Looking at this slight woman, one would first think she is of elven descent though further examination reveals she is mere human. What body you can make out beneath her dirty white robes, seemingly made for one much larger than her based on their loose fit, appears to be thin and slight. Her fingers barely reach out from beyond her sleeves, and her skin is porcelain white.

Her face is the only other feature visible, though it is mostly shrouded by a hood, white as her hands, her lips the color of darkened raspberries, with dull slightly curled locks of black hair hanging down from either side of her face to just below her chin. She wears a solemn expression, as if deep in thought. At first glance her eyes would seem much the same: dull, unremarkable, subdued, but if one were to watch closely, from time to time Darcia will glance about wit her deep blue orbs and focus on those around her, analysing them almost before returning to her more normal expression.

She mumbles a great deal, most of it incoherent, and barely louder than a whisper, but every so often a word can be made out, commonly a name. "Alicia" and "Ala" are the most common.

She walks with the aid of a small staff. Atop this staff lie tiny red crystal shards, embedded into the wood, that glow with a slight pulsating light. The appearance of the shards would seem to indicate that they were part of a much larger formation at one time.


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Reds: Scat, water-play.

Greens: Generally everything else is green, though I do have a soft spot for herms/shemales ^_-