Mistress Frostlotis Azshara Suntreader

[PrimrosalViciousheart]

120 year old woman would appear to be childlike from afar almost seeming to small to be mistaken for human. Her height shorter then most blood elves.

She has a skin paler then the moon but softer then the skin of a new born doe she seems almost perfect except for the scar running down the center of her back which would make some think she should of been dead by now if it weren't for the exceptional healers.

Her hair is Ivory in color and smooth as silk she wears which hangs just below her mid back normally let down and hung loosely. It shimmers as if diamonds were within her hair when any light hits it.

Now her eyes are the kind that draw your attention to first when you first glance at her small almond size face. A dark color of jade that seems to carry a hint of gold on the outside her dark make up accentuates her eyes making it seem as if she were focused on something from afar.

As you draw your gaze from her face you notice she has a small nose which fits her just right and just below that some full heart shaped lips the color of blood which in your opinion shouldn't fit such a fair appearance but seems to make her look more desirable.

You continue to look her over unable to help it but needing to see the rest of her as she turns around to face you. You notice her clothes fit her very tight and that her dresses were either very low scooped exposing her chest quite well or accentuating her thick hips. She had the comfortable bottle shaped body which she carried with great confidence.

When she walked she walked without noise which was normally expected of a rogue when one was stealthed which seemed odd for this young mage. Other then that she was a soft spoken woman with the voice of a long lost singer. Which was hard enough to get her to sing but to speak as well.

She was mysterious in all words with the world and rare few were able to understand her so she was rarely found smiling but smirking with disdain at most who attempted to tell her better..

Frostlotis smiles softly at her readers her lips puckering softly as she lifts a small hand to her lips and blows a soft kiss bowing softly as she says "thank you for reading hope you enjoyed the description of me."

((enjoy and plz let me know if there is anything i can fix))

((This is another great description. I like how you've gone into detail on some of the things that may go unnoticed, like the scar on her back and the style of dress she would wear. It makes me want to actually see what you see when you think about her.

One thing you could fix would be your proof reading. There are quite a few redundant things and there are some missing punctuations that would help the flow of your sentences. I like to read my writing out loud. That way I can see if it -sounds- like I think it should. You will also be able to tell if you've written enough about something - like maybe you'd like to go into more detail about one feature and less about another. Just a suggestion. ^^

Overall, your description is entertaining and enlightening. Thank you for taking the time to write it. This forum is for role play as well, so if you'd like to get in touch with some of the members - in game and out - you can do that here as well. You are welcome to jump into a thread and introduce yourself! I hope to see you later!))

[PimrosalViciousheart]

((atm I'm working on Frostlotis description again i tend to struggle with English a bit but i enjoy the challenge ill make sure to check out the rest of the forums as well thank you so much for your replies it feels good to have someone looking at my work its been a few years that Ive actually had some input and output on things thank you again Sumi)) ;D

[PrimrosalViciousheart]

((heres the updated version it might b a bit longer but couldn't help it i felt the flow escape hehe..hope you enjoy it))

120 year old woman would appear to be childlike from afar almost seeming to small to be mistaken for human.
Her height shorter then most blood elves.When she stood next to a normal blood elf female she came only below her chin.

Her height was 4'11" but that did not bother this vivacious young woman. She believed the shorter you are the better advantage you had in close combat. She weighed only 92 lbs which would make her very easily picked up. Yet no one dared to try with her due to not knowing what may occur.

Upon casting a simple glance over this woman's body you would notice strong muscles that seemed to braid over her arms and legs. Her stomach flat and semi built from the work outs she did on her own. She has skin that was milk white practically paler then the moons which would make one think she were a ghost. Yet touching her hand you could feel her flesh and heat knowing she is indeed alive. Another thing you would notice after holding her hand was that her skin was softer then that of a a newborn doe. She would seem almost perfect in one's eyes if it were not for the scar that was down her center of her back. Twas not an ugly scar but one that seemed to have blended into her back but the darker shade of skin would draw your attention to it while she was bent picking flowers. It would make you think that she should of been dead long ago if it were not for exceptional healers around here.

She wore her hair customarily down and hanging loose over her back. Normally it would cover half the long scar. The color of her hair was ivory and a beautiful shade it was, it would shimmer as if diamonds were sprinkled within her hair when any kind of strong light would hit it.Yet as your gaze continues to move over her soft almond shaped face.Your eyes would become drawn to hers. Her eyes were alluring and fascinating at best. A dark color of jade that seems to carry a hint of gold on the edges of her eyes. The makeup she wore on her eyelids was dark and safely complimented her green eyes making them stand out more then usual.

As you continue to look down curious now to her features more then ever seeing the uniqueness she carried. You look over her nose and noticed it was a small nose and simple at that. You cant help but notice her lips knowing full and well what you see is not lipstick of any sort on her lips due to the way you can see not a shimmer from her lips. The color was unusual for a woman so fair by far. Her lips were blood red as if someone had been killed recently and they blood seemed to have fallen on such soft heart shaped lips. As you continue to muse over her lips you decide they seem fairly well accentuated by her face so far and seem almost welcoming with the soft smile she had.

You continue to look her over unable to help it but needing to see the rest of her as she turns toward you holding the flowers she picked. As she turns you begin to notice her clothes fit her tightly. Her dress seemed to hug her bottle shaped body well straining a bit around her chest and waist as she moves toward you. The dresses seemed a bit exposing on some parts of her body but still looked rather nice on her.She walked with a strong confidence as if she knew more then what you did at the time.

When she walked she had the feet of a dancer hardly making noise which would make you think why she didn't take up rogue instead of looking into her magical side of herself.


When she approached almost as if noticing for the first time that she was being watched she smirked. The smirk didn't fit that face and you seem surprised at her reaction. When she spoke to you in greeting she had a soft voice that seemed scared of itself. You quickly compose yourself and respond back in kind not wanting to seem rude at the time. As she walked on toward the inn carrying her odd bundle of flowers she began to sing. The voice was so alluring as it were to belong to a lost singer. You turn tempted to follow her but stop short seeing a tall man come outside holding a sword and greeting her before they disappear inside.

You begin to muse as how hard it was to get her to talk or sing before others but dare not follow for you did not know who the man was. Satisfied with what you seen so far you walk down the road thinking perhaps you may see her another time.