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<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Cleav-Color-Small.jpg<br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Color-Mini2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> <br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-30T17:45:27Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Cleav-small.jpg<br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Color-Mini2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> <br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-30T01:16:09Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Cleav-small.jpg<br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Color-Mini.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> <br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-28T21:14:18Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Cleav-small.jpg<br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Min-Min.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> <br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-28T21:12:20Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Cleav-small.jpg<br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony3.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Min-Min.jpg<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Grok%27tar_Feraltusk 2007-01-22T21:30:18Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>Grok'tar Feraltusk isn't your typical orc. Oh, of course, he's a tough sort. Green skin, stands about seven feet, four inches tall, and of course, every inch of green flesh exposed is tough, leathery, and bulging muscle, though the orc appears somewhat limber for one of his race. But the two curling, somewhat thin but not week ram-like horns sprouting from either side of his bald gleaming green skull are perhaps the first hint. Being the shaman of his now 'past' tribe, these can be written off, at first glance, as ornamental, though on further inspection, it is revealed that these horns are quite certainly a part of his skull and not just for show. The second indication that he is not your typical orc can be found along his shoulders and biceps, where, two per arm, somewhat long, claw like spines hover in the air, often fit carefully through notched armor that clamps around his arms and leaves the elbows just slightly exposed. <br /> <br /> The 'third' indication that Grok'tar Feraltusk, chieftain of a fallen tribe that had until recently been lurking somewhat in Myrken Wood, is not your typical orc, would be the two arching, leathery bony curves that come up from his shoulder blades, giving way to the tatters of ripped and now scarred wings, or at least, what used to be wings. Now, the tatters are quite uneven and ragged, bound in bloody bandages wrapped around the destroyed wings most commonly associated with demons. Indeed, Grok'tar is not your typical orc. He is a half orc, and what manner of demon he was bred from is still a mystery as much to Grok'tar as to the clan he once ruled. Any question as to whether or not being a half breed was not kosher for an orcish clan chieftain, however, was quickly silenced at the end of a ball of hellfire, a mighty demon-strong fist, or one of the ends of Grok'tar's mighty weapon, a fearsome cross between a polearm and an axe. <br /> <br /> Grok'tar, or Grok as his 'allies' sometimes call him, is a stern looking fellow. Often glaring even the few times he is not angry, he 'can' be good natured when things are going well, but when things go wrong, so does his mood. His eyes are a bright green in color, only the pupils mind you. His somewhat sharp chin, unusual for many orc breeds, adds to the scrutinizing look his face naturally bears, as well as the somewhat long sea-green goatee that sprouts from it. His ears are somewhat long and slightly sharp, almost 'elvish,' with a simple iron hoop earring at the bottom lobe of each ear. <br /> <br /> When relaxed, Grok'tar can be found wearing simple leather armor, a rather barbaric kilt around his legs and brown, rugged leather that covers his chest and shoulders. His boots, likewise, are brown. Always, though, he wears metal shinguards of some glossy black metal, with 'skull' decorations over his knees, and around his waist sits a heavy belt of the same metal, with the golden emblem of his deceased clan being the center of the belt. It appears to be some sort of symbol for fire. From Grok'tar's neck, even when dressed for battle, hangs a shrunken skull, with a thick iron chain woven through two little holes neatly made in the back of the skull.<br /> <br /> When he is actually armored and dressed for battle, Grok'tar wears a heavy breastplate of that same glossy, thick metal, which bears leather straps along his sides. Likewise, bracers adorn his arms, two bracers for his biceps and two for his forearms, bearing holes for the curious clawlike spines. His elbows are somewhat exposed, but covered in some loose leather for a small measure of protection. Glossy grey plate leggings combine with the shinguards to provide Grok'tar with heavy protection in battles he can prepare for. His choice of helmet is very simple, a clasping metal face plate that comes around the back of his head to snap closed on either side of those long, curving horns. This helmet provides protection from the sides and minimal protecting from the front, though it leaves just a sliver of bare skin over the top of his head. <br /> <br /> Grok'tar is well-trained in battle, as an orc chieftain should be, after all, it is the way of the orc to beat down and keep down those that would compete for one's superior position. Nevertheless, he of course has a favored weapon, of a style not seen very often. A heavy cross between an axe and a polearm, he bears a long staff, approximately six feet long, made of that heavy glossy grey metal. On either end of the staff, facing opposite ways, sit heavy blades of obsidian looking metal, single-blade axe heads with hooked spikes facing the opposite way. This double-axe-staff, as he calls it, is heavily enchanted, and with a battle cry, the weapon, attuned to him, is known to sprout hellfire, glowing green, on the top axehead, and hellfrost, glowing purple, along the bottom blade. That he is a corrupt perversion of shamans and orcs is pretty much unquestionable, but most of the race wasn't pure in the first place.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Groktar.jpg&lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-13T00:02:23Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Cleav-small.jpg<br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony3.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp2.jpg<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-12T18:59:31Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony3.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp2.jpg<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-12T18:59:04Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony3.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> &lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp2.jpg<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-12T18:58:26Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down. Fur covers only her defining feline ears and tail, however, and the rest of her body seems devoid of fur. The tail and ears are striped with purple and dark purple not unlike some exotic breed of tiger.<br /> <br /> Ebony does not possess 'claws' like one might expect of a feline race. Her hands have dainty enough looking fingers, though her fingernails, painted purple to match hair and tail, are somewhat long, and are thick enough that she could claw with them if she wanted to. The fact that these nails tend to be very clean, however, suggests she does not use them often for such. Her hair isn't very long, hanging down just past her shoulders when loose, but she favors putting various forms of gel-like substances in it to 'spike' it.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Hair-Emphasis.jpg<br /> <br /> An ex-assassin, the feline wears two large mithril bracers on her wrists that shine like silver in the light. Half a foot long, there is no clear latches or switches to take the bracers off, and indeed, no one has ever seen Ebony without them on, though she apparently knows how to clean them out. Three slots at the very edge of the bracers suggest these are the weapons Ebony prefers to use, and the faintest discoloring of pink where those slots, and the very tips of enchanted adamantium claws show, support such an idea. Not a fan of jewelry, Ebony does not wear much else that stands out consistently. Still, mysteriously, the feline 'jingles' lightly with each step, and the source of the soft chiming noise is not readily apparent at first glance. <br /> <br /> Being an ex-assassin that prefers seduction and agility over encumbersome armor, Ebony does not often wear much. Usually, a simple sleeveless, button up tunic of light blue (with several of the top buttons ignored) and some rather plain looking, cut off dark brown shorts that end rather high up her thighs keep her decent enough to get by. Occasionally, though, Minerva prefers a black lace-up leather corset that emphasizes the swell of her bosom and with lacing she can play with to tease, that hugs her body and is thick enough to deflect some weaponry, and a dark purple frilly short skirt, though she always wears the shorts beneath this to prevent indecent exposure. <br /> <br /> Born into royalty but exiled for reasons the feline does not often talk about, Ebony is more 'filled out' than her kin. Lips are a glossy dark blue though somewhat small in nature, pouty. Her bosom is anything but small, and one has to wonder, and perhaps to ask, how she can fight with it, as the feline is very well-endowed in both bosom and rear end, and it likely takes more than a tail to steady her when she walks. The hour-glass figure of the feline is not something she herself is naive about, and in fact, as many would assume at a glance, is a pretty heavy factor in her trade. She seems to have some qualm about plying said trade indoors, however. <br /> <br /> Out in the wilderness, Ebony can be found with a pack of no less than five large dire wolves of black fur, a pac of which she seems to be the leader. During the colder seasons, Ebony, along with her other seedy, not so honorable trade, sells furs for the creatures the pack catches, and also uses them to form some bedding and warmth for herself. <br /> <br /> Notably, Ebony is to a minor extent vampiric. While it is not obvious at a glance, what with her fangs already being pronounced with her being feline, there is a small pink five point star on her shoulder next to the neck, the center of which is of course the point where she has been bit. While the feline herself is not a vampire, this pink spreads gradually across her skin and changes the color of her hair if she does not feed in some manner, and the more it spreads, the more bloodthirsty and crazed the feline becomes. It is not clear why she did not simply 'turn' like most kindred when embraced. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp-Por.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony3.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony2.jpg<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Vamp2.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-12T18:35:28Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down.</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-12T18:35:13Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg <br /> Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down.</div>

