>>> Basics <<<

Age: Youthful
Race: Avariel, winged elf
Gender: Femme
Figure: Short with a small delicate frame

>>> Appearance <<<

Mistaken for celestial by some, Amara represents a typical elven stereotype. Quietly arrogant, lithe-bodied, and bearing an unearthly beauty. But every now and again her veneer slips, and you see a woman who's accepting of most other races, and ready to laugh at a bawdy tavern joke. Her mood and whims in this regard seem to change with the winds.

The first thing noticed typically is a pair of large soft white wings dyed in natural coloring agents in a festive fashion. A few telltale signs of race show the wings as a gift of her bloodlines and not a just magical ornamentation. Her skin bears a blueish purple tone, and seen along the surface is a dusting of what looks like white pearlescent powder, shimmering on the skin. This too might be a racial feature, or just mineral dust she's applied to herself. Either way, someone with a decent store of lore would guess she's an avariel.

Also very notable is a display of light blue tattoos that run down her arms, legs, and torso areas. They swirl in patterns that seem to hold no greater design to them, but instead trick the eye into making one wonder if the whirling spirals had changed position since you last looked at them.

Her clothing is made of up fine flowing silks and sheer materials -- loose fitting diaphanous and translucent fabrics made to accentuate the elven body and show it off. However, there's nothing sexual about her display. She doesn't radiate any overt 'come hither' vibes as others wearing such revealing garb would.  Overall, her small frame seems very delicate, willowy, and breakable... a trade off for the graceful movements and thin limbs.

Amara is of a young age as elves go, and a little eccentric in her choices. Her overly large eyes are rimmed in black kohl, making their deep blue color with flecks of silver into a very striking vision reminding one of a starry night sky, a theatrical trick of makeup that she uses daily. Her absurdly long silvery white hair is either left loose to blow in the winds or at times clasped at the small of her back to keep it out of the way. Hanging at her hip is a lovely weapon, an odd size in between a longsword and a short sword, crafted out of a glass-like material. Any craftsman would take quick notice of it's rarity.


>>> Lights <<<

Likes: RP and things RP related. IC Drama and being challenged through RP elements.

Dislikes: Shemales, OOC Themes used IC for trolling, holding down punctuation or caps keys, godgaming emotes.