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Carise, born and raised in the hills of Keroon, made a decision that lead her to the Starcraft Hall on Ista Isle. It was a decision that started her life on a new track... |
Carise
Dark hair falls lightly down her back, deep brown waves reaching to her waist. Icy blue eyes are surrounded by thick black lashes while thin brows arch across her high forehead. A small nose still has shadows of freckles spotting her face, remnants of her early years, while rosy pink dyes well-formed lips. She isn't extremely tall, but not short either, having reached a normal height. Her figure has finally filled out, curves flowing along her still thin, though not frail, body. Small yet well-toned muscles move under skin tanned by the Istan Sun, she's plenty able to take care of herself. A bit of a rushed appearance surrounds her, her work as a Journeywoman never seeming to end.
She wears a simple yet elegant skirt, the blue material falling lightly to touch the ground, its sleekness forming into waves around her legs. A loose sky blue tunic, long sleeves hiding her hands and disguising her figure. Occasionally, lightweight brown sandals peek out from under the long skirt while beaded bracelets jingle, obscured by her sleeves.
Carise is wearing a thin Silver Ring. This Silver ring has a beautifull Saphire centered on it, it also has a design painted around the outside that you can't quite follow with your eyes, or else, you wind up with a splitting headache. A silver bracelet of chunky links bearing a single charm wraps around her wrist.
Carise wears the knot of a StarCraft Journeywoman. |
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Gilina
Her slim form is covered with vibrant greens, like a tree in summer, leaves falling gently off her shoulders. Bright, neon ridges run down her back, catching the eye and drawing it upward toward the head. Two bright rotating orbs sit serenly, thin eyeridges and rounded headknobs filling out her face. Wide wings stretch out, leading edges fading as the sails become more transparent.
Crais
Feline-like in his stance, the graceful blue firelizard moves with a smoothness that speaks of power. Curious almond shaped eyes are set in a narrow head, the point of a triangular body interrupted by wide low set wings and a thick, narrowing tail. Dark blue with purple overtones evenly covers his sleek body, from the tip of his thin muzzle down to his widely spaced forelegs and over his solid back. Well blended haunches round off into an impatient tail, its thin tip constantly twitching in a strangely gentle yet powerful motion.
>Talyn
Browns of every shade, from palest beige to darkest ochre, and every sepia tint in between, decorate this firelizard. Muscled, certainly, his form is that of an athlete's, trim and fit, if translated into miniature draconian form. Average in size, he stands out in his pride, which is visible in every minute motion of clay-hued head and maple tail.
>Stark
Deep navy blue envelopes his tiny form, the night sky a cloak surrounding him effortlessly. Tiny stars dance over his head and neck, too few and far between to lighten the hide as it approaches the transulcent wings and thick tail. Jeweled eyes join weak eye ridges and head knobs near the start of the mask of ridges falling down his back. |
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