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Realms: Oloth: Dramatis Personae

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Lord Alton Teken'duis (Alois)

Before you stands a seemingly young drow male. He stands just over five feet tall, and is fairly slender. He has long white hair that just brushes his shoulders, at the moment it is pulled back into a loose tail held by a leather strap. It frames a delicately featured elven face. His eyes are shrouded in shadows so deep that you cannot see them.

Alois is wearing clothing more suited to a noble than his normal garb. He is dressed in a steel blue silk cote, trimmed around the collar, and hem with midnight blue. The cote has a high collar, that is split, but currently held by some means that cannot be seen. The sleeves extend down to his wrists, where they are covered by a pair of midnight blue wrist covers, crafted of the same silk. The cote drops down to mid-thigh length. At his waist is fastened a black belt, barely visible, because the silk of the cote has been pulled up slightly to fall over it. Under the cote he wears a pair of black cotton breeches, tucked into calf-high black boots.

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Cynergy

Her gown is wondrous, yet at the same time unsettling. It is undeniably beautiful in a forbidden sense, for truth should not be so bold in detail. Made of dyed silks of blues and grays (those becoming darker as they layer), colors fade into one another like a winter sky, along the bodice....layers of these, five visible. First a slip dress, studded so faintly with crystal gems. Upon this yet another sleeved layer, the studding upon it seeming abstract from the former garment, yet it forms a draping over the slip directly. The third silk half-dress falls diagonally across her form, thusly patterned, abstract from the first two, but it now becomes a visible arrangement... a sudden apparent pattern. Another shorter dress like the former is cut higher, studded as all before it, on the same diagonal. Lastly, the robe. It is the essence of her ensemble. So sheer that it conceals not even the innermost gem buried far deep in the silks, it is long, to the floor, folding in on itself in many creases, attesting to it Therefore she is concealed neck to silver-slippered toe in the night sky, in heart-stopping accuracy. Each layer is the distance and endless dimensions of heaven, the outermost glittering gems seeming as the closest stars. The striking beauty of her delicate features only adds to the quiet power she radiates. Framed by thick black lashes, her eyes are an intensely dark emerald hue, iridescent flecks of gold standing out in sharp contrast as a veritable burst outward from her pupils. A faint blush plays on her cheeks, contrasting softly on her smooth skin like a rose petal kissing new fallen snow. Her lips are full, glossed lightly with a sheer wine-colored tint. Long golden curls fall loose and untamed over her shoulders to her waist, the thick tresses glittering with a metallic shine. The hood of her outermost robe is down, but even still, small binding clasps within her hair are studded with the same gems as her gown, taking on the completion of the constellations upon her back as her tresses hang down over her dress. She embodies the heavens, embraced by starlight. The effect is nothing short of arcane.


Dakini Stardancer (Dakini)

Dakini grins lazily at you from behind the reflective blue-green shades which hide her eyes. Her hair is long and tousled, a bright, red-gold mane that occasionally hides her small pointed ears. She's a tall, slender, strong woman, with small but callused hands, and well-muscled forearms.

She wears a soft, comfortably loose, ivory silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Over that is a sturdy, quilted, sleeveless tunic of dark indigo blue embroidered with intertwined silvery stars and ivory-gold unicorns. It is belted off snugly with a wide, well-worn leather belt. On her right hip, tied down about the right thigh, rides a holstered flechette pistol. On her left hangs a decorated and runically embossed scabbard with the plain, worn-leather-and-wire wrapped pommel of a short sword protruding from it. Sturdy, worn dueling gloves are tucked into the back of the belt, mostly hiding a cross-holstered dagger.

Slung over one shoulder is her battered, padded leather airwoman's jacket, heavily decorated on the back with a rabidly snarling, eight-limbed, winged beast, and numerous other colorful decorations on shoulders, arms, and front. Her long legs are fitted with snug breeches, and her knee-high, well-used black leather boots and jacket smell pleasingly of years of quality leather care.

