing markings.
Weight: Very light, Shakaasha has little muscle.
Height: 5'8"
Build: Petite, womanly, fragile. Shakaasha is not strong or sturdy looking.
Other Notes: Shakaasha looks very proper and kept, one would assume she is of noble upbringing. She is always clean and perfumed, and she has no bodily scars. Shak is, however, one of those people who you could easily lose. Unless you know her well, you'd have a difficult time picking her out of a crowd. She has no distinguishing marks, beyond her eyes. However, she always carries a parasol to shield herself from the sun with. Due to her fair complexion, and that as a priestess to the goddess of the night she doesn't get much sun, she burns very easily.
Daughter of a wealthy merchant, turned pickpocket, turned spy, turned devoted cultist of Shar-- the bitter goddess of loss, evil, and darkness. Shakaasha spent her adolesence wearing masks, pretending to be this person or that. She has lost all sense of self she once had, and can no longer distinguish herself and any unique personality traits she once may have had from the personas of those she mimics.
Anetra_Pendragon
introverted, curious, peculiar, tenacious, ticcing, shrewd, individualist
AKA: 'MaeAge: 17 years
Race: Aasimar
Alignmnet: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: Tyche
Class: Bard/Fighter
Hair: Kalahmae has shaggy orange (natural red) hair, down infront of her face, all but covering the majority of her facial features (eyes particularily). It is in no way styled, and just sort of hangs wherever. It's length is not even, and some parts of her hair are longer than others.
Eyes: Gold, glowing bright white/yellow.
Skin: Very fair, has prominent goldish hues to it, almost shining.
Weight: a little heavy due to muscle
Height: about 5'5"
Build: Skinny, definately petite, but has very muscular arms.
Other Notes: Mae's ears are delicately pointed at the ends, ands he often seems almost to radiate a holy-looking yellow-white light. She simply seems to give off a faint ammount of light. Her natural expression is a glare, her head facing the ground but looking up at whoever from the tops of her eyes, sortof Donnie Darko style (if that means anything to you)
Kalahmae is rather insane. She twitches and mutters to herself, and becomes very akward when among others. She rarely can finish sentances without studdering, stopping what she was saying, then starting up again in a different tone or voice from where she left off. Kalahmae is untrusting, though extremely curious, and will often go against her better judgement if it means obtaining some scrap of lore. She is a scholar, very interested in poetry, languages, and above all else-- her search for the Music of the Spheres.
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( Telling her to "Stand Up Straight!" )
( Telling her to "Stand Up Straight!" )
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quick, impulsive, unstable, naive, excited, ferocious, obediant
AKA: "Brat", and variantly "Hey, Brat!" by his motherAge: Looks about 15 or 16
Race: 1/2 Fey'ri, 1/2 Shadar-kai
Alignmnet: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: None specifically, though is known to make the occasional offering to Beshaba, Cyric, Mask and Vhaeraun
Class: Rogue/Shadowdancer
Hair: Black, very long.
Eyes: Dull, pale green in colour. Rupture has the characteristic almond-shaped elven eyes, slanted and somehow graceful.
Skin: The colour of his skin seems to change depending on lighting conditions. In a well lit room, or outside in the sun, he has the tanned, golden-hued skin of a sun elf. In a darker atmosphere, his skin begins to pale. At the dead of night with nothing but shadows around, his skin can almost seem white or gray, like a moon elf would have, but bringing a candle's light near returns the comparitavely bright tone of the daytime.
Weight: light
Height: 5'10"
Build: Wiry and lithe, young
Description: Tall-- very tall for an elf, with long, black hair kept in a loose ponytail, only partly bound. Stray strands waft through the air about him, dancing in the breeze. The tips of his ears, his fingertips, even the edges of his form seems almost to fade away into the shadows around him. His eyes dance, almost on fire, darting from one thing to the other, not seeming to fully take in his surroundings.
He dresses in ragged leather clothing, well worn but sturdy. Feathers, beads, twigs, and leaevs are woven arbitrarily into his hair, and hang from his belt.
The son of Lilith Aelorothi and J. Azaheir, Rupture was raised primarily by nurses. His mother came home from time to time, but was in general inattentive and a b***h. He grew very attached to her regardless, and looked forward to her visits. As he grew older, they became less and less frequent. He had no playmates, no friends, noone to keep him company other than the shadows. But the shadows made up for it, they seemed to lilke him. They welcomed him and changed to his will.
When he was 42, he killed his nurse and left the prison-like house of his youth to explore, and try to find his mother. After several months he tried to return home, but couldn't find it again, and is now lost and stranded in the Outer Planes.
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