Vic'ayne "The Split Rose"
NE Female Half-Scorrow - Psionic Assassin



Age: <29>

Height: <5’5”>

Weight: <*173 lbs>

Hair: <white, yet usually dyed in random colours>

Eyes: <one red; one white>

Skin: <licorice>

Handedness: <left>

Scars: <across her left eye. Vic is partually blind>

Tattoos: <a tribal motive upon her left thigh>

Sexual Orientation: <unestablished, but probably straight>



<General Physical Description>

Upfront of you is standing Vic, most likely easy to be mistaken for a drow if it was not for the lack of secrecy about her own appearance as well as the rather fluorescent colours her hairwas dyed within. Unlike most of her suspected kind it neither was smooth nor styled; Vic called quite the wild mane her own that could make the most battle-hardened comb falter at the thought of restoring order to it.

The very most prominent of features; other than the fact she did look drow'ish; was the rather large scar across her very face. One could easily tell it to be the very origin of the fact her left eye was white, dulled out; blind. And while she did not sport the image of the generic scathe less beauty before, this disfiguration would shove her a few notches up in the list of the aesthetically challenged women. Regardless Vic greeted most strangers with a fair and sincere smile; most likely hinting at some sort of kindness within the gal.

While her attire was ever changing to her mood and desires; the general style would always be the same. A loose; if existent shirt or top, allowing for all kinds of stealtheries beneath the clothery. Towards her hips and legs however it would shift towards leather; skin-tight even. No dangly bits of cloth to remain; most likely to prevent her movement from becoming restricted or hindered by loose stands of cloth.

Betwixt the bounty of her bosom rest a fairly small pedant. And whilst most of this sort usually show the symbol of a deity or some such; Vic's was nothing but a mere little silver rose. Upon the very ridge of her nose also sat her rosey shades. She was rarely seen looking through the very object in question though, hinting at the fact they were none but a fashionable accessory. The last little gem, or rather gems, she held dear were upon the very studs of her three piercings. While two of them were on the abreast sides of her lower lip, showing nothing but the very tip - the third and final, albeit the stud nicely aligned with the other two, had it's very other end upon the midst of Vic's lower lip; just as visible as the other three.

Beneath the attire rested a slender, lithe frame. Vic possessed nothing short of B-Cups and despite of being in no position to even dream of competing with the majority of the crowd on and around her; she knew how to set her rather 'lacking' shapes into feature. With a thing for bodices and skin-tight leathery pants; her attire left little in the dark. What you could see, the perfectly shaped apply bottom stretching the fabric with every step and her perky bosom, accented by the corsets she usually wore and offered it a pushed up and presented look, is what you get.



<A Closer Look>

Yes, a closer oogle of the woman at hand would reveal that the scar upon her face wasn't the only. Plenty remainders of battle and hardships could be found spanning her entire skin. This could be said for her entire body if it was not for the fact that the skin upon her right arm as well as her left leg was unblemished, scars that had run towards the very base of either came to an abrupt stop; hinting at some source of magic interfering. The very digits upon said arm could be witnessed moving slower and less delicate as normal fingers.

Vic would rarely be seen standing with her weight shifted upon that left leg of hers, mayhaps hinting at some sort of discomfort or displeasure in doing so. And speaking of the very limb in question, the tattoo upon her very thigh could be identified to be of arcane source. By runes and design it hints at a spell trap or spell trigger of sorts; it's actual purpose however unknown to anyone but Vic herself.

Lastly one could also take notice of the several entry points upon the woman's attire. Granted it wasn't for the intent of feeling her over; yet rather small stashes for small blades; knifes or even actual dimensional pockets. Upon her hip; however visible it might be also rest the sheathes for her very two short-swords, completing her set of weaponry.



<To The Touch>

While most of her skin was warm to the very feel, as well as somewhat rough on the surface - the very scars making the experiences of roaming Vic's body more of an adventure than a smooth slide; yet the very odd and unblemished limbs of Vic revealed what truly was beneath. While enchanted with illusionary magic that only the most adept arcanists could see through, beneath the fake skin rest metal limbs. Of construct quality nonetheless. Vic apparently able to control and move them as if she was born with them, yet she lacked any sort of sensitivity or feel within them. They are rather cold to the touch as well, those metal replacements are the very reason for Vic's rather heavy form. While most of the following was something one could be able to see, provided the proper circumstances, Vic's body other than the very mane upon her head was entirely hairless.



<Special Abilities>

Adapt Body 2x/day: The casters body automatically adapts to hostile environments as if they were a creature native to the environment.
Cloud Mind 1x/day: Allows the caster to erase knowledge of their presence from a target's mind.
Aversion 1x/day: Subject has aversion the caster specifies..
Conceal Thoughts 3x/day: Allows the caster to conceal their own motives.
Ubiquitous Vision 3x/day: Grants the caster a 360 degree vision.



<Lights>

Are pretty but almost entirely unnecessary. So long it isn't against the server rules, Rape or it's not all too freaky (no offense intended) you're welcome to try. If you're unsure about
anything feel free to simply send a tell and ask. I'm known to be mostly tell-friendly.