Blank ?title=Ebony 2007-01-12T18:34:48Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Ebony-Small.jpg Ebony is a curious catwoman. With glossy blue skin and dark purple hair and fur, this catwoman, of a tribe she calls the Keidra, stands at a height of five feet, nine inches tall. Her eyes are emerald blue in color, deep and often shimmering, easy to get lost in and wide. Eyelashes are long, well taken care of, a purple dark enough to be mistaken for black. Eyebrows are thin and defined, simple arches that disappear amongst her bangs when her hair is let down.</div>

Blank ?title=Navi_Yang 2007-01-12T03:27:24Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Navi-Fae2.jpg &lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> Navi Yang in her natural form stands at a full height of no more than a foot and six inches, <br /> including the inch long unicorn like horn that sprouts from her forehead. She is some <br /> manner of fae, and her somewhat taller than normal size might suggest she is of some <br /> royal lineage in the grand scheme of things. Her skin is a glossy dark purple, not <br /> unlike the color of some drow, but reflective of moonlight and particularly harsh <br /> lights from fires and the sun. Unlike some fae, Navi does not 'naturally' glow, but she <br /> appears to when there is enough light around simply due to the reflected rays. She has <br /> long flowing ivory hair that hands down to her knees, straight and often defiant of <br /> gravity, seeming to ripple behind her and sometimes appearing caught in a non-existant <br /> breeze. Curiously, when there 'is' a breeze, her hair remains unaffected. Also unlike <br /> many fae, Navi does not have wings. Instead, she seems to simply 'will' herself to <br /> float where she desires. Some believe that the curious green petals and sarong that <br /> hang from her waist and hover in the air are actually wings, but she will deny it. <br /> <br /> Like most fae, Navi does not wear much, with bright green coral cupping her bosom and <br /> supporting the ethereal, sea green sarong wrapped around her waist. Though this sarong is able to be seen through, it is thick around the waist, where the curious green <br /> tendrils are curled the most, denying what few perverts might be interested in such a <br /> short lass a good look. Around her ankles are somewhat thick looking black metal <br /> anklets, with rings, that looks as much like broken shackles as jewelry without an <br /> extremely close examination. Two of these bands also rest around her wrists securely. <br /> Around her neck is a dull grey iron collar, from which hangs a short chain with another <br /> ring, perhaps a leash of some sort. <br /> <br /> Sprouting from Navi's hair are two large lime green fins, somewhat frilly looking and <br /> nearly as sharp as her horn. Their purpose is a mystery, and they look to be as much <br /> flesh as coral, perhaps serving as her ears. The horn atop her forehead is a perfect <br /> cone, unmarred and unstylish but strong, with a razor sharp point. Her eyes are, likewise, a sea green, with no whites, but instead, a lighter shade of green, and with the center of her eye being a dark purple in color instead of sheer black.<br /> <br /> Often hanging at Navi's waist is a small bone, approximately four and a half inches in <br /> length, that looks to have once served as an exquisite ivory letter opener. A casual <br /> observer would be able to see that Navi occasionally shapes this bone with the caress <br /> of her fingers to shape it and sharpen it.<br /> <br /> ---<br /> <br /> With Navi, often prowling or lurking in the rafters, is a small bobcat approximately <br /> four and a half feet long that she affectionally calls Mr. Yin in a variety of <br /> languages. The feline has a sleek black and grey striped coat, and could easily be <br /> mistaken for another type of cat save for the distinctive tufts at the end of his ears. <br /> The cat is particularly intelligent and attuned to Navi's commands, seeming to respond <br /> to many of the curious melodic commands, and occasionally crude common, that she <br /> issues, and she is occasionally seen riding on Mr. Yin's back.<br /> <br /> --- <br /> <br /> Very rarely, when alone in her chosen water source, Navi will take on a slightly more <br /> elvish form. At a height of five feet, seven inches, Navi's hair remains the same <br /> length, ending at her shoulders, and her ears sharpen, losing the coral in them but <br /> keeping a curious green tint to them. Seashells and coral cover the more <br /> 'controversial' parts of her body, and decorate her ears. The broken shackles give way <br /> to simple red coral bracelets and anklets. In this form, however, Navi is quick to flee <br /> or dive deep underwater if spotted by intruders she does not trust. Due to this form <br /> and the coral, it is believed she was born somewhere deep under the sea, though this is <br /> questionable since she does not seem to 'require' water as much as she prefers it, and <br /> does not prefer either fresh or salt. The bony letteropener she totes around also <br /> becomes much longer, no less than three feet in length. Her horn, on the other hand, <br /> vanishes.<br /> &lt;center&gt;<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Navi-Fae-ElfForm.jpg<br /> &lt;/center&gt;<br /> ---<br /> <br /> In both of her forms, Navi is rather slim, with a decent enough bust, wide hips, and <br /> looks that one might suppose are worth being proud of, but no one 'really' admires 1'6&quot; <br /> tall girls, and her other form is elusive at best.<br /> <br /> -Recently-<br /> <br /> Navi has revealed that she can apparently control fluids, at the very least glass and water, to some degree, though the extent is still a mystery. She also CAN speak common, however it hurts her throat and she refuses to use it extensively unless fascinated by someone.<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Gaz 2006-09-08T10:27:18Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Gaz3-Knight.jpg<br /> <br /> '''Gaz''' is a young woman, human, standing at a height of approximately five feet, ten inches in <br /> height. She looks to be in her lower twenties, though, like any lady, you'll not oft hear <br /> her talk about her name. Gaz has a little bit of weight to her, mostly because she is a <br /> fighter, with corded muscles along her oft exposed belly. Thighs and biceps are both a <br /> little thicker than the normal for a lass, the muscle a little more obvious there, and her <br /> rear end, as well, is rather ample (perfect for being kicked by the enemy, amongst other <br /> things.). Her chest is rather expansive, but Gaz does not seem to notice this fact despite <br /> the armors that she wears, the woman rather ignorant of the leches around her.<br /> <br /> Gaz has eyes of dark brown, and her skin is a light tan in color, sun-baked. Her hair is <br /> short, almost shoulder-length but not quite making it, the faintly insane [[paladin]] having <br /> decided long ago, after a rather soul-scarring failure, that long hair is foolish on a <br /> warrior. Her hair changes color depending on both the light and her mood, and can go <br /> anywhere from bright red, to dark brown. Eyes sometimes turn hazel, but otherwise do not <br /> change color.<br /> <br /> Gaz's armor is rather slight, but she wears normal clothing to both compliment and pad it. A <br /> plate [[mithril]] breastplate hugs her ample bosom and protects her belly from harm, the metal <br /> colored golden in the front, with some minor silvery decoration, [[dwarf|dwarven]] [[runes|runed]], to reinforce <br /> the strength of the armor. Shoulders are edged with the same golden-colored mithril, but the <br /> actual shoulder platers are a dark crimson in color, with bright yellow symbols for what she <br /> simply calls the '[[Storm of Light]]' imbedded in the center. Her breastplate also protects <br /> crotch and some of her rump, coming down in the shape of what can only be called a thong, <br /> however, clothing is worn over this bottom portion, naturally. Around Gaz's forehead is a <br /> mithril circle of dark red, with the Storm of Light's symbol embedded directly in the center <br /> of her forehead. <br /> <br /> Gaz's armor gives off the correct appearance that she is some sort of paladin, however, her <br /> actual clothing makes her appear to be more of a [[mage]], even though she honestly bears no <br /> knowledge of [[magic|magical arts]] beyond mending and protections against [[demon|demons]], viruses, the <br /> [[undead]], and shadows. Her top, a vest that still leaves cleavage exposed when combined with <br /> her armor, is a dark blue silk, that covers her sleeves and compliments the colors of her <br /> armor well. It provides a little more coverage for her bosom that the breastplate doesn't <br /> bother with. The silk, somewhat swashbucklerish looking shirt's sleeves are embroidered in <br /> golden silk, as well as the bottoms of her breasts, with a metal clasp of gold in the center <br /> to hold the piece together. Around her hips, is a flowing skirt of gold and blue. Blue down <br /> the center, front and back, and golden along the sides, shimmering and catching light with <br /> ease. While a skirt may seem restrictive of movement, the silk is entirely to hide her form, <br /> and flows with ease and grace, though she is known to occasionally trip over it when trying <br /> to run. Boots that adorn somewhat large feet are a supple blue leather, studded with that <br /> golden mithril and capped by it. