Post by Idgy on Dec 7, 2010 21:45:19 GMT -5
((Hello all. I have been enjoying the forum for some time now, learning much about your gang. I have been anticipating Cataclysm, and am in the process of fleshing-out my Goblin Priestess. I look forward to meeting you all in game. This is my official OOC shout-out...to let you know I am interested in joining you. An official Application will follow soon. My character is Idgy.))
Alone, the Goblin Priestess skirted the cavernous rift, keenly aware of the heat radiating from deep within the crevasse itself. Wisps of flame sporadically leapt from the fissure and lapped at her sallow and calloused ankles.
Her gaze did not waiver as she traversed this precarious landscape, but her mind was awash with concern…concern born out of a profound connection with the very Light that sustained her beloved Azeroth, but now threatened to abandon it…and her.
Nearly bereft of energy, she sought to quell the ironic burden often visited upon those who understood both too much and not enough. What shall become of us?
Her sweat was mingled with tears, and both accumulated in the lower recess of her eyes. The collecting pool obscured the lower third of each iris, reminiscent of two purple moons descending into a placid lake.
She was in perpetual dialogue with The Light as she moved, this connection never failing to guide her awkward feet. There was, however, a hobble to her stride that periodically sent the brimming pool of tears careening down her moss-green cheeks. The tears predictably followed the angles of her well-proportioned face, a thin strip of leather about her neck leeching them before they reached her robe.
Her teeth were small and evenly arranged, but yellow and varying in height. They jutted forward slightly and imparted an understated fullness to her lips. The effect might have been sensuous… or pouty, depending on the beholder. One elongated fang erratically snagged her lip as she unconsciously gnashed her diminutive teeth. The bottom lip was split open to the right of center, her nervous tongue periodically probing and reopening the gash.
Her brow was furrowed, but had always been thus, lending an air of intensity to her gaze. Her manicured eyebrows were equally weighted above her small and slightly upturned nose. Her nose in turn was freckled, though the effect was subtle given her sun kissed, mottled green skin.
Her face and body were scored with scars, which she proudly bore. One scar coursed diagonally across her face, encompassing her left brow, the base of her nose, and the right side of her mouth. The imperfection was responsible for a rather crooked smile, though many considered it one of her most endearing features. Indeed, the years had left their footprints upon her being, both physically and emotionally.
Both nostrils were pierced; a pair of titanium studs on the left and a larger copper trinket on the right, which had oxidized blue. The later was etched with an insignia of the sun - a symbol which marked her as a healer among her people.
Her voice was sultry and slightly raspy, but melodic in its own right. It held little of the childlike quality inherent to many of her race.
Her ears appeared too large for her head, though the bulk of her burgundy hair diminished their appearance somewhat; nevertheless, when she perked them, they were unusually prominent– like the wings of a great green bat in-flight. She made no effort to conceal them. Instead, she unashamedly adorned them with two silver hoops each - pierced toward their tips where they tapered to a point. Like beacons in the sunshine, the hoops glinted; and when he ran, her uneven canter caused them to clink, clink, clink…
Her eyes were almond-shaped and slanted slightly upward. Their luster of innocence and youth had long ago given-way, but in its place an infinite compassion flourished. Her physical form was, in fact, much eclipsed by her spiritual presence, her gaze the pinnacle of its existence. Her lashes were think and dark as they swept toward her temples. Two small beauty-marks adorned her upper cheek.
Her navel was pierced in its inferior fold, though the trinket was not man-made, but seemingly a small shard of bark. The scent was reminiscent of cinnamon or cloves and seemed to quell even the foulest odors. Indeed, her impending arrival was often preceded by this scent - and it lingered long after her departure.
A faint glow perpetually enveloped her being. It was ever-present, though it varied in intensity according to her emotions. This Light she could wield - an innate gift that had grown and flourished over time. This radiance clung to her, and imparted an inexplicable comfort to others.
Alone, the Goblin Priestess skirted the cavernous rift, keenly aware of the heat radiating from deep within the crevasse itself. Wisps of flame sporadically leapt from the fissure and lapped at her sallow and calloused ankles.
Her gaze did not waiver as she traversed this precarious landscape, but her mind was awash with concern…concern born out of a profound connection with the very Light that sustained her beloved Azeroth, but now threatened to abandon it…and her.
Nearly bereft of energy, she sought to quell the ironic burden often visited upon those who understood both too much and not enough. What shall become of us?
Her sweat was mingled with tears, and both accumulated in the lower recess of her eyes. The collecting pool obscured the lower third of each iris, reminiscent of two purple moons descending into a placid lake.
She was in perpetual dialogue with The Light as she moved, this connection never failing to guide her awkward feet. There was, however, a hobble to her stride that periodically sent the brimming pool of tears careening down her moss-green cheeks. The tears predictably followed the angles of her well-proportioned face, a thin strip of leather about her neck leeching them before they reached her robe.
Her teeth were small and evenly arranged, but yellow and varying in height. They jutted forward slightly and imparted an understated fullness to her lips. The effect might have been sensuous… or pouty, depending on the beholder. One elongated fang erratically snagged her lip as she unconsciously gnashed her diminutive teeth. The bottom lip was split open to the right of center, her nervous tongue periodically probing and reopening the gash.
Her brow was furrowed, but had always been thus, lending an air of intensity to her gaze. Her manicured eyebrows were equally weighted above her small and slightly upturned nose. Her nose in turn was freckled, though the effect was subtle given her sun kissed, mottled green skin.
Her face and body were scored with scars, which she proudly bore. One scar coursed diagonally across her face, encompassing her left brow, the base of her nose, and the right side of her mouth. The imperfection was responsible for a rather crooked smile, though many considered it one of her most endearing features. Indeed, the years had left their footprints upon her being, both physically and emotionally.
Both nostrils were pierced; a pair of titanium studs on the left and a larger copper trinket on the right, which had oxidized blue. The later was etched with an insignia of the sun - a symbol which marked her as a healer among her people.
Her voice was sultry and slightly raspy, but melodic in its own right. It held little of the childlike quality inherent to many of her race.
Her ears appeared too large for her head, though the bulk of her burgundy hair diminished their appearance somewhat; nevertheless, when she perked them, they were unusually prominent– like the wings of a great green bat in-flight. She made no effort to conceal them. Instead, she unashamedly adorned them with two silver hoops each - pierced toward their tips where they tapered to a point. Like beacons in the sunshine, the hoops glinted; and when he ran, her uneven canter caused them to clink, clink, clink…
Her eyes were almond-shaped and slanted slightly upward. Their luster of innocence and youth had long ago given-way, but in its place an infinite compassion flourished. Her physical form was, in fact, much eclipsed by her spiritual presence, her gaze the pinnacle of its existence. Her lashes were think and dark as they swept toward her temples. Two small beauty-marks adorned her upper cheek.
Her navel was pierced in its inferior fold, though the trinket was not man-made, but seemingly a small shard of bark. The scent was reminiscent of cinnamon or cloves and seemed to quell even the foulest odors. Indeed, her impending arrival was often preceded by this scent - and it lingered long after her departure.
A faint glow perpetually enveloped her being. It was ever-present, though it varied in intensity according to her emotions. This Light she could wield - an innate gift that had grown and flourished over time. This radiance clung to her, and imparted an inexplicable comfort to others.
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