Meloire Velle'Neurahn

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General Info Name: Meloire Velle'Neurahn Sex: Female Weight: 168 lbs Height: 5'8" Race: Unknown Age: Appears to be in her mid to late 20s Skin Color: Pale with a rosy undertone Eye Color: Icy Blue Hair: Silver Wordy Info Update: Having spent some significant time subjected to the chaotic wiles of the city, Meloire has shaken off most of her frozen edge for a remarkably warmer albeit sometimes highly inappropriate persona. With that being said, her motivations may have taken a turn in an entirely different direction as well. Meloire was the eye of the storm for as long as she can remember.  From a young age, she stood out among her peers for her indomitable will alone; a peculiar trait that carried her to the somewhat prestigious but albeit precarious duty as Grand Mediator for her people. Years of service have garnered her the rather atypical moniker, "Ice Queen" for her chilling indifference and sometimes harsh neutrality in all affairs. Her purpose in Sinfar is anyone's guess. Her time spent in these lands was enough to mellow out her harsh edges. While her disposition may not have changed to most onlookers, the certain quirks she picked up during her time in the city was enough to garner a startling transformation for a select few. Her voice was, while calm and initially unassuming, it bore a distinguishable chilling edge that brought others to yield. Though, after some time she has grown to adopt a more amenable stance. Warm, mature, perhaps even generous, at these times it would appear as if she where just a 'kind elder sibling.' Her body was certainly an attractive sort to some, enough to garner enough attention from a near daily suite of suitors back home. She sported in no uncertain terms a voluptuous figure, curvaceous, top and bottom heavy in generous proportions. Her flesh, supple and smooth appeared almost as flawless as sculpted ivory. There was some decent amount of tone to her form; starting from some promising beginnings from rudimentary combat training, but diminishing over time through hours of paperwork and other menial affairs. Her outfits were quite simply put: form-fitting, revealing, and white or some variation of. If you were to ask her if she enjoyed wearing them, she would most likely show neither like nor dislike for what she wore. In truth, they are more or less a gesture of goodwill towards a rather questionable foreign dignitary, and subsequently and perhaps unfortunately made as the customary garb of one of her station. Left to her own devices however, she'll most likely pick out similar outfits purely out of sheer familiarity. Her hair was usually kept the same regardless of what she wore, silver shimmering locks that rested just above her rear and was simply put, a delicate mess.The sort of thing you could only get when getting out of bed and wishing it would happen again. As for any accessories of import, a book, or a tome as she would insist on calling it, would hang upon her waist. No words or markings to distinguish it other than the worn edges and its black cover. So there she was, an almost statuesque beacon of sanctity. A description highly exaggerated from some long forgotten admirer. She would appear far more unflinching to the chaos of her surroundings and can sometimes come off as indifferent, and perhaps even cruel and callous. In truth however, genuine displays that defy her expectations more than pique her interest, and perhaps that is the quickest way for one to get closer to her, if they so choose to of course. Note: In terms of lights, I would prefer to take things as they come . I also appreciate feedback if you have any to give just uh, take it easy.
Player:	lovelylimbo
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Human