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Gaz4-Mageblade.jpg<br /> <br /> If these other features are not notable, her weaponry, without a doubt, certainly is. Slung <br /> across Gaz's back, hanging from a secure leather sash, is a huge, thick [[greatsword]], named the Purifier, that is nearly as long as she is tall. Edges are sharp, glistening in the faint light from polish, no doubt magically enhanced to a degree. No doubt, because the Storm of Light's runes are cut out of the center of the heavy mithril sword, making it 'somewhat' lighter to carry. <br /> When held in her hands, the sword bursts into a holy flame, which singes the flesh, but only <br /> mildly, unless of course, you happen to be undead or a demon. The pommel of the blade is not <br /> unlike a cutlass, with spikes facing towards her opponent for the occasional underhanded <br /> punch when the blade itself is not in a good position to swing. Gaz loves this weapon, but <br /> her training with it currently is minimal. <br /> <br /> The other weapons to take note of on Gaz's person are a little more curious. From the front <br /> of her sash, near the hips, hang two yoyos made of mithril spin-disks. Carved into them <br /> lovingly are more dwarven runes, though the Storm of Light symbol can be seen amongst them. <br /> The wiring is of ironweb, supple, but extended use will undoubtedly cut into Gaz's fingers. <br /> The yoyos effects are simple, and one can guess by the slots in them that as force is <br /> applied to the spin, blades unfold from within the yoyos, which become more shuriken like, <br /> then as couter force is applied, the blades retract. What one may not guess, is that upon a <br /> heavy concussive blow (which may or may not be enough to stop the blades from exitting), the <br /> yoyos are empowered to give off a small explosion, magical and more to knockback than to <br /> actually do real harm. None of these effects come into play if the yoyos are simply thrown, <br /> charms not working until fingers are in the loops. Because Gaz, formerly an engineer, <br /> understands these weapons the most, she is reluctant to obtain more armor for fear that she <br /> will lose control of her favored weaponry. <br /> <br /> Gaz does not 'seem' to have seen the heat of battle, but that is mostly because she has the <br /> ability to heal herself. Four scars, reminders of her training and her need to be careful, <br /> are born on her hands. Two per hand, just beyond the middle knuckle, from where the blades <br /> of her yoyos have gone clean through the flesh at some point in the past. Hopefully, she has <br /> perfected the art somewhat.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:MIA Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-08T10:26:54Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae-Fin.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:MIA Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-09-08T10:04:39Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur5.jpg &lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> Formerly known as Blank, Cinnamon is a curious feline, having wandered into [[Myrken Wood]] with no apparent history and no knowledge of who she was before becoming a [[were-cat]]. The feline has accepted her nature, the feral touch of being a were embraced and, by her perception, a definite part of whom she is. As such, with her acception, she has the ability to shift back and forth at a time of her choosing approximately twice per day. That is, she can go 'back and forth' between forms twice, and then trying again with exhaust her and give her an intense headache (and also prove unsuccessful until she rests.). Recently, Blank has come into possession of a pirate hat, a tri-corn hat that bears a skull and crossbone symbol in white on its' three sides. The edges of the hat are frilly red. Across her right eye is a black leather eyepatch, the leather kept polished. <br /> <br /> Cinnamon stands at a height of approximately six feet and a half when she is in [[were-cat]] form (which is most of the time.). Her hair in this form is long and curly, cinammon bangs that hang down to the small of her back in what can only be described as a 'mane,' towering over her head no less than half a foot or so. Bangs that hang to her chin often shroud the right side of her face in darkness. Fur adorns certain portions of her form as well, covering her hands, feet, and patterned on her body, where the fur seems to refuse to outright grow over her entire form. Fur can be found on her legs all the way up to the knee, and on her forearms up to the elbow. It also cups her breasts somewhat in a V pattern centered over her belly button, and there is a ring of fur around her hips that connects to her tail. Her tail bears an extra thick tuft of shaggy fur at the very tip. Her back is often hunched over, just slightly, from her natural tendency to creep about. Her skin is a light blue, not unlike a bruise, her lips a dark blue like blueberries (getting her to blush causes her skin to turn this color, too.). Foreclaws are slender, with five long digits much like normal fingers, and a thumb, all bearing purple claws no shorter than three to four inches in length. Her feet, on the other hand, are three-digited claws, the nails thick and wide though ending in razor sharp points. She walks on her toes and the balls of her feet. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred10.jpg <br /> <br /> In her more human form, Cinnamon stands at a height of only five feet and a half. She wears glasses, as most things are very blurry to her without them. Naturally, there is no fur to speak of on her in her human form, and her hair hangs to just past her shoulders, a glossy red that catches the light with easy. Her hair is not curly in human form. She is dark-skinned, the skin bronzed and well-oiled to likewise catch light. Fingers are slender, pianist's hands, and nails, painted purple, are kept trimmed, no longer than an inch long. In human form, Cinnamon still bears pronounced canines, though not to the extent of the fangs she bears in [[were-cat]] form. <br /> <br /> In both forms, Cinnamon is a curvy woman who does not do too much to hide the fact. Ample, supple breasts that bounce lightly with each step, a full, plump rear end that makes a good cushion and helps win dance competitions, wide hips, long legs. Her belly is flat, not chiseled but faintly muscled, and arms have leans muscles to them. She has a small, button-ish nose, and her eyes are faintly slanted, which, in feline form, often makes her seem like she's being sly or coy. <br /> <br /> Cinnamon so far does not wear much. She wears a dark blue leather top, sleeveless, that shows off a scandalous amount of cleavage and cuts off just above the bottom of her breasts, showing off a faint tease of melon below the fabric. Around her hips is a miniskirt with a slit along the side, designed so that it 'covers' somewhat, but does not restrict movement too badly. In cat form, the simple wear is functional, supplemented by fur to keep her decent. However, out of catform, Cinnamon looks like nothing short of a harlot. <br /> <br /> Often strapped to her back is a long staff made of lively green bamboo, capped on each end with three spread cat's claws made of some strange red glossy steel. The bamboo staff is also ringed with bronze rings approximately every three or four inches down the shaft. Cinnamon also wears a leather whip at her side, the leather a supple dark blue in color. Coiled, it is held somewhat by the strap that keeps her skirt intact, and ends in three glossy red claws of mithril not unlike her staff, though currently only minorly enchanted for sharpness and precision. The whip seems to extend for approximately fifteen feet when fully extended, and the claws themselves are a full eight inches in length. <br /> <br /> (For more pictures, please contact Cinnamon through IRC.) <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur7.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred2.jpg <br /> [[Category:Characters]] <br /> [[Category:Dead Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-06T05:37:50Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae-Fin.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-06T05:37:26Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-06T05:37:01Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae4.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-05T22:20:27Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/naviate6.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-05T22:19:45Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae6.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-05T21:49:33Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae5.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-04T23:30:30Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae1.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-03T22:59:08Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae4.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-02T23:17:03Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. When fighting, Naviatae is known to actually openly weep while she dances. Whether it is due to the demonic blood, or due to the fact that the bolts that run throughout her wings pain her immensely is unknown, but she tends to withdraw from most battles if they last for an extensive amount of time, prefering to cut and run. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-02T23:09:35Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> In terms of look and shape, Naviatae is not hard to look upon. Being half daemon and half elf in nature, her features are fair, if a little sharp, eyebrows thin and lashes long, with a slightly pointed chin. Lips are a glossy black in color, broken by two small fangy points that give her a devilishly sly smile, and eyes are somewhat angular. From her earlobes dangle a pair of earrings, mithril in nature, small fans (not sharp mind you). Her form, of course, is easy on the eyes, with a large bust, a flat waist, and a full rear and wide hips, which are necessary, considering the weaponry that dangles from them. There is a long, black spaded tail, leathery and smooth, that extends from the bottom of plated skirt to a length of approximately 4 feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae2.jpg<br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem. While these wings are never actually 'gone,' Naviatae can make them invisible and cause her back to appear smooth, and curl the tail up in her skirt, in order to pass as a drow or ash elf. Spells or detections that pick up on demons, however, will still mark her, and a true seeing spell will reveal the wings.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Naviatae3.jpg<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Navitae_Viosabria 2006-09-02T23:01:29Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>Naviatae Viosabria is a daemonfae, that is, she is a cross between a sun elf and a greater spawn of the nine hells, or daemon, if you prefer. While Naviatae's heritage is questionable, her status as a half-breed is unquestionable, with long, slender pointed ears and the most blatant mark of a demonspawn, large leathery wings. She stands at a height of six feet, five inches, a tall lass, and being half-demon blooded, she is slightly more filled out than most elves. Her waist-line and frame are still smaller than a barbarian human's might be at her height, but muscles are lean, well-toned, and no doubt strengthened by the dark blood that runs through them. She often is mistaken for a sickly pale dark elf, as her skin is the color of ash, and her hair a bleached, pure ivory in color. Her eyes are a piercing, somewhat unnaturally vibrant yellow in color, bright and reflective of light, not unlike predatory animals.