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Dermott Leannan (Dermott)

Dermott is a young grey wolf, not too far from middle-aged. His pelt is a neatly-groomed pale grey, with some lighter and darker highlights. His features are a little sleeker than most wolves' giving him a faintly 'stream-lined' appearance. His eyes are both a soulful, deep, rich brown, alight with some amusement. He glances your way when he notices you looking at him, and the look of eternal bemusement on his face warms for a moment.

His stance is plantigrade, and he walks with a casual, yet very slightly cautious air about him. His tufted ears perk alertly at most sounds, and his bushy tail droops down behind his back through a small buttoned slit in his jacket. Upon his right ring finger, he wears a mokume wedding band, and upon his opposite wrist he wears a thin bracelet of gold strands, woven together in Turk's head fashion.

He wears a shirt of mail, with short sleeves and of darkened metal, heavy and clinging. Over this is a short-sleeved overtunic of thick black cotton, boldly displaying a wolfskull surmounting crossed crossbows. Beneath the shirt of mail is a long-sleeved dark grey shirt; paler grey trousers are tucked into black boots which reach his knee, and light greaves of darkened metal protect his lower legs. Around his waist is a black, silver-shod belt, from which is hung a dagger, collapsed spyglass case, and several pouches, gauntlets of black leather are tucked into his belt.

At his side, hung by a black baldric accross his chest, is a sheathed schiavona, a basket-hilted broadsword.

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Dryx (Dryx)

Wrapped in the dusty trappings of a vagrant, this drifter holds himself with an unassuming air and a reserved posture, despite his six feet of height. His boots are dirty; the leather battered, the soles worn. His tunic has lost its sleeves, ragged and faded grey with age, use, and the dust of the highway, tucked into loose black breeches held by a simple, wide sash, knotted at the side. A dark grey traveling cloak falls over his narrow shoulders, and his gaunt arms are covered with tattered wrappings that partially cover his long fingers.

What the frayed cloth does to hide his reedy frame, it cannot do for his other features; his skin is smooth and a pale yellow hue, his eyes long, almond-shaped, liquid and black. Dark rosette spots splash across his cheekbones and trail back across his temples, toward the narrow slash of straight black hair tied tightly back atop his head. His ears point delicately, tapering to fine serration at the back. Quietly, he draws his cloak more closely around himself and adjusts his hood, withdrawn and somehow weary-seeming.

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Eimi Lananmiir (Eimi)

Eimi is a beautiful young human female that catches your eye. She stands about 1.6 meters tall and is well proportioned, yet delicately boned. Her fiery red hair is cut very short, leaving her ears and neck exposed. It's trimmed in a somewhat masculine style, slightly longer on top. Her eyes are large and an intense emerald-green set in a very white face. Those eyes have to be her most riveting and attractive feature. It is hard to keep yours off of them. Her complexion is very pale, even white, and doesn't seem quite natural; opaque and slightly unnerving.

She is wearing a tight, blue slimsuit that leaves very little to the imagination and holds her body snugly. On her feet are a pair of low boots of a material that looks like suede.

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Governor Zarrazz Vrinn (Gala'maDred)

Before you stands a short, muscular drow elf. He barely reaches 4'8" and his heavy build pronounces his short stature.

A long silk cloak of dark blue reaches to his knees, the hood hanging loosely about his strong shoulders. Stitched in gold on the back of the cloak are two strange symbols--those of House Vrinn and House Teken'duis, gleaming proudly and shimmering in the light. Beneath the cloak he wears a pair of bright silver pants, made from a scaled hide. His jacket, half open, is also of this same silver hide, but is trimmed in a deep amythest, the purple scales holding a slightly different pattern than the silver. Under his jacket he wears something else: drow mesh armour, by it's shimmery sheen, though it is far from bulky as most armour is.

Glorious boots of this same silver and purple hide reaching up halfway to his knees complete his extravagent ensemble. Two quivers are strapped to his belt, one on each hip, and there are four visible knives sheathed between the small quivers. Peeking out from behind each quiver you can see what looks to be the handle of a small, pistol-sized crossbow. Two short swords are crossed over his back, the hilts poking through the cloak by way of slits at the base of the hood.

