Post by Avrai nó Heliotrope (I) on May 4, 2009 11:55:16 GMT -5
Name: Avrai nó Heliotrope
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2
Appearance:
Standing at a mere five feet and two inches, what she lacks in stature she makes up in presence. Her hair, a vibrant decadence of softly cascading curls frames a softly ovaled face. Her eyes are of a molten honey shade, golden and warm. Her lips, full and naturally pinked, rest just above a gently dimpled chin.
Her frame is slight, fragile shoulders and graceful arms, a waist tapered almost to an extreme. Her hips hold a slight flare, aptly suited to the pleasant roundness of her posterior. Legs long for her height taper into delicately formed ankles and noticeably small feet.
Personality & History:
Polite and witty, she seems at times shy, though in the presence of those she knows mean her no ill-will she can be perfectly outgoing, and even at times downright mouthy. At the faintest sign of hostility directed toward her person, her demeanor will take on the quality of an early springtime flash-freeze; all lilies and honeysuckle dripping with daggers of ice.
Well-versed in poetry as well as general histories, she speaks fluent Caerdiccian, and will at times blend these talents for the amusement of her patrons, reciting poetry or spinning tales of great battles and romances.
Born to a Heliotrope adept and a since unnamed patron, Avrai was raised in the house and with her tenth birthday came and went her dedication to the service of Naamah, to no one's great surprise. With the end of her apprenticeship and subsequent debut came her mother's graceful retirement from service and the City, a manor home in the country procured for her by a doting patron.
Her mother gone from the House marked a change in the young Avrai, blooming for once out of the shadow of so lovely a flower. More outgoing and receptive to patrons, she quickly became more sought after. The darker edge of her canon, Thou and No Other, attracted those who sought more than a loving smile, more than a tender caress, her assignations took on a quality of velveteen romances and rich devotion.
And so it was that she settled into her life as a Heliotrope adept, her Marque winding it's way along her spine, not far now from completion.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2
Appearance:
Standing at a mere five feet and two inches, what she lacks in stature she makes up in presence. Her hair, a vibrant decadence of softly cascading curls frames a softly ovaled face. Her eyes are of a molten honey shade, golden and warm. Her lips, full and naturally pinked, rest just above a gently dimpled chin.
Her frame is slight, fragile shoulders and graceful arms, a waist tapered almost to an extreme. Her hips hold a slight flare, aptly suited to the pleasant roundness of her posterior. Legs long for her height taper into delicately formed ankles and noticeably small feet.
Personality & History:
Polite and witty, she seems at times shy, though in the presence of those she knows mean her no ill-will she can be perfectly outgoing, and even at times downright mouthy. At the faintest sign of hostility directed toward her person, her demeanor will take on the quality of an early springtime flash-freeze; all lilies and honeysuckle dripping with daggers of ice.
Well-versed in poetry as well as general histories, she speaks fluent Caerdiccian, and will at times blend these talents for the amusement of her patrons, reciting poetry or spinning tales of great battles and romances.
Born to a Heliotrope adept and a since unnamed patron, Avrai was raised in the house and with her tenth birthday came and went her dedication to the service of Naamah, to no one's great surprise. With the end of her apprenticeship and subsequent debut came her mother's graceful retirement from service and the City, a manor home in the country procured for her by a doting patron.
Her mother gone from the House marked a change in the young Avrai, blooming for once out of the shadow of so lovely a flower. More outgoing and receptive to patrons, she quickly became more sought after. The darker edge of her canon, Thou and No Other, attracted those who sought more than a loving smile, more than a tender caress, her assignations took on a quality of velveteen romances and rich devotion.
And so it was that she settled into her life as a Heliotrope adept, her Marque winding it's way along her spine, not far now from completion.