Post by SathReion on Dec 24, 2010 16:01:56 GMT -5
((12/24/2010))
A Sin’Dorei stands at 6’5” very tall for his race and weighing 170 pounds. His hair started blond at the base and slowly became a darker red all the way to the tips. His hair is long at the front a few tendrils hanging down to the middle of his chest. The back of his hair was shorter a few clumps seemed to poke back and few longer clumps seem to fall down until eventually stopping just inside the top of his shoulder blades. The hair was soft to the touch and shiny, the longer strands flowing with his robes as he moved. Two pointy ears stuck out from the sides just like his height they were slightly longer. His skin was more red then pink but still quite fair as was the norm for his race. His eyes were a bright emerald green with just a tint of purple because of the fel energies he chose to wield. The angrier he got the more the purple took precedence within them. His lips were of average size and only slightly darker then his skin and behind them perfect white teeth. When he was smiling it was stunning. A small red two pointed goatee clung to his chin.
Sparks’ shoulders’ were broad for an elf and well defined beneath his robes. Where his robes touched his arms and legs toned lines of muscle could be scene. His hands bore tiny scars from missing with the skinning knife a few times nothing to substantial or noticeable. His fingers were long and thin though his grip was very strong. His torso was like his shoulders wide for his race and long do to his height. In truth his body was proportional just larger than the normal Sin’Dorei. Long toned legs hide beneath his flowing robes. His feet were proportional to his body though they hid behind the hem of his robes. He tried to keep his clothes clean though the occasional dried blood or dirt would show. His robes had some wear he was by no means rich enough to afford better ones but he tried his best to keep them looking decent.
His voice changed depending on his mood and what he was trying to get across though always deep and in harmony never scratchy. He smelled like the road and whatever wilderness he was wandering with a small hint of campfire wafting off him. Beyond his scars all his skin was decently smooth no hair to be seen beyond his head. All in all he was pretty good looking and at times a charmer though, like most things in his life depending on his mood.
A Sin’Dorei stands at 6’5” very tall for his race and weighing 170 pounds. His hair started blond at the base and slowly became a darker red all the way to the tips. His hair is long at the front a few tendrils hanging down to the middle of his chest. The back of his hair was shorter a few clumps seemed to poke back and few longer clumps seem to fall down until eventually stopping just inside the top of his shoulder blades. The hair was soft to the touch and shiny, the longer strands flowing with his robes as he moved. Two pointy ears stuck out from the sides just like his height they were slightly longer. His skin was more red then pink but still quite fair as was the norm for his race. His eyes were a bright emerald green with just a tint of purple because of the fel energies he chose to wield. The angrier he got the more the purple took precedence within them. His lips were of average size and only slightly darker then his skin and behind them perfect white teeth. When he was smiling it was stunning. A small red two pointed goatee clung to his chin.
Sparks’ shoulders’ were broad for an elf and well defined beneath his robes. Where his robes touched his arms and legs toned lines of muscle could be scene. His hands bore tiny scars from missing with the skinning knife a few times nothing to substantial or noticeable. His fingers were long and thin though his grip was very strong. His torso was like his shoulders wide for his race and long do to his height. In truth his body was proportional just larger than the normal Sin’Dorei. Long toned legs hide beneath his flowing robes. His feet were proportional to his body though they hid behind the hem of his robes. He tried to keep his clothes clean though the occasional dried blood or dirt would show. His robes had some wear he was by no means rich enough to afford better ones but he tried his best to keep them looking decent.
His voice changed depending on his mood and what he was trying to get across though always deep and in harmony never scratchy. He smelled like the road and whatever wilderness he was wandering with a small hint of campfire wafting off him. Beyond his scars all his skin was decently smooth no hair to be seen beyond his head. All in all he was pretty good looking and at times a charmer though, like most things in his life depending on his mood.