He turns towards you casually, as if he felt your eyes on him. His face is slightly covered in shadows cast by the low brim of a fedora: the brim is of deep purple scaled hide, the rest of the hat of silver, and a large black gem is set into a beautifully crafted hatband. His skin is dark, almost ebon black. His black eyes can barely be seen in the shadows cast over his slender almond shaped face. His features are very angular, almost alien, framed by long white braids and dreadlocks, falling down his back and around his shoulders to his hips. A single long jet lock falls down his left shoulder, and it is left unbraided, standing out in sharp contrast to his other white locks. Even though you cannot see his pointed elven ears, his elven ancestry is obvious. He smiles at you, just slightly, before he turns away again.

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Hati of Dammerung (Hati)

Elven form: You see a tall fair skinned elf, as all of them seem to be. He has long, silver-grey hair, and delicate features, which would look feminine on a human. His piercing green eyes catch your attention, though, with an odd sense of strength and confidence. His movements seem both graceful and somehow feral. He is wearing dark green leggings, lighter green shirt, and a leather vest and boots, as well as a black leather collar which shows clearly. The leather is intricaely worked, and the collar seems to have, "Dakini's Hati" spelled out in elven script.

Wolven form: A huge, heavily furred dire wolf. From black nose to silvered tail-tip he is easily 8 ft long, and stands about 4 and a half feet at his powerful shoulders. His thick, silvery coat is glossy with health, and strong, curving claws tip his large paws. Long legs are built for running, and his green eyes are bright with intelligence. Half-hidden by his shaggy ruff, a wide leather collar can be seen, inscribed with colorful protective runes. In the center an elegant script can be barely discerned. In basic elvish it spells out "Dakini's Hati."

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Keesha Ski'irish (Keesha)

Keesha is a bat. She is relatively short, standing - or more often hanging - a little under 5 feet tall on clawed feet, including her oversized and elaborately ridged ears. Her grin shows a mouthful of extremely sharp teeth in a pointed muzzle, and a twinkle dances in her large-pupiled eyes. She is covered in fine dark brown fur, almost downy on her wings, and somewhat coarser in a cowlick between her ears...her headfur is cut short to stay out of her way in flight.

Keesha's arms are integral to her wings, supporting them on jointed bone spurs that extend from her elbows and wrists. Her hands fold back along the wings in flight...on the ground, her wings fold up, letting her use her hands with only a little loss of dexterity.

She wears a rather low-slung pair of shorts and a tunic split up the sides to accommodate her wing membranes. Both are in the same dark brown as her fur, and she blends easily into the shadows. A pendant, a reddish teardrop of amber set on a detailed leaf of green metal with gold veining, is held tightly to her neck, a pouch is strapped to her left leg and a sheathed dagger is on her right thigh.

Background | Graphic | The Chirikh, Keesha's ship


Kern Densaran (Kern)

Human form: You see before you a human male in his mid-twenties. He appears to be moderately attractive, with his jet-black hair worn long in the back and cropped close, his piercing green eyes, and chiselled facial features. His lips seem to naturally turn up into a smile as he returns your gaze unblinkingly. His body well toned under his garments, though favoring a wiry build over larger muscles. He is currently wearing a fine suit of elven chainmail, reaching down to his ankles on the bottom, and his elbows on the top. Over that, he wears a golden long-tunic emblazoned with a multi-colored vortex. He has a black leather belt cinching the tunic, adorned with several belt pouches, a longsword in its scabbard, and what looks to be a speed-holster for an ebony wand. He stands comfortably in red leather highboots, and golden bracers protecting his wrists. Last to catch your eye is the new ring which sits on his left middle finger: a silver band set with a rogue stone, denoted by its chaotic swirling colors. It seems to glisten in the light as your eyes move back to his face, and he nods, murmuring a quiet 'well met' to you.

Wolf form: You see before you a good sized timber wolf, about three feet at the shoulder. His thick fur is a light gray, with white highlights on chest, belly, and tail. He seems to be in good shape, with strong, wiry flanks and hindquarters and a broad chest. His tail is long and bushy, and he looks at you with intense green eyes. He tilts his head briefly, watching you with those intelligent eyes, before lolling his tongue out in a wolfish smile and offering a bark of greeting.

