The elf before you stood no taller then a young human teen, perhaps an even five foot, a hair shorter, but certainly no taller. Her eyes would be trained upon whatever ground she found herself treading upon, yet ever was her chin held up high as if it were a contradiction to her position. Pride may be a sin, but, a Girl in her world would sin a dozen times over then not to be proud of herself.

Brazen green eyes, lined with a rich brown colour looked out from under dark heavy lashes. A rare smile that would crease upon her pink lips revealed the mikly white teeth beneath them, a hint to just how well she was taken care of.

As the sun would set, the rays of light flash over her shoulder length hair, revealing it was not really a murkey brown colour, but ever a deep rich red with streaks of auburn, creating a halo type visage around this Girls head.

Should one look further upon her, they would note her skin was deeply tanned, nearly bronze.. a faint hint of something shiney would catch their eye as if she rubbed herself down with a sandlewood scented paste that casted a shimmering like haze over the flesh.

Beneath her skin, the muscles of this Girl strained but never bulged, a note that her training and her line of profession lent her strength more so then any sort of force. She was certainly no fiend or brute, but rather a lithe and well toned fighter.

Usually her dressings were more revealing then not, a strapping of leather over her chest, keeping the twin orbs of flesh in check. She was not overtly gifted, but what she had she made sure was well taken care of. The bottoms to her outfit kept in place by a meager strap of leather that tied down from her top, would flare out at the ankles, both in a bright white colour that pressented a shocking contrast to her skin. Twin sandles made out of the same sort of leather adorned her feet, more so out of cleanliness then it would be for protection.  A pitch black choker adorned her neck, the simple elven script on the facet reading "Iyliam" rested upon her slender neck.






------Specs-------

Name : Iris
Age : 232
Height : 4'10"
Weight : Easily from 90 to 107 pds
Hair : Dark auburn/Reddish tinted
Eyes : Fern green, dark.. a line of brown ringing the iris.
Skin : Bronzed, flakes of a shimmering sort dotted it.
Piercings : Should one see beneath the straps of her top, both nipples pierced, a chain leading down between her legs under the "belt" that held her outfit together.
Tattoos/Scars : A 'kef' *** symbol on her inner right thigh. Various lashings scars all about her back and the ankles, they were thin, a faint white colour. No other marks or tattoos at this time of creation.








*** 'kef'  The symbol of a Gorean Kajira. If you have no idea what this is, please RP to find out, or ask in a tell. I am more then willing to explain both ways.



Redlights/Greenlights : At creation - None


OOC Notes :

* No OOCly complaining to me on how I RP Iris. UNLESS it is against the rules. I do take constructive critisism, however.

* Please for the love of god, no power emoting or "god" emoting. Suuuure, most of the server is max level and could probably stomp Iris into a mudhole, but.. be sensible about it, eh?

* General asshattery will be ignored yet remembered and noted.

* I'm not putting Green/Red lights in at this time for many reasons, I feel it's hindering for /myself/ to get to know other peoples RP. But I will send a polite tell if uncomfortable.

* Sexual Harassment will not be reported, but graded. (yes, that is a joke!)



Thanks for reading!