Liasa

Portrait
Description
~At a Glance~

Height - Four feet, five inches
Weight - Somewhere between ninety and one hundred pounds
Eyes - Impossible blue, framed by thick raven lashes and topped with neatly arched brows
Skin - Milky alabaster, softer than a rose petal; 'pampered' would describe it well
Hair - Ebony silk with shimmering blue highlights, softly wavy, longer than she is tall and caught up in intricate loops and braids to hold it back
Voice - Low and dulcet, respectful
Scent - Roses, sweet spice, and the softly sweet taint of death
Movement - Graceful
Build - That of a dancer
Musculature - Defined
Bone structure - Dainty
Features - Regal and sensually feminine - full lips, high cheekbones, small nose
Gender - Fully female
Elemental preference - Earth
Measurements - 34C-24-34
Piercings - No
Tattoos - No
Scars - One; a small, slightly distorted cross-shaped scar just beneath her collarbone
Noteworthy features - A set of four silver bands sealed about her arms, at wrists and biceps, etched in blue gold with an exotic flower, and a sinuously curved symbol that seems to hold meaning for her
- A gold chain worn around her neck bearing an onyx and platinum pendant of a Triskele held within the heart of a pentacle

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~"The actions of a person show their true nature far better than words could ever express."~

~"I am no child, to think myself invincible, you know. I am not one to take what is not offered as though I have every right to it."
"Of course you aren't, darling. You are wise and strong, and beautiful too. I think it is because you have shown you are different from others of your kind that I am so comfortable around you."~

Eyes of an impossible shade of blue regard the world around her, and in the right light they glint a softly blue-purple shade; the rich blue fringed by long, thick raven dark lashes. Alabaster flesh, creamy and pale, and so very soft to the touch is accentuated by locks of ebony silk, so dark that highlights of blue shimmer through the long tresses. The thick cascade is actually longer than she is tall, however it is generally kept pulled high in an intricately twisted and looped ponytail, so that the ends of the hair only reaches to her knees. A petite nose rests above full, sensually curved lips. The line of her jaw is smooth, cheekbones classically high to give her a softly regal appearance. The perfect arch of her eyebrows puts in mind a raven's wings in flight, and her ears are small and somewhat shell shaped. Her head is always held high, slender neck circled by a golden chain bearing a pendant of onyx and platinum. These are formed into the sinuous shape of a Triskele held within the heart of a pentacle.

~"Does the charm do anything, miss?"
"Nothing but bring comfort to my soul."

"What meaning, if any, does that pendant you wear hold for you?"
"For blessing from the deities, I wear the pentacle. For protection and peace of mind, I wear the Triskele."~

Often seen cloaked and hooded in public places, she seems to prefer the shadowy areas. Her garments tend to be darkly shaded, though not always, and they are well tailored to accentuate her full lush curves. This one stands at perhaps four feet, five inches tall, but this lack of height seems to not bother her in the least. Waist narrow, hips flared nicely, and full firm breasts; body caught not too far past her eighteenth summer. But despite the youth of her form, her mind is far older, far wiser.

For those with sharp sight, and attentive minds, a small cross shaped scar rests just below her collarbone. Not a normal scar, more like a brand laid to the perfection of her flesh at some point in time, and slightly raised and rough to the touch. But the scar is rather faint, as though faded with time.

~"I do not mind sharing the darkness of my life with you. You have but to ask."~

Voice soft and melodious slides from those full rosy lips, a gentle seduction of sound, the dulcet tones dancing silvery through the air to weave around a listener. As she speaks or when she smiles, if her face is not shrouded in shadow from her hood, one might catch a glimpse of small, straight white teeth. Her words are often respectful, and oft-times her demeanor could be said to be submissive.

And caught about her arms, at her biceps and wrists, lie a set of silver bands that seem to have no way of removal. These are decorated with two stylized symbols, one of an exotic and alien flower, the other a sinuous curving of lines that seems to hold meaning to her at least; the symbols are done in a blue-gold in contrast to the silver of the bands.

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

The quotes within the bio are taken from pieces of role play over some period of time between myself and various other players from other places.
Player:Atrum Pennae
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Elf