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Obsidian

A young girl of Drow descent is before you. Like other elves her age is difficult to determine, in human reckoning she looks to be no older than perhaps 19 years of age. Silvery hair the color of spun moonlight pulls back from her lovely brow and cascades down to the small of her back. Two small braids, tightly woven and capped with crystal beads, rest on either side of her face accentuating her slender, pointed ears.

Obsidian's face is full of youthful exuberance and beauty, which is tempered by a slightly squarish, set to her jaw, and a tiny dueling scar on her left cheek. Her eyes are of a glimmering amber hue, contrasting sharply with her skin, like shining stars in a clear night sky.

Her physique is that of a warrior, lithe and muscular, with the lines and definition that comes from hard fought battles and toil, rather than from concerted exercise. Where visible, her supple skin matches her name perfectly, smooth and black, with a glossy iridescent sheen that gives the illusion that she is carved from obsidian, rather than made of flesh and blood.

Resplendent is the best word that describes her current armor and attire. Shimmering mail armor that is of a dusky silver-blue hue covers most of her athletic frame. The armor is accentuated by shoulder-plates, vanbraces and greaves that are of a darker hematite color, with Elven scrollwork etched into the metal. A black cape of billowy silk that is trimmed in silver, attaches itself to the shoudlder-plates by built in clasps. A thin silver chain is suspended between the clasps and has a device that appears in the form of a silver longsword, superimposed over a silver moon, which has fine wisps trailing from it, almost like hair.

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Ophelia Leannan (Ophelia)

Looking at you silently, she locks her gaze with yours as you study her, as if in challenge. Her eyes are large, almond-shaped, the pupils of which are black-as-coal and slanted in favorable feline manner, surrounded by cool blue-green irises. It is within those depths that you can see the passion which churns beneath the haughty facade of her persona, surfacing readily as each of her numerable and varied moods pass. Her flesh is sheened with a light covering of white fur. Ebon hair the shade of a moonless night spills like a dark waterfall down the middle of her back, it's lush thickness shaped by soft layers which frame her face. Triangular eartips swivel slightly to orient on various sounds and long thin earrings chime gently from the pierced outer edges.

Consuming the majority of her body is a form-fitting suit of midnight black, leather so sumptuously supple it molds to her lithe frame like second-skin. The neck of the suit rises high upon her throat, pliantly pouring down long toned arms and covering her wrists and hands, leather leaving only her slender fingers freed, their tips shining sharp with black laquered claws. Though lusterless leather devours the vast majority of her laguinous light flesh, it does not leave much to the imagination as to her shape. Each curve of her feminine form is caressed by shadows of black, boldly binding her body, no smooth slope of her veritable voluptuousness untouched. Behind her swishes a long prehensile tail, which might be used as a barometer of her mood. As your eyes trail down her 5' frame, you see that she is long-limbed and toned, and you'd guess that her feline attributes allow her to be quite graceful and quick with flexible strength. Curiously enough, though she wears thigh high black leather boots with silver stilletto heels, she makes narry a sound with each step.

With even the most subtle of movements, the light invariably catches upon a splendid oval diamond which rests snugly within the platinum wings of a phoenix. The feline's engagement ring of black gold and platinum nestles protectively above her wedding band of damascasine patterns weaving sinuously in differing hues and shades of matching precious metals. On the first finger of her right hand is a signet ring of silver of a python-like serpent biting it's own tail: 'Orouburos' the symbol of eternity. The only other piece of jewelry she wears is a bracelet upon her left wrist, half of a matched pair of silver and gold strands entwining in complex pattern and gifted with the glimmer of one single jewel upon each strands' end: one of topaz, the other of turquoise.

Your eyes are pulled toward her hips, where a glinting reflection of the meager light on a slender dagger's blade rests, awaiting use when necessary.

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Admiral Rennyn Shaelean Miritar Aelorothi, Commander Elven Imperial Fleet (Rennyn)

Rennyn Aelorothi is a fairly tall, slender Gold Elf. His stance, although open is rather militaristic in nature. He has fairly long, straight blonde hair, which is left loose and flowing, just past his shoulders. His bangs are kept from falling into his eyes by two 'cowlicks' and an unadorned circlet of gold. His expression is fairly distant and his mannerisms cool and indifferent. He smiles rarely, and when he does it doesn't touch his eyes. His eyes are a deep blue-green, and almost frighteningly void of emotion. If the eyes are truly windows into the soul, this man keeps his soul well hidden behind the mask of his eyes.

