Thymesta
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Name: Thymesta
Race: Shadar-Kai Elf Sex: Female Age: Appears mid twenties, true age unknown Height: 4'3" Build: Petite, slender, softly curved, distinctly elfin and naturally hairless, with delicate proportions and graceful movements Skin: Pale ivory with a faint cool undertone, smooth with light freckles across the nose Eyes: Glowing crimson red, intense and haunting Hair: Jet black, layered, shoulder length, silky with soft volume Ears: Long tapered elven ears with small gold piercings Lips: Full, black lipstick, bold against her pale skin Face Details: High cheekbones, small beauty mark near her mouth, gold nose ring Tattoos: Colorful floral sleeve on right arm, dark arcane sigil on left upper arm tied to shadow magic Clothing: Dark corset style top, short black skirt, patterned stockings, knee high black boots with gold accents Jewelry: Gold earrings, gemstone rings, slim black choker Scent: Night flowers, leather, faint smoke and cold air after rain Voice: Low, smooth, quietly intense Typical Expression: Knowing smirk or calm unreadable stare Presence: Sensual yet eerie, confident, and hard to ignore despite her small stature Overall Vibe: A dark heroine made of temptation and grace, equal parts danger and desire, the kind of elf bards write ballads about and lovers ruin themselves for Standing at a astounding 4'3, Thymesta has spent most of her life proving that intimidation is not measured in height but in presence. Many who first meet her make the mistake of finding her "adorable." Most correct themselves within the first five minutes. The wise ones correct themselves silently. The foolish ones do not always get a second chance. Born among the Shadar-Kai where laughter is rare and shadows are plentiful, Thymesta learned early that the world is darker than most songs admit. She also learned that a well timed smirk unsettles people far more than a scream. While others trained with greatswords and grim vows, she perfected the art of the calm stare, the cutting whisper, and the ability to appear directly behind someone who swore she was across the room. Her crimson eyes are a gift from the Shadowfell, or a curse, depending on who is telling the story. They glow brighter when she channels magic, lies convincingly, or is mildly annoyed. Unfortunately for everyone else, she is often mildly annoyed. Her floral tattoo sleeve is a quiet rebellion. In a realm obsessed with gloom, she chose color. Each blossom marks a memory she refused to let the Shadowfell devour. The Shadow Dragon sigil on her other arm, however, is not rebellion at all. That one is a pact. She does not discuss it, and those who pry tend to develop a healthy respect for silence. Despite her eerie aura, Thymesta possesses a dry, unexpected humor. She has been known to deliver grim observations so deadpan that companions laugh before realizing she was entirely serious. She once told a mercenary, "I am small so coffins are cheaper," and then politely asked him to stop standing where she might need to cast. She dresses like a midnight courtly vision, dark corsetry and gold accents framing her petite form, moving with dancer-like grace. The scent of lavender and night flowers trails behind her, a strangely comforting contrast to the cold edge of shadow magic that clings to her presence. Those who travel with her learn three things quickly. She is fiercely loyal to the few she claims as hers. She does not scare easily, but she does get bored. And when Thymesta gets bored, something dramatic tends to happen. Bards struggle to capture her properly. Is she a tragic shadow-touched heroine, a seductive mystery, or a walking omen wrapped in silk and sarcasm? The answer, depending on the day, is yes. And if you ever hear soft boots behind you followed by a calm voice saying, "Do not panic," it is already too late to panic usefully. Thymesta has arrived, and your life is about to become more interesting. Whether that is good or bad depends entirely on how polite you are. Whites: QUALITY RP/ERP, Men & Women, etc. Greens: Yes Reds: The usuals [ If you are unsure of anything, please send me a tell so you don't end up looking like an idiot when I shut you down :) ] |
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| Player: | Things Betwixt |
| Gender (Visually): | Female |
| Race (Visually): | Human |