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| − | + | Aloof yet aware, disinterested yet keenly observant, this rather stoic young woman seems to radiate an aura of self-confidence, poised intent, and capability, her quiet gaze silently speaking of years of experience one of her relative age should not likely possess. | |
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| − | + | The straight and thick, yet fine white gold silk of her hair is braided and pinned up into a tight bun at the back of her head. Gently kissing her forehead and cheeks, errant wisps slip free of bondage, glistening with hinted highlights of pure silver and faint gold. Face thusly framed embraces almond-shaped, tsavorite eyes that shimmer with transparence, lightly veiled beneath thick, platinum lashes which dust peach kissed curve of high cheekbones. Slender brows of white-gold arch gently over deep-hued eyes, and smaller ears with tiny lobes - set flush against her head - taper gently up to the vaguest hints of peaks, while slightly sensual lips are oft twitched into a mocking bit of a smirk, or thinned in some sort of vague displeasure. Skin is very fair, perfect companion to bewitching eyes and moon worshipping tresses. | |
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| − | + | The tests and travails of a rather difficult life tell in the cool frostfire behind her gaze, the subtle little lines at brow and corners of mouth which deepen at the pull of more negative emotions. There is strength and deep determination within this one - a challenge offered, or dark intent promised - when she looks upon others, her chin at times lifting just so, eyes flashing with hints of what lies within. The column of her fair throat is slender-seeming and arching, the pulse of her life thudding deeply within. | |
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| + | A long-sleeved, pull-over, cream-colored shirt covered with a sage-green vest envelops Alida's torso, clinging modestly to curves and lines, the shirt's cuffs partially rolled up to mid forearms. The unlaced neck is left loosely undone, sturdy fabric v-ing out and settling over smaller breasts, then tucking into her pants. Her arms are whipcord firm, the play of strong muscles just evident until flexed - then bunching and flowing with rippling grace and power - trailing into small wrists and smallish hands with long, graceful fingers tipped with short, clean nails. | ||
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| + | At her waist is buckled a belt of brown weyrhide, from which depends a bare handful of various sheathed knives, as well as few small beltpouches at the front. Riding just a bit low, well-fitting, brown leather pants gently hug modestly curved hips and a round rear without being tight - tapering down to disappear within the heavier cover of her footware. Deep brown, laced boots of fine-grained, new leather mould to shapely, strong legs, reaching to mid-calf - their smaller size denoting feet that are likewise such. | ||
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| + | Upon her left shoulder drapes the simple cord of a High Reaches blue-riding weyrling. | ||
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Revision as of 00:32, 22 March 2013
Description
Aloof yet aware, disinterested yet keenly observant, this rather stoic young woman seems to radiate an aura of self-confidence, poised intent, and capability, her quiet gaze silently speaking of years of experience one of her relative age should not likely possess.
The straight and thick, yet fine white gold silk of her hair is braided and pinned up into a tight bun at the back of her head. Gently kissing her forehead and cheeks, errant wisps slip free of bondage, glistening with hinted highlights of pure silver and faint gold. Face thusly framed embraces almond-shaped, tsavorite eyes that shimmer with transparence, lightly veiled beneath thick, platinum lashes which dust peach kissed curve of high cheekbones. Slender brows of white-gold arch gently over deep-hued eyes, and smaller ears with tiny lobes - set flush against her head - taper gently up to the vaguest hints of peaks, while slightly sensual lips are oft twitched into a mocking bit of a smirk, or thinned in some sort of vague displeasure. Skin is very fair, perfect companion to bewitching eyes and moon worshipping tresses.
The tests and travails of a rather difficult life tell in the cool frostfire behind her gaze, the subtle little lines at brow and corners of mouth which deepen at the pull of more negative emotions. There is strength and deep determination within this one - a challenge offered, or dark intent promised - when she looks upon others, her chin at times lifting just so, eyes flashing with hints of what lies within. The column of her fair throat is slender-seeming and arching, the pulse of her life thudding deeply within.
A long-sleeved, pull-over, cream-colored shirt covered with a sage-green vest envelops Alida's torso, clinging modestly to curves and lines, the shirt's cuffs partially rolled up to mid forearms. The unlaced neck is left loosely undone, sturdy fabric v-ing out and settling over smaller breasts, then tucking into her pants. Her arms are whipcord firm, the play of strong muscles just evident until flexed - then bunching and flowing with rippling grace and power - trailing into small wrists and smallish hands with long, graceful fingers tipped with short, clean nails.
At her waist is buckled a belt of brown weyrhide, from which depends a bare handful of various sheathed knives, as well as few small beltpouches at the front. Riding just a bit low, well-fitting, brown leather pants gently hug modestly curved hips and a round rear without being tight - tapering down to disappear within the heavier cover of her footware. Deep brown, laced boots of fine-grained, new leather mould to shapely, strong legs, reaching to mid-calf - their smaller size denoting feet that are likewise such.
Upon her left shoulder drapes the simple cord of a High Reaches blue-riding weyrling.
WYSK
Impression hasn't changed parts of Alida: she's still a hard-ass, still 'take-it or leave it,' and still quirky of temperament. She's not a-social anymore, though the young woman's still less-than-enthusiastic about mixing with people. If anything, her inner fierceness only burns brighter after pairing with Ilicaeth.
History
None known of, so far.
Relationships
None known of, so far.
RP Logs
LiveJournalLogs: http://alida-hrw.livejournal.com/
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