The uniform he wears is almost completely white. He wears a white, thigh-length tunic tucked into a pair of loose fitting white pants, and soft black boots. The mandarin style collar and cuffs of the shirt are embroidered with a knotwork design, in gold. Finally, over top of all of this, he wears a tabard of deep purple. Over his heart on the tabard is stitched the symbol of the Queen of Evermeet. Over that are his rankbars, denoting his place as the Admiral of Oloth's fleet, and underneath is his nameplate; "Aelorothi".

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Rokhan of Neu Bayern, Speaker for Stormhaven (Rokhan)

He stands tall, with a distinct military, or aristocratic bearing. Though he leans a little on a cane, his fur is a dark and even charcoal gray, with his counter shading an almost shocking white. There is a slight artificiality to the fur, as there are repeating patterns in the charcoal and the borders between colors look a little too sharp. His neck ruff is neatly trimmed, and he regards you flatly through a pair of circular lensed occulars covering his eyes and showing a discrete, thin bead of edical adhesive holding them there. His features are chiseled and gaunt, and his fur shows the glossy sheen of artificial good health. He has a long aristocratic muzzle, showing a heavy jaw. His ears are mobile and expressive, swiveling to track sounds around him. He is tall but a little stoop shouldered, as if standing is a worldly burden and he seems very thin, almost boney. His torso narrows down to slim hips. He stands tentatively on digitigrade legs, shifting his grip on his cane from time to time, and h

Currently he wears a tailored wool tunic of greenish gray. Its stand collar is opened to accommodate a white silk scarf tucked neatly under the plastron of the tunic. It is well tailored, draping down almost to his knees, though it hange somewhat loosely from his shoulders. It is plain of adornments other than a floral pattern embroidered in aluminum thread on the black velvet collar, subdued silver shoulder boards, and black cuffs. It buttons double breasted to the collar, with only a small ribbon bar displaying any color. On his left shoulder is displayed the Stormhaven Flash, consisting of a solid black circle on a hexagon of gold. There are six lines radiating out from the central disk to each face of the hexagon. On the right he wears a Neu Bayern OKH shield, showing a Knight standing over a slain dragon.

He wears a burgundy sash, over which he had belted his holster and case for his datapad. There are rings on the belt for the wear of a sword. He is wearing a pair of trousers of the same cloth as the tunic, but cut for digitigrades, though while still it looks fine, the cut is not the most flattering, being somewhat baggy. They are button coffed at the hock. He wears white cgloves and he wears deck shoes for lupines. Over this is a long stiff, wool double breasted coat with pebbled aluminum buttons. He holds it with his free hand on occasion as if he feels a chill.

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Safix

Safix stands a shade under 5 feet tall. Her clean skin is deep golden, against which her arched white eyebrows and thick lashes stand in sharp contrast. Her shaggy white hair falls manelike around her face to touch her shoulders at the longest points, and the sides are tucked behind her delicately pointed ears, revealing three small, slim silver rings piercing the lower part of each, and a fourth ring at each tip. Green eyes with a narrow circle of red around each pupil look back at you from her triangular, sharp-featured face. She's wearing a dark red tunic today, loosely belted with black cloth, over tight black pants tucked into black leather boots laced to the knee. A simple band of silver chainmail circles her throat.

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Captain Sylune Vrinn (Sylune)

Sylune stands before you, a look of inner calm and peace on her face. She has a dusky grey tone to her skin and her hair is a very light blonde, almost white. Her hair is currently worn loose, cascading around her. Her hair is very long, brushing the floor as she walks. She has sharp, angular features, almost alien with a mystical beauty to them. Peeking out from behind her hair are her ears. They extend into a delicate point, revealing her nature. An elf, but a strange one. She is a half-breed, having a drow father, and a silver elven mother.

