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Name: Gabranth
Race: Human (Aasimar)
Apparent Gender: Female.
House: Zeildinar.
Apparent Age: Seasoned Adult.
Height: 6 feet 2 inches/ 188 cm.
Weight: 187 lbs./ 85 kg
Eyes: Gleaming Sea Blue.
Hair: White.
Scent: Her natural one.
Bust: Larger than a hand can hold.
Body: Muscular, toned, evenly proportioned.
Skin: Pale of colour and soft to the touch.
Interests: Lathander, family, good deeds, horses, girls, and a multitude of very nefarious things that shall be left unmentioned.
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Physical Traits
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There are many definitions of what it truly means to be outstanding, more often than not with each person asked bearing a far different opinion than that of another.

Many a soul would likely consider such a brand to fit the white haired knight like a glove upon one's hand over the colour of her mane alone, such a rare sight that it was. Yet, even absent it, the odds of one such as her retaining the scrutiny of would be evaluators remained great, for she stood just past six feet tall absent any form of footwear, a height far more than capable of dwarfing the vast majority of other dames around her.

With distinctively angular features and just the right amount of prominence about the cheekbones, one could identify her as a specimen from one of the northernmost regions of the land, with a decisive focus on the upper walks of life. Perhaps the sole sign of interbreeding with southerners was her nose, which stood pointy of nature and relatively high even for her own features.

Broad, proudly held shoulders graced her physique, outcome of a combination of both genetics and effort, her overall appearance that of a muscular, strong build, with barely any presence of obvious pockets of bodily fat. This in turn caused the totality of her flesh to stand out with vivid chiseling detail, well-shaped and well defined, with an all too visible, slightly veiny abdominal wall.

Despite her build being far more on the heavy side than most, the warrior still kept her damely assets very much intact, a fact supported by the swells of her chest, each lush and round beyond the ability for a hand to encompass in full. Much the same could be said about the woman's backside, hips naturally flared outward as if to provide as much of a posterior as it was possible, making it just that much easier to fill any pants the white haired slayer found herself in.

Marks of Interest
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A holy symbol of the Morninglord about neck.

A large two handed sword that appears to vibrate when in the presence of Demons or Devils.

Piercings
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None.

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Out of Character & Traffic Lights
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Green: I am, in general, fine with most things. I prefer taking the moments as I see them and get them rather than presenting grounds for a selection from which to choose. Some of the things I enjoy may not actually match Gabranth's In Character likes, and as such, I will react appropriately.

Rule of thumb: When in doubt, ask.

Yellows: People who randomly and consistently ditch out of ERP without warning. I will mark you and become increasingly less interested in intimate scenarios with you until I deny them outright. The nondescript. The situational moment of watersports. Dub Con. Rape.

Reds: Child-like concepts of any shape, size or race. Animals. Scat. Gratuitous violence completely void of context during erotic.

The player behind Gabranth is tell friendly and acceptant of Out of Character arrangements if the offer is undeniably interesting, provided the offering party accepts things may not take place as planned the very instant the ball is first rolled In Character.

A final thought for those who made it 'til the end: Lathander approves of early and frequent rises of every kind.