Post by Jereme on Apr 27, 2010 6:01:52 GMT -5
Tarowyn is often clean and neat. Her clothes in proper order, her body washed and hair well kept. She moves with confidence, as if each step was according to plan. It wasn't hard to find her battle and travel worn, though she conformed well to circumstance and wasn't going to apologize if their was cause for the bloodstain on her robe. She was a bit shorter than most of her race, but not out of place. Anything else about her would be left to a harder look.
A closer inspection would reveal the elf's finer details. Her hair was smooth, and red like a fading summer sunset. It was brushed every evening and every morning as part of her routine, and was most often held straight and smooth with a wide clasp at the nape of her neck. Were it more it more of a concern to her, the care could easily leave others of a more robust and silky volume.
Her face was more narrow, but over all average. Her nose remained small and cute even after she was fully grown. Her eyes glowed the usual vivid green actually complimenting the fiery nature of her hair. Her lips were healthy, if a bit thin, and slightly pinkish .No artificial color marked her face. Ears the natural length and proportion were accented with small simple silver rings. Most noticeably though was a scar that started midway between her temple and left ear and curved sharply just before the bend in her jaw to run it's course to her chin. It had healed well, but an imperfection that perhaps enhance the beauty of her face. She often ran a finger along it when her thoughts were troubled. Her expressions tended to be cautious, not often did she display deep emotions. Though even as she grasped the Light forcefully in such endeavors, whether to smite or heal, her face softened and held a more gently warmth. Conversely as she wielded her understand of it's reverse, her expression darkened. It was clear, the makings of unleashed cold wrath.
She was certainly not as tall as most Sin'dorei but well proportioned. Her robes filled well, as often she had them tailored to her full breast and modest hips. On the thin side, it looked as though she'd been quite ill and was just recently coming back to a healthy weight. The view from behind, wasn't anything to be missed, but most thoughts would be she would benefit form a more robust appetite.
Her skin was naturally pale, but even at first glance the was the same impression that she was recovering from some illness. She managed to maintain herself well in this aspect. Clean and healthy ,aside from its color, though again were it more important to her, she would take more steps to restore it from her adventures. It's touch was relatively smooth, but in this aspect as well she would not stand out amongst more prime examples of her race.
It was when she spoke that her age was revealed. It's was pitch young and vibrant. Though her tone was often flat and business like it wasn't hard to sense a bit of warm hopefulness. Her races distinct arrogant air quite noticeably absent with her, even if her thoughts mimicked their views.
Should one be close enough, she would carry the scent of the earth. It not in the same way that druids often did, but it was clear she did not take to the luxuries of cities often. Peacebloom among the most notable scents, a sharper nose would pick out other herbs as well. She didn't often give off any unpleasant odor, her toils were slow and meticulous.
A closer inspection would reveal the elf's finer details. Her hair was smooth, and red like a fading summer sunset. It was brushed every evening and every morning as part of her routine, and was most often held straight and smooth with a wide clasp at the nape of her neck. Were it more it more of a concern to her, the care could easily leave others of a more robust and silky volume.
Her face was more narrow, but over all average. Her nose remained small and cute even after she was fully grown. Her eyes glowed the usual vivid green actually complimenting the fiery nature of her hair. Her lips were healthy, if a bit thin, and slightly pinkish .No artificial color marked her face. Ears the natural length and proportion were accented with small simple silver rings. Most noticeably though was a scar that started midway between her temple and left ear and curved sharply just before the bend in her jaw to run it's course to her chin. It had healed well, but an imperfection that perhaps enhance the beauty of her face. She often ran a finger along it when her thoughts were troubled. Her expressions tended to be cautious, not often did she display deep emotions. Though even as she grasped the Light forcefully in such endeavors, whether to smite or heal, her face softened and held a more gently warmth. Conversely as she wielded her understand of it's reverse, her expression darkened. It was clear, the makings of unleashed cold wrath.
She was certainly not as tall as most Sin'dorei but well proportioned. Her robes filled well, as often she had them tailored to her full breast and modest hips. On the thin side, it looked as though she'd been quite ill and was just recently coming back to a healthy weight. The view from behind, wasn't anything to be missed, but most thoughts would be she would benefit form a more robust appetite.
Her skin was naturally pale, but even at first glance the was the same impression that she was recovering from some illness. She managed to maintain herself well in this aspect. Clean and healthy ,aside from its color, though again were it more important to her, she would take more steps to restore it from her adventures. It's touch was relatively smooth, but in this aspect as well she would not stand out amongst more prime examples of her race.
It was when she spoke that her age was revealed. It's was pitch young and vibrant. Though her tone was often flat and business like it wasn't hard to sense a bit of warm hopefulness. Her races distinct arrogant air quite noticeably absent with her, even if her thoughts mimicked their views.
Should one be close enough, she would carry the scent of the earth. It not in the same way that druids often did, but it was clear she did not take to the luxuries of cities often. Peacebloom among the most notable scents, a sharper nose would pick out other herbs as well. She didn't often give off any unpleasant odor, her toils were slow and meticulous.
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