At the moment, Sylune is wearing the formal dress robes of the Elven Imperial Fleet. She wears a plain, white dress. The collar of the dress covers her neck completely. The hem of the dress settles neatly on her boots, made of pure white leather, and the sleeves form a tidy 'v' across the backs of her hands. She wears a long, white tabard over top of the dress. Laces run up each side, holding the tabard in. The edges of the tabard are embroidered with gold knotwork. The small crest above her left brest shows her alligences: House Vrinn, The Elven Imperial Fleet, Evermeet and the Oloth Sector.

She nods formally to you, and resumes a military stance. Arms behind her back, feet shoulder width apart.

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Tinuviel

Drow form: You see a lovely, slender young elven woman who looks to be of perhaps drowish origin. Her lithe and delicate form is covered with skin of the richest, deepest chocolate that looks as soft as the finest silk and as flawless as a pearl. Her long, shimmering, silver-gold hair has been caught up into a braided crown around her head, with the remaining length loose and falling down to about her waist. Tiny white flowers are caught in the shimmering mass, perhaps the source of the delightful fragrance around her. Her long, delicately pointed ears are framed with a few slender locks, a simple pair of silver rings piercing the lobes. Her eyes are large and slightly slanted, a rich, sparkling amethyst filled with a gentle amusement, while her small, slightly tilted nose and rose petal lips finish the delicate face.

Her slender neck goes down to slim shoulders that are framed with off the shoulder sleeves that are mere puffs of silver gauze that brush along her arms, leaving most of them bare. Silver ripples over her pert breasts down to her slender waist, looking like fine scales, shimmering and sparkling in the faintest light. From behind you catch a glimpse of radiant silvery-golden wings, that almost seem to be made of jewels as the light reflects prismatically from each feather. Sleekly muscled arms are accented at the wrists by bangles of silver, above long fingered hands, each delicate finger tipped with bright golden fingernails that are kept somewhat short. The silver fabric hugs over her hips, before flaring out into a full, floorlength skirt that swirls and dances around her legs when she moves. Even with the appearance of a scalelike texture, the fabric moves and hangs like the finest silk. A delicate looking pair of silver slippers grace her feet, a slender strap crossing across the top to hold them in place.

Alicorn form: You see a lovely, slender young alicorn woman. Her lithe and delicate form is covered with fur as black as the night sky, with a dense, yet silky feel, almost more feline then equine. Long, shimmering, silver-gold hair is loose around her body, a thick shock of bangs escaping to float in front of her eyes. Her long, delicately pointed ears peek up through the hair, moving to catch each sound and with every emotion. A short, slender horn of the brightest gold is settled above and between her eyes, where the third eye is said to be located. The simple spiral looks sharp to the touch, for all its short length. Her eyes are large and slightly slanted, a rich, sparkling amethyst filled with a gentle amusement, while her small, slightly tilted nose and rose petal lips finish the delicate face.

Her slender neck goes down to slim shoulders that are framed with off-the-shoulder sleeves that are mere puffs of silver gauze that brush along her arms, leaving most of them bare. Silver ripples over her pert breasts down to her slender waist, looking like fine scales, shimmering and sparkling in the faintest light, an excellent contrast to her night black fur. From behind you catch a glimpse of radiant silvery-golden wings, that almost seem to be made of jewels as the light reflects prismatically from each feather. Sleekly muscled arms are accented at the wrists by bangles of silver, above long fingered hands, each delicate finger tipped with bright golden fingernails that are kept somewhat short. The silver fabric hugs over her hips, before flaring out into a full, floorlength skirt that swirls and dances around her legs when she moves. From behind you see her long, slender tail, tufted with soft, silvery-gold fur. Even with the appearance of a scalelike texture, the fabric moves and hangs like the finest silk. Her feet are long and slender, with well trimmed, bright golden nails at the end of her pretty little toes.

"Halfway" form: You see a lovely, slender young elven woman who looks to be of perhaps drowish origin, except for the few oddities about her, that give her more the look of an alicorn.