<br /> <br /> Naviatae bears a few features which change depending on her whims. The length and style of her hair make an excellent example. Usually, though, she wears her hair with shoulder length bangs on either side of her face, with the rest tied back in two buns and ponytails that hang down behind her all the way to her rear end. With thick leathery skin, though it looks supple and smooth, Naviatae tends to favor light armor or no armor at all, particularly due to the curious wings sprouting from the small of her back, and the fighting style she prefers to use. Her favored armor is a plate breastplate that fully covers her ample bosom (though black, gold, and white colors highlight the curves, with black coloring the bottoms of her breasts.), as well as her shoulders and upper arms. Underneath the somewhat imperial looking plate is worn a simple black swashbuckler shirt, with golden trim. Her belly and lower back are left bare, and a plate 'skirt' decorates her hips, rear, and front, to protect essentials and hold her weaponry. <br /> <br /> Naviatae has four leathery wings that sprout from the small of her back. They are somewhat small, but can carry her into the air effectively. Four bones arch from the very center of her lower back, approximately five inches above her rump, sticking out roughly in the shape of an X, from which unfold the four black wings, not unlike fans. These wings are approximately three feet long, and have a bony frame to keep them rigid when extended. Most notable about the four wings, however, is that along the edge of these wings are glossy black blades of some sort of black metal, bolted, no doubt painfully, into the very edges of her wings. These black blades outline the entire top (or bottom, for the bottom two wings) of her wings, and are effectively battle fans when fully extended, as the wings are somewhat durable save for a direct attack to the stem.<br /> <br /> Naviatae herself carries two black fans at her side, oriental looking fans. The two at her side slightly shorter than the wing fans, hanging down either side of her hips at a length of two feet, and likely a width of four when fully extended. Unlike the wingblades, the blades in the normal fans bear inverted arches at the tips, for catching weaponry or tearing at skin and bone, rather than simply slicing. <br /> <br /> Other than these, Naviatae does not carry any other weaponry on her unless you count the small fangs she bears. She calls herself a spelldancer, used to twisting and whirling with the fans to attack most enemies, but, like any demon, having a small arsenal of spells, mostly clerical, to back her up when things get too hot. She does have one other important characteristic, though.<br /> <br /> When Naviatae wishes, she can turn into a hand and a half blade once per day (and revert back in the same day). In this form, Naviatae is useless without a wielder, naturally, but has several spells and abilities that become avaiable to the wielder when she is picked up. Anyone she does not deem worthy of wielding her, however, will find their life force siphoned, not unlike a vampire, at a slowly building rate that initially feels like heartburn but escalates into the pain of a heart attack. As a blade, Naviate, also known as the Painbringer, is a double-edged bastard sword, one side long and smooth, mady for cutting, ending in a sharp point for stabbing. The other side of the blade bears a faint, angular hook at the end for catching, and rows of teeth along the blade for sawing or hacking at enemies. The blade itself is the color of ash, though it shines with unnatural polish. The crosspiece is set around a large circular topaz with a black iris, unquestionably Navi's eye, from which two six inch long fans protrude, sharp and made as much for defense as surprise attacks with the pommel. The handle itself bears the black, white, and golden coloring of Naviatae's normal armor. <br /> <br /> In blade form, Naviatae can communicate with some mind speech and mental projection, but can not communicate aloud or cast her own spells. Also, though the blade is heavily durable, nicking or wounding it with heavily echanted weapons or holy spells will affect Naviatae as wounds, which show as chips or cracks in the blade. If it is cracked or chipped enough, Naviatae will be forced to revert and flee, or commune such needs to the wielder, at risk of death.</div>

Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-08-22T03:45:10Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur5.jpg &lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> Formerly known as Blank, Cinnamon is a curious feline, having wandered into [[Myrken Wood]] with no apparent history and no knowledge of who she was before becoming a [[were-cat]]. The feline has accepted her nature, the feral touch of being a were embraced and, by her perception, a definite part of whom she is. As such, with her acception, she has the ability to shift back and forth at a time of her choosing approximately twice per day. That is, she can go 'back and forth' between forms twice, and then trying again with exhaust her and give her an intense headache (and also prove unsuccessful until she rests.). Recently, Blank has come into possession of a pirate hat, a tri-corn hat that bears a skull and crossbone symbol in white on its' three sides. The edges of the hat are frilly red. Across her right eye is a black leather eyepatch, the leather kept polished. <br /> <br /> Cinnamon stands at a height of approximately six feet and a half when she is in [[were-cat]] form (which is most of the time.). Her hair in this form is long and curly, cinammon bangs that hang down to the small of her back in what can only be described as a 'mane,' towering over her head no less than half a foot or so. Bangs that hang to her chin often shroud the right side of her face in darkness. Fur adorns certain portions of her form as well, covering her hands, feet, and patterned on her body, where the fur seems to refuse to outright grow over her entire form. Fur can be found on her legs all the way up to the knee, and on her forearms up to the elbow. It also cups her breasts somewhat in a V pattern centered over her belly button, and there is a ring of fur around her hips that connects to her tail. Her tail bears an extra thick tuft of shaggy fur at the very tip. Her back is often hunched over, just slightly, from her natural tendency to creep about. Her skin is a light blue, not unlike a bruise, her lips a dark blue like blueberries (getting her to blush causes her skin to turn this color, too.). Foreclaws are slender, with five long digits much like normal fingers, and a thumb, all bearing purple claws no shorter than three to four inches in length. Her feet, on the other hand, are three-digited claws, the nails thick and wide though ending in razor sharp points. She walks on her toes and the balls of her feet. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred10.jpg <br /> <br /> In her more human form, Cinnamon stands at a height of only five feet and a half. She wears glasses, as most things are very blurry to her without them. Naturally, there is no fur to speak of on her in her human form, and her hair hangs to just past her shoulders, a glossy red that catches the light with easy. Her hair is not curly in human form. She is dark-skinned, the skin bronzed and well-oiled to likewise catch light. Fingers are slender, pianist's hands, and nails, painted purple, are kept trimmed, no longer than an inch long. In human form, Cinnamon still bears pronounced canines, though not to the extent of the fangs she bears in [[were-cat]] form. <br /> <br /> In both forms, Cinnamon is a curvy woman who does not do too much to hide the fact. Ample, supple breasts that bounce lightly with each step, a full, plump rear end that makes a good cushion and helps win dance competitions, wide hips, long legs. Her belly is flat, not chiseled but faintly muscled, and arms have leans muscles to them. She has a small, button-ish nose, and her eyes are faintly slanted, which, in feline form, often makes her seem like she's being sly or coy. <br /> <br /> Cinnamon so far does not wear much. She wears a dark blue leather top, sleeveless, that shows off a scandalous amount of cleavage and cuts off just above the bottom of her breasts, showing off a faint tease of melon below the fabric. Around her hips is a miniskirt with a slit along the side, designed so that it 'covers' somewhat, but does not restrict movement too badly. In cat form, the simple wear is functional, supplemented by fur to keep her decent. However, out of catform, Cinnamon looks like nothing short of a harlot. <br /> <br /> Often strapped to her back is a long staff made of lively green bamboo, capped on each end with three spread cat's claws made of some strange red glossy steel. The bamboo staff is also ringed with bronze rings approximately every three or four inches down the shaft. Cinnamon also wears a leather whip at her side, the leather a supple dark blue in color. Coiled, it is held somewhat by the strap that keeps her skirt intact, and ends in three glossy red claws of mithril not unlike her staff, though currently only minorly enchanted for sharpness and precision. The whip seems to extend for approximately fifteen feet when fully extended, and the claws themselves are a full eight inches in length. <br /> <br /> (For more pictures, please contact Cinnamon through IRC.) <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur7.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred2.jpg <br /> [[Category:Characters]] <br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Gaz 2006-08-15T21:16:14Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Gaz3-Knight.jpg<br /> <br /> Gaz is a young woman, human, standing at a height of approximately five feet, ten inches in <br /> height. She looks to be in her lower twenties, though, like any lady, you'll not oft hear <br /> her talk about her name. Gaz has a little bit of weight to her, mostly because she is a <br /> fighter, with corded muscles along her oft exposed belly. Thighs and biceps are both a <br /> little thicker than the normal for a lass, the muscle a little more obvious there, and her <br /> rear end, as well, is rather ample (perfect for being kicked by the enemy, amongst other <br /> things.). Her chest is rather expansive, but Gaz does not seem to notice this fact despite <br /> the armors that she wears, the woman rather ignorant of the leches around her.<br /> <br /> Gaz has eyes of dark brown, and her skin is a light tan in color, sun-baked. Her hair is <br /> short, almost shoulder-length but not quite making it, the faintly insane [[paladin]] having <br /> decided long ago, after a rather soul-scarring failure, that long hair is foolish on a <br /> warrior. Her hair changes color depending on both the light and her mood, and can go <br /> anywhere from bright red, to dark brown. Eyes sometimes turn hazel, but otherwise do not <br /> change color.