~~ Summary ~~

Full Name: Evaine Feathersong

Nicknames: Ev, Eve, Eevee/Evey

Race: Human (Celestial Heritage).

Age: 18.

Height: 5'8"

Weight: Slightly lighter than average.

Hair: Naturally blue, dyed mostly black.

Style: Long, shoulder-length.

Eyes: Deep, slightly luminous blue.

Build: Light, with decent curves.

Skin: Fair, lacking much tan.

Bust: Upper-end C-cup.

Scent: Roses, typically, though usually diluted.

Piercings/Tattoos:
- None currently.

~~ Physical  ~~

Above a slender, delicate neck rests a visage seemingly torn from the ideals of a sculptor - a soft, graceful jawline forms the bottom frame for features dominated by inquisitive azure eyes that glimmer both with interest and excitement, and a literal soft luminescience. Her hair constitutes the other boundaries, a loose, flowing mane of currently black locks ending in blue tips. While one might assume, at first, that she added the blue as accent, the case seems to be the opposite. Were one to pass their hand through Evaine's hair, they'd find themselves feeling an odd sensation in places, almost like that of down feathers. Revealed, her head does actually have a number of blue feathers, buried beneath the hair. Her soft, pinkish lips are almost always curled up into an easy smile or grin, never hesitant to show off her pearly whites, and rest just below a cute nose that has the slightest of upward turns. She has the face of a girl who laughs easily and luxuriates in life.

Below that neck, her chest swells out into what she considers her second best feature - two bountiful orbs that push out against her typical preference of clothing, They're capped by pert little nips, pinkish in colouration and undoubtedly quite sensitive. Over all, the hefty handfuls seem natural and healthy, flawless in complexion as with the rest of her body. While she doesn't make any outward efforts to show them off, she also doesn't act as though she is ashamed of her breasts - a mentality she carries through to the rest of her body, as well.  

The globes themselves rest just above the gentle swell of her stomach, an expanse of soft skin that perfectly encapsulates her build; soft, with a thin layer of fat that leaves her feminine and delicate looking, but with the evidence of a decently toned, dextrous musculature beneath. Her movements have a certain grace and nobility to them, a fluidity and precision, that speaks of a flexible and trained woman. She is often seen to be twirling things idly and expertly between her fingers, usually a tarnished golden coin from a far-off land.

Her narrow waist expands into decent hips below, giving her a decently hourglass shaped figure. She took womanhood well - this final touch to her figure, the child-bearing hips, lends a nice swish to her movement, one accentuated by her perky, energetic gait. The hips support a remarkable tush, perky and with just the slightest amount of pleasant jiggle to them, outlined by her tighter trousers when she chooses to wear them and teased at by the length of her skirts. Nestled in between is a tight, puckered star and an untouched slit, crested by a light tuft of blue hair.

Her legs, long and slender, descend toward the ground, another of her proudest features. Smooth and pale, they are the legs of a runner protected with the softness of a noble. She can commonly be seen languidly stretching, twirling a foot in the air as she dreams her idle dreams. They end in two regular human feet, which are typically kept quite clean and well tended. Her nails, both on those delicate feet and her eager hands, are painted a deep, lustrous sapphire blue.

~~ Accoutrements ~~

On the average sunny day, Evaine tends to favor comfortable clothes that hug her tight around her narrowed waist and allow the crest of her cleavage to show. Between those squeezed orbs hangs a silver locket with a massive cut sapphire in a place of prominence. It catches and reflects the light in a dazzling display, but has some cuts and scratches suggesting prolonged wear. For her lower body, Eve typically is seen wearing a skirt, one that is both tantalizingly short and very mobile, giving horizontal swishes with every step and only just denying a better view of her rear. It is pressed down slightly by the sheath hanging at her side, a long and ornate thing that presages the thin blade often held within.

An expertly crafted and long blade, the rapier at her side is slightly thicker than the average blade, designed to more readily penetrate armor. It is a magnificiently crafted thing, balanced expertly for Eve's hand. The guard is ornate but sturdy, a criss-cross of metal that has the ornate outline of a rose displayed prominently. The stem continues on after the guard, twining tightly with the black leather-wrapped hilt. For a pommel, there is a brilliant sapphire inset, matching the one around her neck.

On her right hip is an ornate, wind-worn lute. It has the appearance of a much loved instrument, with oiled, taut strings and polished wood. The simple instrument emits a pleasing sound at the proddings of Eve's fingers, the girl often lost in a look of blissful reverie at the sound of her own notes.

As for her undergarments, she typically keeps them out of sight. She is fond of black and blue striped panties, made of a comfortable fabric that hugs her tightly, rear and front. A rather simple bra is typically involved, as well, with Evaine not being the type of girl to run around without one. Long stockings, more accurately kneesocks, grace her legs, poking up from her comfortable boots and matching the stripes on her more intimate garment. It hugs her leg tightly enough that the light layer of fat is slightly depressed by the edges.

Being the rather whimsical girl that she is, Eve has been known to wear other things - comfortable trousers for colder weather, hoods and cloaks, even dresses and entirely different looks - but the common theme is that while her clothes would always look perfectly in place on a young noblewoman, in terms of original quality, they never seem to be without that peculiar look of wear that only a long road can give.

~~ The Personal Description ~~

On the surface, this girl seems quite boisterous and joyful. At her happiest, each step is almost a skip, an energetic bounce that combines with a feminine swish to make her have an almost weightless air. Her energetic coin-twirling and easy smile work more towards the picture of a care-free girl out to experience life, and her sing-song voice is the final piece to the puzzle.

Every tone from the girl is a delight, full of life and joy, evoking the thoughts of an angelic choir. She typically remains soft-spoken, seemingly enjoying listening before talking, and watches new faces with a studious interest. When she chooses to let her voice free, truly singing, it is a sound that one might believe soothe a werewolf. Each note flows with a passionate, vivacious undertone, suggesting that her musical ability is, at least as far as her voice is concerned, more natural and instinctual than trained.

However unassuming and delicate she may appear at first glance, it must be remembered that every rose has its thorns, and that every cover has a story behind it.

~~ Lights ~~

I'm quite open and tell friendly. I believe, for her, I shall take to not listing many lights, though if you want a brief list of personal favorites, feel free to ask. The reds are the standard - no permanent changes without OOC consent, no scat, nothing that violates the server rules, and no brutal death/mutilation without consent.

I'm quite the fan of casual or serious RP, as well, enjoying adventuring, plots, simple chats, and everything in between.