Her lithe and delicate form is covered with skin of the richest, deepest chocolate that looks as soft as the finest silk and as flawless as a pearl. Her long, shimmering, silver-gold hair has been caught up into a braided crown around her head, with the remaining length loose and falling down to about her waist. Tiny white flowers are caught in the shimmering mass, perhaps the source of the delight fragrance around her. Her long, delicately pointed ears are framed with a few slender locks, a simple pair of silver rings piercing the lobes. A short, slender horn of the brightest gold is settles above and between her eyes, where the third eye is said to be located. The simple spiral looks sharp to the touch, for all its short length. Her eyes are large and slightly slanted, a rich, sparkling amethyst filled with a gentle amusement, while her small, slightly tilted nose and rose petal lips finish the delicate face.

Her throat flows down to her slender shoulders, the lines softened by the soft, almost sheer white silk of her blouse. The shirt is open at the throat, with the laces untied to reveal the dusky, silky smooth skin and cleavage of her chest. The fabric flows loose around her, though through the fabric you can see the faintest indication of her narrow waist and pert breasts. The shirt flows down to below her tummy, brushing the tops of her hips.

From behind you catch a glimpse of radiant silvery-golden wings, that almost seem to be made of jewels as the light reflects prismatically from each feather. Her hands are long and slender, each delicate finger tipped with bright golden fingernails that are kept somewhat short. Her slender waist and hips are encased in form fitting black leather pants, pants that cling to every lovely curve as if they were painted on. The ebon leather continues down her legs to her slender ankles, accenting and enhancing the dancer's muscles and delicacy of her form. From behind you see her long, slender tail, tufted with soft, silvery-gold fur. Her long, slender feet are clad in a pair of soft black suede boots that are short in style, coming to only a little past her ankles.

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Xarlen

Drow form: The darkness seems to have taken on a form, first appearing to be a silhouette, a moving shadow. As a closer examination is taken, it is obvious what the form is; ebon skin as dark as midnight covers the man's body as if it had been dipped in ink. Standing at three inches and five feet, the figure has a slender, lithe build. A shower of silvery hair spills down past the figure's neck to touch just below the shoulderblades. Pointed ears poke upwards through the cascading mane, combining with high cheekbones to give the ethereal features of a dark elf. Intensely smoldering orange eyes gaze out from underneath his pale brows, taking in his surroundings with a stalking, observing expression.

His attire would suggest that he isn't much of a blade-brandishing warrior, though an observer could guess it is more than likely the garb for a mage. A robe the color of onyx flows down his body, the hem dropping low enough to conceal even his feet beneath, though it doesn't hinder walking at all. The material shines when it catches the light, the edge of the fold glittering with the reflection. The patterns upon the robe are woven into the fabric in emerald greens and indigo blues. Stripes of red and arcane symbols are scattered across the surface. A crimson silk trim cover the hem and cuffs while the long sleeves are just long enough to allow him to hide his nimble-fingered hands. A few bulges can be seen underneath the line of the robe - pockets and containers, no doubt, concealing a considerable amount.

"Harlequin," the gold elf disguise: The figure who's features have been caught by a glance appears to be that of an elf. From the high cheek bones beneathed sunkissed fleash, the pointed ears which pushes up through the golden mane of hair that washes in locks down to shoulders, and the slender physique of most elven kind suggests nothing but. Angled, yet handsome features lead the male's face. Whispy bangs drift over a pair of glasses over the elf's face. Though, the lenses are of a black tint, seeming to be crafted of pure obsidian, so much that one can not see through the other side. This might suggest that the figure's eyes are not for viewing, either from an onlooker's perception, or for seeing all together. The visage most commonly seen on the elf is a slight stoic, blank expression, though a smile is not uncommon to touch his lips.

From the soles of his feet to the top of his head, the elf stands five foot, three inches, with his face framed by a hood of a sable shaded wool cloak, thick for the wintery weather, and the whisps of blonde hair beneath the shade of the hood. Held tight around his neck by a tied cord, the cloak flows down to cover his form. Though, with an arm usually held out, clutching a cane of well-crafted wood, and the the elf's movements cause the flap to open, revealing the body beneath. A tunic of earthen brown stretches across the slender but healthy torso. The tunic ends at upper thighs, overlapping breeches of dense cloth, colored a slate charcoal. His cloak ends to brush along the tops of dark brown leather boots.

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