Post by Ninevael on Jul 20, 2015 8:59:48 GMT -5
Ninevael - translated as Highest Intensity
Height - 5'2"
Skin - Fair and clear, though marked by a smattering of freckles along the high cheekbones and fine blade of her nose.
Eyes - A changeable, vivid green.
She moves with a natural confidence, fluid and graceful, her steps managing to be both casual and careful at the same time. She holds herself like someone who is familiar and at ease with their presence in the world, saved from an off-putting arrogance by her encompassing gaze and the casual way she presents. Her features are reflective of her heritage - fine and delicate, with stark planes of jaw and brow, high cheekbones and fine edge of a nose. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, and likely the most striking part of her. Green like many of her people, the color is vivid and intense, holding a depth that is as mesmerizing as it is impossible. The green shifts with her mood, from a nearly translucent lime green to a deep, forested color edged in darkness, and colors between, shot through in shards of varying greens, managing to be both expressive and elusive.
Her voice holds a soft burr underlying the lilt of elven, her accent so non-descript as to be difficult to place. In fact, the observant might notice that she tends to take on a flavor and manner of speaking that most blends with the people around her. (Nine has a language open and intends to learn another in the near future, with RP).
Her form is both decidedly feminine, and the lithe, feline grace of an acrobat. Her movements are often decisive and smooth, as if once committed to shifting from the nearly languid poses she adopts in rest she is required to fully embrace the action. She favors leather in her clothing, most often seen in some variation of leather pants and corset, tightly fitted to her form. She is hardly ever without a pair of long leather gloves, usually ending at the base of her fingers to leave the long digits bare. Also characteristic is a high pair of boots, loose enough at the top to hold a flask in one.
Were the gloves to be removed, two scars would be markedly noticeable. The first, a bar across the inside of her left wrist, the remnants of a recent and nasty burn scarred over her pulsepoint. The second a smaller burn scar - the triangular mark just below the crook of her elbow. Her left ear, as well, is marred, missing the edge from lobe to pointed tip. Finally, if one were to see it, the back of her right ankle bears a recent scar, slashed across the back of her ankle and dotted as if it had been sewn shut.
Likely unnoticed by most, the agile woman tends to carry a small arsenal of what she calls 'finger daggers' on her person..the blades thin and small, and stashed in different custom places throughout her clothing. She carries a bow that is obviously newer in it's crafting, made of Ironwood and carved in fine, delicate lines that perfectly compliment the woman who carries it. Set into the dark wood are small purple stones, glinting softly until they catch the light. Once lit, however, the purple stones flare to life like stars in the night sky, giving the bow it's name - Elladyr (Starstrike). She also carries a larger dagger, carved from the tooth of some large creature (to those who would know, the tooth of a dragon) and a shield that is not remarkable in any way.
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