Vaer'deszeld Zyreph'alaerithothim

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Description
"Stripped down to my naked core The darkest corners of my mind are yours That's where you live That's where you breathe..." The Dark Elf    Possessing a regal and statuesque countenance, this lady's sleek and nubile presence may snatch one's attention. Long and slender limbs, with aesthetic command, make her appear nearly serpentine as she moves with absolute grace and utterly soundless footfalls. The observant can garner that the lady dresses immaculately, often clad in beautiful velvet, silk brocade or uniquely shaped metal that clings to her lithe body; all favoring darker, dull hues, often with a heavy cowl that casts deep shadows over her face.    Removing that cowl, one will find feminine and impossibly lovely features which seem cut from smooth marble, beautifully chiseled to obstinate perfection. The deep hue imparts thoughts of exotic trophies made of dark stone that refuse to shine when it is polished, but unlike the carved statuette she resembles, her flesh seems far from cold or icy, nor does her physique seem anything but soft, at least at a glance. At all times, fixed to her long and slender neck, is an unmarked, completely smooth choker of dull metal.    The fringes of her eyes, slightly upswept at the outer corners and outlined in black, carry long, dark eyelashes that frame orbs that, much like a cat's, seem to draw and reflect any lightsource. Glistening like precious gems, they may appear a maroon hue from one angle, only to seem a deep violet or dark indigo at another angle. Set beneath a delicate nose are a pair of full, luscious lips which she favors painting a deep burgundy. Though nearly always holding a neutral line, her mouth can occasionally be caught in faint bemusement or with the fading remnants of a scowl.    Like a wrapped bundle of shadow, her long raven tresses are almost always confined in a large, tall twist that is built and held back by decorative strings of what appears to be some sort of muted metal. The twist tapers back, much like the slender points of her elf-like ears. On occasion the tall topknot is decorated by expensive jewelry, fancy cords or other accessories, but at all times when wearing this style, is the hair meticulously pulled tightly away from her unblemished face. Her elegant hands, often gloved, are delicate like that of a pianist's, with long, darkly painted nails set at the ends of her elongated fingers. When gloveless, they almost resemble slender claws.    Her archaic dialect is difficult to pinpoint, certain pronunciations rolling softly from the back of her mouth, though her voice is always hushed with a whispery hint to it. It spills from her lips with rolling vowels, silent consonants, and a structure that seems to string words together seamlessly in a lyrical, almost sensuous cadence; the kind which might make even the dullest of priestly sermons seem enticing.  Small Details:    - Her natural scent, often disguised by something more pleasant, is vaguely reminiscent of the musky smell of ophidians.    - A successful Spellcraft check might reveal the magic that spills forth from this woman (send a tell).    - Where a Yath'tallar may wear a Whip of Fangs at their belt, this dusky creature often carries with her a deep purple, baton-like stick of leather that fits neatly into a leather hook on her belt. -- The following info should not, under any circumstance, be meta-gamed should she not be in these shapes. There are ways to find out, just send me a tell. Thanks! -- The Dragon (True Form)    The sinuous and serpentine creature moved silently and with terrifying grace. With a slender neck and limbs, its scales gleamed with the deep purple luster of amethysts, tending to black. It was a dragon of sorts, no doubt, but one with a particularly narrow profile, and, judging by its size, still in its youth. Its sleek, narrow head had a streamlined, shielded crest that reached to its neck. Its sharp and slender claws seemed to glimmer faintly with the arcane radiation known as Faerzress. (There is, unfortunately, no NWN model for this particular dragon type, so even though NWN will show you a Shadow Dragon, it is, in fact, a Deep Dragon/Purple Dragon.) - Deep Dragon Lore:    Characters who have ranks in Lore can research Deep Dragons to learn more about them. When a character makes a successful skill check, the following lore is revealed, including the information from lower DCs.    DC 25: This serpentine creature is a Deep Dragon, an obscure native of the deep Underdark, and the least well known of the chromatic dragon family. They are also known as Purple Dragons.    DC 35: A deep dragon's breath weapon is a cone of flesh-destroying, mind-meddling vapor.    DC 45: Deep Dragons often work with Drow, but they often pursue their own hidden agenda and might just as easily be on the opposite side. They covet ancient lore and treasure from the deeps of the earth. - Abilities (by no means imposed):    Breath Weapon: Flesh-eating, psychotropic vapor.    Wall-Walking: Ability to scale walls and ceiling with the likeness of a gecko.    True Seeing: Continuous true seeing effect (as the spell) at caster level 20th.    Frightful Presence: Can inspire terror by charging, attacking, or flying overhead (Will DC 22, the onlooker becomes shaken, with a critical roll, they become panicked). -- The Serpent    Gliding with effortless measures, this indigo-hued serpent was rather on the large side. In its vertically slit gaze one might find an intelligence indicating a sentience rarely, if ever, found in such creatures. -- Best enjoyed to the sounds of:    Shade Empire - Slumbering Giant    Puscifer - Breathe - OOC "Lights":    Good, solid RP is gold for me. I prefer a good story and learning to know other characters, and see them (as well as my own) develop through interaction.    I enjoy conflict RP immensely, especially when it is with people I trust. I love PCs (incl. my own) that are not all-powerful, with defined char weaknesses (not necessarily wearing them on their sleeve).    Keep any OOC creepiness away from me, follow the server rules, and let the RP guide you, and we'll get along famously.
Player:	Prelude to a Nightmare
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Elf