~At a glance~

Height - Not quite 5 feet
Weight - Light
Skin tone - Milky alabaster
Eyes - Exceptionally green
Hair - Fiery auburn
Measurements - 32C-24-34

)(~The dark illusion, Shadow of Fate, the Voice of Reason.~)(

Shadows dance across the surface of the moon. Stars gleam a white-hot smile in the black velvet of the night, and -she- is there. Never seen, never heard, but always known and felt; like a kiss of dark to light the way. There is no rhythm, there is no rhyme, there is only the truth of her being. And yet, she -is- rhythm, she -is- rhyme; a being set apart from all others.

Fiery auburn locks trace a slow spiral along the sensual curve of her jaw, silken threads snaking their way in sultry flow to finally terminate in length just past the base of her shoulderblades. Eyes of a decadent green -reminiscent of new leaves in their brilliance and perfection- survey the world around from under a heavy, long lace of lashes only two shades darker than her hair. Brows arched as of wings in flight hold a faint tilt to the outer end, giving this face a softly exotic appeal. Rosebud-red lips, full and again, perfect, rest beneath an aristocratically angled nose, and her ears are faintly shell-shaped in their curve. With high cheekbones, and a smooth, sculpted, but delicate bone structure, her entire bearing and appearance almost scream of nobility; perhaps more.

Petite is a good word to describe her alluring figure. Not remarkably tall, she might actually fit under a label of 'short' in stature; not quite breaking the five foot mark in standing. Slender, lithe, and graceful apply easily to her body. Clearly not one to focus much on physical strengths, her form is softly rounded in the perfect places, neatly curvaceous whilst holding to that slim grace.

The slender line of her neck is broken only once, by a single silver chain holding an odd, sinuously curved, blood red charm upon it. The charm falls to rest just at the hollow of her throat, that small dip created by the collarbones. This leads to the sweet glide into her bosom, and lower along the delicate curl of her ribs. Reaching the end of the ribcage, one would come to survey the dip of her waist, bringing to mind an hourglass in its shaping; tucking in from the ribs, and flaring outward again into the swell of her hips. From the line of her hips, and the curve of her derriere, this same delightful line traces down along the slim plane of her legs; from hip to ankle, this is a perfectly aligned curve of muscle and satiny soft skin. Feet small and dainty allow her steps to fall with silent ease. If one took the time to look, her arms would be as well rounded as those legs, fingers tipped with blood red painted nails.

She carries herself always with a regal bearing, a noble grace; and a certain sway to her steps that seems almost as though she would be dancing along to some inner melody. And the voice that sounds from those satiny lips holds a soft, unusual accentuation to it, something exotic and otherworldly in the way her words fall sometimes just a bit out of place. To add to this would be the odd, alien wording that finds its way into her speech patterns, usually without her conscious awareness.

And always, lingering in the back of the mind, would be the impression that -something- was not quite right about this one. Some hidden danger lurking behind the sweetness of her smile, the brilliant sparkle of those green eyes.



Please remember, IC should remain IC. Please do not make an OOC issue of the way I RP my character.

)(---)("Evanescent" is an adjective, holding two meanings. 1) Vanishing; fading away; fleeting. 2) Tending to become imperceptible; scarcely perceptible.)(---)(