<br /> <br /> Gaz's armor is rather slight, but she wears normal clothing to both compliment and pad it. A <br /> plate [[mithril]] breastplate hugs her ample bosom and protects her belly from harm, the metal <br /> colored golden in the front, with some minor silvery decoration, dwarven [[runes|runed]], to reinforce <br /> the strength of the armor. Shoulders are edged with the same golden-colored mithril, but the <br /> actual shoulder platers are a dark crimson in color, with bright yellow symbols for what she <br /> simply calls the '[[Storm of Light]]' imbedded in the center. Her breastplate also protects <br /> crotch and some of her rump, coming down in the shape of what can only be called a thong, <br /> however, clothing is worn over this bottom portion, naturally. Around Gaz's forehead is a <br /> mithril circle of dark red, with the Storm of Light's symbol embedded directly in the center <br /> of her forehead. <br /> <br /> Gaz's armor gives off the correct appearance that she is some sort of paladin, however, her <br /> actual clothing makes her appear to be more of a [[mage]], even though she honestly bears no <br /> knowledge of [[magic|magical arts]] beyond mending and protections against [[demon|demons]], viruses, the <br /> [[undead]], and shadows. Her top, a vest that still leaves cleavage exposed when combined with <br /> her armor, is a dark blue silk, that covers her sleeves and compliments the colors of her <br /> armor well. It provides a little more coverage for her bosom that the breastplate doesn't <br /> bother with. The silk, somewhat swashbucklerish looking shirt's sleeves are embroidered in <br /> golden silk, as well as the bottoms of her breasts, with a metal clasp of gold in the center <br /> to hold the piece together. Around her hips, is a flowing skirt of gold and blue. Blue down <br /> the center, front and back, and golden along the sides, shimmering and catching light with <br /> ease. While a skirt may seem restrictive of movement, the silk is entirely to hide her form, <br /> and flows with ease and grace, though she is known to occasionally trip over it when trying <br /> to run. Boots that adorn somewhat large feet are a supple blue leather, studded with that <br /> golden mithril and capped by it. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Gaz4-Mageblade.jpg<br /> <br /> If these other features are not notable, her weaponry, without a doubt, certainly is. Slung <br /> across Gaz's back, hanging from a secure leather sash, is a huge, thick [[greatsword]], named the Purifier, that is nearly as long as she is tall. Edges are sharp, glistening in the faint light from polish, no doubt magically enhanced to a degree. No doubt, because the Storm of Light's runes are cut out of the center of the heavy mithril sword, making it 'somewhat' lighter to carry. <br /> When held in her hands, the sword bursts into a holy flame, which singes the flesh, but only <br /> mildly, unless of course, you happen to be undead or a demon. The pommel of the blade is not <br /> unlike a cutlass, with spikes facing towards her opponent for the occasional underhanded <br /> punch when the blade itself is not in a good position to swing. Gaz loves this weapon, but <br /> her training with it currently is minimal. <br /> <br /> The other weapons to take note of on Gaz's person are a little more curious. From the front <br /> of her sash, near the hips, hang two yoyos made of mithril spin-disks. Carved into them <br /> lovingly are more dwarven runes, though the Storm of Light symbol can be seen amongst them. <br /> The wiring is of ironweb, supple, but extended use will undoubtedly cut into Gaz's fingers. <br /> The yoyos effects are simple, and one can guess by the slots in them that as force is <br /> applied to the spin, blades unfold from within the yoyos, which become more shuriken like, <br /> then as couter force is applied, the blades retract. What one may not guess, is that upon a <br /> heavy concussive blow (which may or may not be enough to stop the blades from exitting), the <br /> yoyos are empowered to give off a small explosion, magical and more to knockback than to <br /> actually do real harm. None of these effects come into play if the yoyos are simply thrown, <br /> charms not working until fingers are in the loops. Because Gaz, formerly an engineer, <br /> understands these weapons the most, she is reluctant to obtain more armor for fear that she <br /> will lose control of her favored weaponry. <br /> <br /> Gaz does not 'seem' to have seen the heat of battle, but that is mostly because she has the <br /> ability to heal herself. Four scars, reminders of her training and her need to be careful, <br /> are born on her hands. Two per hand, just beyond the middle knuckle, from where the blades <br /> of her yoyos have gone clean through the flesh at some point in the past. Hopefully, she has <br /> perfected the art somewhat.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Gaz 2006-08-15T18:35:46Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Gaz3-Knight.jpg<br /> <br /> Gaz is a young woman, human, standing at a height of approximately five feet, ten inches in <br /> height. She looks to be in her lower twenties, though, like any lady, you'll not oft hear <br /> her talk about her name. Gaz has a little bit of weight to her, mostly because she is a <br /> fighter, with corded muscles along her oft exposed belly. Thighs and biceps are both a <br /> little thicker than the normal for a lass, the muscle a little more obvious there, and her <br /> rear end, as well, is rather ample (perfect for being kicked by the enemy, amongst other <br /> things.). Her chest is rather expansive, but Gaz does not seem to notice this fact despite <br /> the armors that she wears, the woman rather ignorant of the leches around her.<br /> <br /> Gaz has eyes of dark brown, and her skin is a light tan in color, sun-baked. Her hair is <br /> short, almost shoulder-length but not quite making it, the faintly insane paladin having <br /> decided long ago, after a rather soul-scarring failure, that long hair is foolish on a <br /> warrior. Her hair changes color depending on both the light and her mood, and can go <br /> anywhere from bright red, to dark brown. Eyes sometimes turn hazel, but otherwise do not <br /> change color.<br /> <br /> Gaz's armor is rather slight, but she wears normal clothing to both compliment and pad it. A <br /> plate mithril breastplate hugs her ample bosom and protects her belly from harm, the metal <br /> colored golden in the front, with some minor silvery decoration, dwarven runed, to reinforce <br /> the strength of the armor. Shoulders are edged with the same golden-colored mithril, but the <br /> actual shoulder platers are a dark crimson in color, with bright yellow symbols for what she <br /> simply calls the 'Storm of Light' imbedded in the center. Her breastplate also protects <br /> crotch and some of her rump, coming down in the shape of what can only be called a thong, <br /> however, clothing is worn over this bottom portion, naturally. Around Gaz's forehead is a <br /> mithril circle of dark red, with the Storm of Light's symbol embedded directly in the center <br /> of her forehead. <br /> <br /> Gaz's armor gives off the correct appearance that she is some sort of paladin, however, her <br /> actual clothing makes her appear to be more of a mage, even though she honestly bears no <br /> knowledge of magical arts beyond mending and protections against demons, viruses, the <br /> undead, and shadows. Her top, a vest that still leaves cleavage exposed when combined with <br /> her armor, is a dark blue silk, that covers her sleeves and compliments the colors of her <br /> armor well. It provides a little more coverage for her bosom that the breastplate doesn't <br /> bother with. The silk, somewhat swashbucklerish looking shirt's sleeves are embroidered in <br /> golden silk, as well as the bottoms of her breasts, with a metal clasp of gold in the center <br /> to hold the piece together. Around her hips, is a flowing skirt of gold and blue. Blue down <br /> the center, front and back, and golden along the sides, shimmering and catching light with <br /> ease. While a skirt may seem restrictive of movement, the silk is entirely to hide her form, <br /> and flows with ease and grace, though she is known to occasionally trip over it when trying <br /> to run. Boots that adorn somewhat large feet are a supple blue leather, studded with that <br /> golden mithril and capped by it. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Gaz4-Mageblade.jpg<br /> <br /> If these other features are not notable, her weaponry, without a doubt, certainly is. Slung <br /> across Gaz's back, hanging from a secure leather sash, is a huge, thick greatsword that is <br /> nearly as long as she is tall. Edges are sharp, glistening in the faint light from polish, <br /> no doubt magically enhanced to a degree. No doubt, because the Storm of Light's runes are <br /> cut out of the center of the heavy mithril sword, making it 'somewhat' lighter to carry. <br /> When held in her hands, the sword bursts into a holy flame, which singes the flesh, but only <br /> mildly, unless of course, you happen to be undead or a demon. The pommel of the blade is not <br /> unlike a cutlass, with spikes facing towards her opponent for the occasional underhanded <br /> punch when the blade itself is not in a good position to swing. Gaz loves this weapon, but <br /> her training with it currently is minimal. <br /> <br /> The other weapons to take note of on Gaz's person are a little more curious. From the front <br /> of her sash, near the hips, hang two yoyos made of mithril spin-disks. Carved into them <br /> lovingly are more dwarven runes, though the Storm of Light symbol can be seen amongst them. <br /> The wiring is of ironweb, supple, but extended use will undoubtedly cut into Gaz's fingers. <br /> The yoyos effects are simple, and one can guess by the slots in them that as force is <br /> applied to the spin, blades unfold from within the yoyos, which become more shuriken like, <br /> then as couter force is applied, the blades retract. What one may not guess, is that upon a <br /> heavy concussive blow (which may or may not be enough to stop the blades from exitting), the <br /> yoyos are empowered to give off a small explosion, magical and more to knockback than to <br /> actually do real harm. None of these effects come into play if the yoyos are simply thrown, <br /> charms not working until fingers are in the loops. Because Gaz, formerly an engineer, <br /> understands these weapons the most, she is reluctant to obtain more armor for fear that she <br /> will lose control of her favored weaponry. <br /> <br /> Gaz does not 'seem' to have seen the heat of battle, but that is mostly because she has the <br /> ability to heal herself. Four scars, reminders of her training and her need to be careful, <br /> are born on her hands. Two per hand, just beyond the middle knuckle, from where the blades <br /> of her yoyos have gone clean through the flesh at some point in the past. Hopefully, she has <br /> perfected the art somewhat.