Florence Bellièvre

Portrait

Description
Florence Bellièvre . . . . . . Possessed of androgynous visage and covered head to toe, Florence is far from imposing in a physical sense. Strange would likely be a more apt descriptor. The fabrics, leathers and other materials that comprise Florence's belongings are clearly well-worn and well-tended, and born from the hands of experienced, talented craftsmen. Most often, the items of wear are made up of dark, earthen tones, deep mottled greens and other similar colors. Cowls, scarves, heavy cloaks: all a part of what appears to be daily wear. Kept around the belt, numerous pouches, trinkets and other simple baubles abound. In a similar fashion, a burnished flintlock pistol is kept strapped to the hip - and on the opposite side, a pair of heavy hatchets. In what some may find an odd pairing, literature is also often close at hand, both being read and written (as the persistent ink staining of Florence's gloves is testament to). Beneath all of the layers of dress, the scant few glimpses of skin one may be privy to is pale. Pale and untouched by the sun. Across the tops of high cheek bones, a heavy dash of freckles runs rampant, above which a pair of shockingly bright, sea-foam green eyes peer out. Piercing. Dark, burgundy red hair frames Florence's face, occasionally tumbling from the confines of the cowl it resides within in messy, curled locks. Caught in conversation, Florence is soft-spoken, and carries a subtle accent difficult to place. With a pleasing lilting quality to their voice and a baritone pitch, many might find it a relaxing combination to listen to. In a less relaxing manner, however, Florence seems to drift from time to time - whether in conversation or elsewhere. Perhaps with a tilt of the head, or a wandering eye: there is nobody there. Fortunately, these episodes seem short-lived more oft than not, and just another oddity on the checklist. . . . . . .
Player:	Esoterica
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human