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Gaz 2006-08-15T18:35:06Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Gaz3-Knight.jpg<br /> <br /> Gaz is a young woman, human, standing at a height of approximately five feet, ten inches in <br /> height. She looks to be in her lower twenties, though, like any lady, you'll not oft hear <br /> her talk about her name. Gaz has a little bit of weight to her, mostly because she is a <br /> fighter, with corded muscles along her oft exposed belly. Thighs and biceps are both a <br /> little thicker than the normal for a lass, the muscle a little more obvious there, and her <br /> rear end, as well, is rather ample (perfect for being kicked by the enemy, amongst other <br /> things.). Her chest is rather expansive, but Gaz does not seem to notice this fact despite <br /> the armors that she wears, the woman rather ignorant of the leches around her.<br /> <br /> Gaz has eyes of dark brown, and her skin is a light tan in color, sun-baked. Her hair is <br /> short, almost shoulder-length but not quite making it, the faintly insane paladin having <br /> decided long ago, after a rather soul-scarring failure, that long hair is foolish on a <br /> warrior. Her hair changes color depending on both the light and her mood, and can go <br /> anywhere from bright red, to dark brown. Eyes sometimes turn hazel, but otherwise do not <br /> change color.<br /> <br /> Gaz's armor is rather slight, but she wears normal clothing to both compliment and pad it. A <br /> plate mithril breastplate hugs her ample bosom and protects her belly from harm, the metal <br /> colored golden in the front, with some minor silvery decoration, dwarven runed, to reinforce <br /> the strength of the armor. Shoulders are edged with the same golden-colored mithril, but the <br /> actual shoulder platers are a dark crimson in color, with bright yellow symbols for what she <br /> simply calls the 'Storm of Light' imbedded in the center. Her breastplate also protects <br /> crotch and some of her rump, coming down in the shape of what can only be called a thong, <br /> however, clothing is worn over this bottom portion, naturally. Around Gaz's forehead is a <br /> mithril circle of dark red, with the Storm of Light's symbol embedded directly in the center <br /> of her forehead. <br /> <br /> Gaz's armor gives off the correct appearance that she is some sort of paladin, however, her <br /> actual clothing makes her appear to be more of a mage, even though she honestly bears no <br /> knowledge of magical arts beyond mending and protections against demons, viruses, the <br /> undead, and shadows. Her top, a vest that still leaves cleavage exposed when combined with <br /> her armor, is a dark blue silk, that covers her sleeves and compliments the colors of her <br /> armor well. It provides a little more coverage for her bosom that the breastplate doesn't <br /> bother with. The silk, somewhat swashbucklerish looking shirt's sleeves are embroidered in <br /> golden silk, as well as the bottoms of her breasts, with a metal clasp of gold in the center <br /> to hold the piece together. Around her hips, is a flowing skirt of gold and blue. Blue down <br /> the center, front and back, and golden along the sides, shimmering and catching light with <br /> ease. While a skirt may seem restrictive of movement, the silk is entirely to hide her form, <br /> and flows with ease and grace, though she is known to occasionally trip over it when trying <br /> to run. Boots that adorn somewhat large feet are a supple blue leather, studded with that <br /> golden mithril and capped by it. <br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Gaz4-Mageblade.jpg<br /> <br /> If these other features are not notable, her weaponry, without a doubt, certainly is. Slung <br /> across Gaz's back, hanging from a secure leather sash, is a huge, thick greatsword that is <br /> nearly as long as she is tall. Edges are sharp, glistening in the faint light from polish, <br /> no doubt magically enhanced to a degree. No doubt, because the Storm of Light's runes are <br /> cut out of the center of the heavy mithril sword, making it 'somewhat' lighter to carry. <br /> When held in her hands, the sword bursts into a holy flame, which singes the flesh, but only <br /> mildly, unless of course, you happen to be undead or a demon. The pommel of the blade is not <br /> unlike a cutlass, with spikes facing towards her opponent for the occasional underhanded <br /> punch when the blade itself is not in a good position to swing. Gaz loves this weapon, but <br /> her training with it currently is minimal. <br /> <br /> The other weapons to take note of on Gaz's person are a little more curious. From the front <br /> of her sash, near the hips, hang two yoyos made of mithril spin-disks. Carved into them <br /> lovingly are more dwarven runes, though the Storm of Light symbol can be seen amongst them. <br /> The wiring is of ironweb, supple, but extended use will undoubtedly cut into Gaz's fingers. <br /> The yoyos effects are simple, and one can guess by the slots in them that as force is <br /> applied to the spin, blades unfold from within the yoyos, which become more shuriken like, <br /> then as couter force is applied, the blades retract. What one may not guess, is that upon a <br /> heavy concussive blow (which may or may not be enough to stop the blades from exitting), the <br /> yoyos are empowered to give off a small explosion, magical and more to knockback than to <br /> actually do real harm. None of these effects come into play if the yoyos are simply thrown, <br /> charms not working until fingers are in the loops. Because Gaz, formerly an engineer, <br /> understands these weapons the most, she is reluctant to obtain more armor for fear that she <br /> will lose control of her favored weaponry. <br /> <br /> Gaz does not 'seem' to have seen the heat of battle, but that is mostly because she has the <br /> ability to heal herself. Four scars, reminders of her training and her need to be careful, <br /> are born on her hands. Two per hand, just beyond the middle knuckle, from where the blades <br /> of her yoyos have gone clean through the flesh at some point in the past. Hopefully, she has <br /> perfected the art somewhat.</div>

Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-08-13T08:20:07Z

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Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-06-29T05:44:37Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur5.jpg<br /> <br /> Formerly known as Blank, Cinnamon is a curious feline, having wandered into [[Myrken Wood]] with no apparent history and no knowledge of who she was before becoming a [[were-cat]]. The feline has accepted her nature, the feral touch of being a were embraced and, by her perception, a definite part of whom she is. As such, with her acception, she has the ability to shift back and forth at a time of her choosing approximately twice per day. That is, she can go 'back and forth' between forms twice, and then trying again with exhaust her and give her an intense headache (and also prove unsuccessful until she rests.). <br /> <br /> Cinnamon stands at a height of approximately six feet and a half when she is in [[were-cat]] form (which is most of the time.). Her hair in this form is long and curly, cinammon bangs that hang down to the small of her back in what can only be described as a 'mane,' towering over her head no less than half a foot or so. Bangs that hang to her chin often shroud the right side of her face in darkness. Fur adorns certain portions of her form as well, covering her hands, feet, and patterned on her body, where the fur seems to refuse to outright grow over her entire form. Fur can be found on her legs all the way up to the knee, and on her forearms up to the elbow. It also cups her breasts somewhat in a V pattern centered over her belly button, and there is a ring of fur around her hips that connects to her tail. Her tail bears an extra thick tuft of shaggy fur at the very tip. Her back is often hunched over, just slightly, from her natural tendency to creep about. Her skin is a light blue, not unlike a bruise, her lips a dark blue like blueberries (getting her to blush causes her skin to turn this color, too.). Foreclaws are slender, with five long digits much like normal fingers, and a thumb, all bearing purple claws no shorter than three to four inches in length. Her feet, on the other hand, are three-digited claws, the nails thick and wide though ending in razor sharp points. She walks on her toes and the balls of her feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred10.jpg<br /> <br /> In her more human form, Cinnamon stands at a height of only five feet and a half. She wears glasses, as most things are very blurry to her without them. Naturally, there is no fur to speak of on her in her human form, and her hair hangs to just past her shoulders, a glossy red that catches the light with easy. Her hair is not curly in human form. She is dark-skinned, the skin bronzed and well-oiled to likewise catch light. Fingers are slender, pianist's hands, and nails, painted purple, are kept trimmed, no longer than an inch long. In human form, Cinnamon still bears pronounced canines, though not to the extent of the fangs she bears in [[were-cat]] form. <br /> <br /> In both forms, Cinnamon is a curvy woman who does not do too much to hide the fact. Ample, supple breasts that bounce lightly with each step, a full, plump rear end that makes a good cushion and helps win dance competitions, wide hips, long legs. Her belly is flat, not chiseled but faintly muscled, and arms have leans muscles to them. She has a small, button-ish nose, and her eyes are faintly slanted, which, in feline form, often makes her seem like she's being sly or coy.<br /> <br /> Cinnamon so far does not wear much. She wears a dark blue leather top, sleeveless, that shows off a scandalous amount of cleavage and cuts off just above the bottom of her breasts, showing off a faint tease of melon below the fabric. Around her hips is a miniskirt with a slit along the side, designed so that it 'covers' somewhat, but does not restrict movement too badly. In cat form, the simple wear is functional, supplemented by fur to keep her decent. However, out of catform, Cinnamon looks like nothing short of a harlot. <br /> <br /> Often strapped to her back is a long staff made of lively green bamboo, capped on each end with three spread cat's claws made of some strange red glossy steel. The bamboo staff is also ringed with bronze rings approximately every three or four inches down the shaft. Cinnamon also wears a leather whip at her side, the leather a supple dark blue in color. Coiled, it is held somewhat by the strap that keeps her skirt intact, and ends in three glossy red claws of mithril not unlike her staff, though currently only minorly enchanted for sharpness and precision. The whip seems to extend for approximately fifteen feet when fully extended, and the claws themselves are a full eight inches in length.<br /> <br /> (For more pictures, please contact Cinnamon through IRC.)<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur7.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred2.jpg<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-06-16T14:38:20Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur5.jpg<br /> <br /> Formerly known as Blank, Cinnamon is a curious feline, having wandered into [[Myrken Wood]] with no apparent history and no knowledge of who she was before becoming a [[were-cat]]. The feline has accepted her nature, the feral touch of being a were embraced and, by her perception, a definite part of whom she is. As such, with her acception, she has the ability to shift back and forth at a time of her choosing approximately twice per day. That is, she can go 'back and forth' between forms twice, and then trying again with exhaust her and give her an intense headache (and also prove unsuccessful until she rests.). <br /> <br /> Cinnamon stands at a height of approximately six feet and a half when she is in [[were-cat]] form (which is most of the time.). Her hair in this form is long and curly, cinammon bangs that hang down to the small of her back in what can only be described as a 'mane,' towering over her head no less than half a foot or so. Bangs that hang to her chin often shroud the right side of her face in darkness. Fur adorns certain portions of her form as well, covering her hands, feet, and patterned on her body, where the fur seems to refuse to outright grow over her entire form. Fur can be found on her legs all the way up to the knee, and on her forearms up to the elbow. It also cups her breasts somewhat in a V pattern centered over her belly button, and there is a ring of fur around her hips that connects to her tail. Her tail bears an extra thick tuft of shaggy fur at the very tip. Her back is often hunched over, just slightly, from her natural tendency to creep about. Her skin is a light blue, not unlike a bruise, her lips a dark blue like blueberries (getting her to blush causes her skin to turn this color, too.). Foreclaws are slender, with five long digits much like normal fingers, and a thumb, all bearing purple claws no shorter than three to four inches in length. Her feet, on the other hand, are three-digited claws, the nails thick and wide though ending in razor sharp points. She walks on her toes and the balls of her feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred10.jpg<br /> <br /> In her more human form, Cinnamon stands at a height of only five feet and a half. She wears glasses, as most things are very blurry to her without them. Naturally, there is no fur to speak of on her in her human form, and her hair hangs to just past her shoulders, a glossy red that catches the light with easy. Her hair is not curly in human form. She is dark-skinned, the skin bronzed and well-oiled to likewise catch light. Fingers are slender, pianist's hands, and nails, painted purple, are kept trimmed, no longer than an inch long. In human form, Cinnamon still bears pronounced canines, though not to the extent of the fangs she bears in [[were-cat]] form. <br /> <br /> In both forms, Cinnamon is a curvy woman who does not do too much to hide the fact. Ample, supple breasts that bounce lightly with each step, a full, plump rear end that makes a good cushion and helps win dance competitions, wide hips, long legs. Her belly is flat, not chiseled but faintly muscled, and arms have leans muscles to them. She has a small, button-ish nose, and her eyes are faintly slanted, which, in feline form, often makes her seem like she's being sly or coy.<br /> <br /> Cinnamon so far does not wear much. She wears a dark blue leather top, sleeveless, that shows off a scandalous amount of cleavage and cuts off just above the bottom of her breasts, showing off a faint tease of melon below the fabric. Around her hips is a miniskirt with a slit along the side, designed so that it 'covers' somewhat, but does not restrict movement too badly. In cat form, the simple wear is functional, supplemented by fur to keep her decent. However, out of catform, Cinnamon looks like nothing short of a harlot. <br /> <br /> Often strapped to her back is a long staff made of lively green bamboo, capped on each end with three spread cat's claws made of some strange red glossy steel. The bamboo staff is also ringed with bronze rings approximately every three or four inches down the shaft.<br /> <br /> (For more pictures, please contact Cinnamon through IRC.)<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur7.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred2.jpg<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-06-16T03:37:06Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur5.jpg<br /> <br /> Blank is a curious feline, having wandered into [[Myrken Wood]] with no apparent history and no knowledge of who she was before becoming a [[were-cat]]. The feline has accepted her nature, the feral touch of being a were embraced and, by her perception, a definite part of whom she is. As such, with her acception, she has the ability to shift back and forth at a time of her choosing approximately twice per day. That is, she can go 'back and forth' between forms twice, and then trying again with exhaust her and give her an intense headache (and also prove unsuccessful until she rests.). <br /> <br /> Blank stands at a height of approximately six feet and a half when she is in [[were-cat]] form (which is most of the time.). Her hair in this form is long and curly, cinammon bangs that hang down to the small of her back in what can only be described as a 'mane,' towering over her head no less than half a foot or so. Bangs that hang to her chin often shroud the right side of her face in darkness. Fur adorns certain portions of her form as well, covering her hands, feet, and patterned on her body, where the fur seems to refuse to outright grow over her entire form. Fur can be found on her legs all the way up to the knee, and on her forearms up to the elbow. It also cups her breasts somewhat in a V pattern centered over her belly button, and there is a ring of fur around her hips that connects to her tail. Her tail bears an extra thick tuft of shaggy fur at the very tip. Her back is often hunched over, just slightly, from her natural tendency to creep about. Her skin is a light blue, not unlike a bruise, her lips a dark blue like blueberries (getting her to blush causes her skin to turn this color, too.). Foreclaws are slender, with five long digits much like normal fingers, and a thumb, all bearing purple claws no shorter than three to four inches in length. Her feet, on the other hand, are three-digited claws, the nails thick and wide though ending in razor sharp points. She walks on her toes and the balls of her feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred10.jpg<br /> <br /> In her more human form, Blank stands at a height of only five feet and a half. She wears glasses, as most things are very blurry to her without them. Naturally, there is no fur to speak of on her in her human form, and her hair hangs to just past her shoulders, a glossy red that catches the light with easy. Her hair is not curly in human form. She is dark-skinned, the skin bronzed and well-oiled to likewise catch light. Fingers are slender, pianist's hands, and nails, painted purple, are kept trimmed, no longer than an inch long. In human form, Blank still bears pronounced canines, though not to the extent of the fangs she bears in [[were-cat]] form. <br /> <br /> In both forms, Blank is a curvy woman who does not do too much to hide the fact. Ample, supple breasts that bounce lightly with each step, a full, plump rear end that makes a good cushion and helps win dance competitions, wide hips, long legs. Her belly is flat, not chiseled but faintly muscled, and arms have leans muscles to them. She has a small, button-ish nose, and her eyes are faintly slanted, which, in feline form, often makes her seem like she's being sly or coy.<br /> <br /> Blank so far does not wear much. She wears a dark blue leather top, sleeveless, that shows off a scandalous amount of cleavage and cuts off just above the bottom of her breasts, showing off a faint tease of melon below the fabric. Around her hips is a miniskirt with a slit along the side, designed so that it 'covers' somewhat, but does not restrict movement too badly. In cat form, the simple wear is functional, supplemented by fur to keep her decent. However, out of catform, Blank looks like nothing short of a harlot. <br /> <br /> Often strapped to her back is a long staff made of lively green bamboo, capped on each end with three spread cat's claws made of some strange red glossy steel. The bamboo staff is also ringed with bronze rings approximately every three or four inches down the shaft.<br /> <br /> (For more pictures, please contact Blank through IRC.)<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur7.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred2.jpg<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-06-08T21:48:07Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur5.jpg<br /> <br /> Blank is a curious feline, having wandered into Myrkin Wood with no apparent history and no knowledge of who she was before becoming a were-cat. The feline has accepted her nature, the feral touch of being a were embraced and, by her perception, a definite part of whom she is. As such, with her acception, she has the ability to shift back and forth at a time of her choosing approximately twice per day. That is, she can go 'back and forth' between forms twice, and then trying again with exhaust her and give her an intense headache (and also prove unsuccessful until she rests.). <br /> <br /> Blank stands at a height of approximately six feet and a half when she is in were-cat form (which is most of the time.). Her hair in this form is long and curly, cinammon bangs that hang down to the small of her back in what can only be described as a 'mane,' towering over her head no less than half a foot or so. Bangs that hang to her chin often shroud the right side of her face in darkness. Fur adorns certain portions of her form as well, covering her hands, feet, and patterned on her body, where the fur seems to refuse to outright grow over her entire form. Fur can be found on her legs all the way up to the knee, and on her forearms up to the elbow. It also cups her breasts somewhat in a V pattern centered over her belly button, and there is a ring of fur around her hips that connects to her tail. Her tail bears an extra thick tuft of shaggy fur at the very tip. Her back is often hunched over, just slightly, from her natural tendency to creep about. Her skin is a light blue, not unlike a bruise, her lips a dark blue like blueberries (getting her to blush causes her skin to turn this color, too.). Foreclaws are slender, with five long digits much like normal fingers, and a thumb, all bearing purple claws no shorter than three to four inches in length. Her feet, on the other hand, are three-digited claws, the nails thick and wide though ending in razor sharp points. She walks on her toes and the balls of her feet.<br /> <br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred10.jpg<br /> <br /> In her more human form, Blank stands at a height of only five feet and a half. She wears glasses, as most things are very blurry to her without them. Naturally, there is no fur to speak of on her in her human form, and her hair hangs to just past her shoulders, a glossy red that catches the light with easy. Her hair is not curly in human form. She is dark-skinned, the skin bronzed and well-oiled to likewise catch light. Fingers are slender, pianist's hands, and nails, painted purple, are kept trimmed, no longer than an inch long. In human form, Blank still bears pronounced canines, though not to the extent of the fangs she bears in werecat form. <br /> <br /> In both forms, Blank is a curvy woman who does not do too much to hide the fact. Ample, supple breasts that bounce lightly with each step, a full, plump rear end that makes a good cushion and helps win dance competitions, wide hips, long legs. Her belly is flat, not chiseled but faintly muscled, and arms have leans muscles to them. She has a small, button-ish nose, and her eyes are faintly slanted, which, in feline form, often makes her seem like she's being sly or coy.<br /> <br /> Blank so far does not wear much. She wears a dark blue leather top, sleeveless, that shows off a scandalous amount of cleavage and cuts off just above the bottom of her breasts, showing off a faint tease of melon below the fabric. Around her hips is a miniskirt with a slit along the side, designed so that it 'covers' somewhat, but does not restrict movement too badly. In cat form, the simple wear is functional, supplemented by fur to keep her decent. However, out of catform, Blank looks like nothing short of a harlot. <br /> <br /> Often strapped to her back is a long staff made of lively green bamboo, capped on each end with three spread cat's claws made of some strange red glossy steel. The bamboo staff is also ringed with bronze rings approximately every three or four inches down the shaft.<br /> http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Fur7.jpg http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/Purrversion/Werecat-Pre-Earred2.jpg<br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-06-08T21:38:44Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>Blank is a curious feline, having wandered into Myrkin Wood with no apparent history and no knowledge of who she was before becoming a were-cat. The feline has accepted her nature, the feral touch of being a were embraced and, by her perception, a definite part of whom she is. As such, with her acception, she has the ability to shift back and forth at a time of her choosing approximately twice per day. That is, she can go 'back and forth' between forms twice, and then trying again with exhaust her and give her an intense headache (and also prove unsuccessful until she rests.). <br /> <br /> Blank stands at a height of approximately six feet and a half when she is in were-cat form (which is most of the time.). Her hair in this form is long and curly, cinammon bangs that hang down to the small of her back in what can only be described as a 'mane,' towering over her head no less than half a foot or so. Bangs that hang to her chin often shroud the right side of her face in darkness. Fur adorns certain portions of her form as well, covering her hands, feet, and patterned on her body, where the fur seems to refuse to outright grow over her entire form. Fur can be found on her legs all the way up to the knee, and on her forearms up to the elbow. It also cups her breasts somewhat in a V pattern centered over her belly button, and there is a ring of fur around her hips that connects to her tail. Her tail bears an extra thick tuft of shaggy fur at the very tip. Her back is often hunched over, just slightly, from her natural tendency to creep about. Her skin is a light blue, not unlike a bruise, her lips a dark blue like blueberries (getting her to blush causes her skin to turn this color, too.). Foreclaws are slender, with five long digits much like normal fingers, and a thumb, all bearing purple claws no shorter than three to four inches in length. Her feet, on the other hand, are three-digited claws, the nails thick and wide though ending in razor sharp points. She walks on her toes and the balls of her feet.<br /> <br /> In her more human form, Blank stands at a height of only five feet and a half. She wears glasses, as most things are very blurry to her without them. Naturally, there is no fur to speak of on her in her human form, and her hair hangs to just past her shoulders, a glossy red that catches the light with easy. Her hair is not curly in human form. She is dark-skinned, the skin bronzed and well-oiled to likewise catch light. Fingers are slender, pianist's hands, and nails, painted purple, are kept trimmed, no longer than an inch long. In human form, Blank still bears pronounced canines, though not to the extent of the fangs she bears in werecat form. <br /> <br /> In both forms, Blank is a curvy woman who does not do too much to hide the fact. Ample, supple breasts that bounce lightly with each step, a full, plump rear end that makes a good cushion and helps win dance competitions, wide hips, long legs. Her belly is flat, not chiseled but faintly muscled, and arms have leans muscles to them. She has a small, button-ish nose, and her eyes are faintly slanted, which, in feline form, often makes her seem like she's being sly or coy.<br /> <br /> Blank so far does not wear much. She wears a dark blue leather top, sleeveless, that shows off a scandalous amount of cleavage and cuts off just above the bottom of her breasts, showing off a faint tease of melon below the fabric. Around her hips is a miniskirt with a slit along the side, designed so that it 'covers' somewhat, but does not restrict movement too badly. In cat form, the simple wear is functional, supplemented by fur to keep her decent. However, out of catform, Blank looks like nothing short of a harlot. <br /> <br /> Often strapped to her back is a long staff made of lively green bamboo, capped on each end with three spread cat's claws made of some strange red glossy steel. The bamboo staff is also ringed with bronze rings approximately every three or four inches down the shaft.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Characters]]<br /> [[Category:Active Characters]]</div>

Blank ?title=Cinnamon 2006-06-08T21:37:27Z

<p>Blank: </p> <hr /> <div>Blank is a curious feline, having wandered into Myrkin Wood with no apparent history and no knowledge of who she was before becoming a were-cat. The feline has accepted her nature, the feral touch of being a were embraced and, by her perception, a definite part of whom she is. As such, with her acception, she has the ability to shift back and forth at a time of her choosing approximately twice per day. That is, she can go 'back and forth' between forms twice, and then trying again with exhaust her and give her an intense headache (and also prove unsuccessful until she rests.). <br /> <br /> Blank stands at a height of approximately six feet and a half when she is in were-cat form (which is most of the time.). Her hair in this form is long and curly, cinammon bangs that hang down to the small of her back in what can only be described as a 'mane,' towering over her head no less than half a foot or so. Bangs that hang to her chin often shroud the right side of her face in darkness. Fur adorns certain portions of her form as well, covering her hands, feet, and patterned on her body, where the fur seems to refuse to outright grow over her entire form. Fur can be found on her legs all the way up to the knee, and on her forearms up to the elbow. It also cups her breasts somewhat in a V pattern centered over her belly button, and there is a ring of fur around her hips that connects to her tail. Her tail bears an extra thick tuft of shaggy fur at the very tip. Her back is often hunched over, just slightly, from her natural tendency to creep about. Her skin is a light blue, not unlike a bruise, her lips a dark blue like blueberries (getting her to blush causes her skin to turn this color, too.). Foreclaws are slender, with five long digits much like normal fingers, and a thumb, all bearing purple claws no shorter than three to four inches in length. Her feet, on the other hand, are three-digited claws, the nails thick and wide though ending in razor sharp points. She walks on her toes and the balls of her feet.<br /> <br /> In her more human form, Blank stands at a height of only five feet and a half. She wears glasses, as most things are very blurry to her without them. Naturally, there is no fur to speak of on her in her human form, and her hair hangs to just past her shoulders, a glossy red that catches the light with easy. Her hair is not curly in human form. She is dark-skinned, the skin bronzed and well-oiled to likewise catch light. Fingers are slender, pianist's hands, and nails, painted purple, are kept trimmed, no longer than an inch long. In human form, Blank still bears pronounced canines, though not to the extent of the fangs she bears in werecat form. <br /> <br /> In both forms, Blank is a curvy woman who does not do too much to hide the fact. Ample, supple breasts that bounce lightly with each step, a full, plump rear end that makes a good cushion and helps win dance competitions, wide hips, long legs. Her belly is flat, not chiseled but faintly muscled, and arms have leans muscles to them. She has a small, button-ish nose, and her eyes are faintly slanted, which, in feline form, often makes her seem like she's being sly or coy.<br /> <br /> Blank so far does not wear much. She wears a dark blue leather top, sleeveless, that shows off a scandalous amount of cleavage and cuts off just above the bottom of her breasts, showing off a faint tease of melon below the fabric. Around her hips is a miniskirt with a slit along the side, designed so that it 'covers' somewhat, but does not restrict movement too badly. In cat form, the simple wear is functional, supplemented by fur to keep her decent. However, out of catform, Blank looks like nothing short of a harlot. <br /> <br /> Often strapped to her back is a long staff made of lively green bamboo, capped on each end with three spread cat's claws made of some strange red glossy steel. The bamboo staff is also ringed with bronze rings approximately every three or four inches down the shaft.</div>

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