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Keats Lovesonnet	A Sigil walks into the Room...	Lead	[-]
Posts: 12230 (06/09/03 3:35 PM) High Sigil Defender of Love Sigil of the Silver Tongue Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Tags : None This thread is dedicated to personal physical descriptions of our characters. Please ONLY post a description of the character you have an Yuku account for so that their name is easily looked up on the lefthand side. Candidates are encouraged to post descriptions of themselves as well. Descriptions here are physical, not mental/spiritual/emotional, etc. These are not character histories or personality profiles. This is sheer physical description--the color of your hair, your eyes, how tall you are, your apparent age, what your voice sounds like, your body type, how you walk, your clothes, your jewelry, your general demeanor, facial features, the shape of your hands, the way you move, quirky gestures, nervous tics, how you laugh--the impression you might give to someone who just saw you for the first time and had been watching you for perhaps fifteen minutes. They don't know who you are, your past, your goals or dreams...all they see is what's in front of them. This is intended to help us develop our characters and help others know exactly who they're talking to and looking at. EverQuest, for all its customizable features, doesn't offer a lot in the way of making your character really look like a unique person. Here is where we do that. Last Edited By: Keats Lovesonnet 02/17/11 10:12 AM. Edited 4 times.
Keats Lovesonnet	Keats Lovesonnet, Sigil of the Silver Tongue	#1	[-]
Posts: 12230 (06/09/03 3:36 PM) High Sigil Defender of Love Sigil of the Silver Tongue Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Keats Lovesonnet is a half elven man of middle years, born of a union between a human and a Feir'dal. He is of average half elven height and weight. He has taken to wearing his dark brown hair a bit longer than he has in the past, as keeping up with the latest Freeport style. The faintest hints of laugh lines appear at the corners of his eyes, his most prominent feature. Keats's eyes are a brilliant, bright emerald green, and those who know him know to look for his true feelings there, despite what his other actions may say. A flexible voice is the hallmark of his trade, and he has trained it to be as useful as sound can be. Despite the variations of volume he is capable of, his voice seems to cut through a crowd--something in its timbre draws attention. It is a clear, tender voice of startling purity, reaching from a deep baritone to the middle tenor range when song calls for it. His serpentine voice wraps his words in meaning beyond definition, imbuing feeling and emotion to even the driest of speeches. His laugh is like his voice, clear and hearty; laughter is a part of who he is, and whenever he is able, he gives himself over to it, enjoying the experience of laughing almost as much as the humor and happiness that brought it about. The shoulders and general body conformation of this bard are true to his half elven heritage and training as a musician. He does not have the heavily muscled build of his more combat-oriented friends; instead, his physique tends toward the fit, but not quite athletic. His chest is not particularly broad or deep; his arms and legs do not carry the sinewy, brute strength of brawn, but his hands are another matter. Strong, nimble fingers flick lightly over a flute, dance gracefully with the strings of a lute, tap out complex rhythms on exotic drums. Calluses covers his fingertips from hours of scales and exercises, and while a few thin, faint scars find their way across his hands from years of taking the battlefield, his right palm bears a single, horizontal scar that nearly bisects it. Though not truly elven in his grace, Keats has trained extensively in song and dance, and such training often comes through in his daily work. His movements tend toward the flamboyant, especially when he is the center of attention or is conversing with a stranger. With friends, he tends to let such performances drop and is a bit more reserved, but when in front of an audience he instinctively plays to the crowd. Keats has quite a wardrobe that he has collected over the years and can often be seen in anything from full platemail, to a leather jerkin and pants, to a fine maroon surcoat over black leggings. Long sleeves, which he wears almost exclusively, usually hide a rather battered golden bracelet with a striped agate stone inset; this is a permanent fixture upon his right wrist, and he wears no other especially noticeable jewelry. Though he possesses weapons a-plenty, he is more commonly seen with an instrument, and though it may not be the one he is playing at the moment, he is never without his prize: a dark-stained wooden flute. Last Edited By: Keats Lovesonnet 02/17/11 10:38 AM. Edited 5 times.
Starlene Antares	Re: Starlene Antares, Sigil of the Twilight Sky	#2	[-]
Posts: 11020 (06/10/03 10:45 AM) The Rising Sun Sigil of the Twilight Sky Grand Sigil of the Holy Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Starlene takes pride in being Fier'Dal, but one of the most tell-tale sign of her human heritage are her ears, which are pointed but much smaller than a full blooded Fier'dal in addition to being a bit taller than them. She has little patience for the upkeep of longer hair and keeps it cut short. Her hair is a dark brown, a family trait from her Fier'dal family, but her eyes are a bright blue, one of the few things she received the reviled human father she never knew. Once extremely shy and insecure, she now carries herself with much more confidence, having begun to come to terms with many things about her past. However she still tends to be hard on herself and has difficulty accepting compliments and praise. Often when in Norrath she wears protective chain armor, dyed a shade of blue, her favorite color. She usually carries a white drum with her, to summon her pet drogmor affectionately called Fluffy also colored white but with faintly bluish stripe across his back. He's a gentle creature but protective of his master, but doesn't like horses and tends to growl at them. In the Inner Sanctum however, she often changes into a variety of clothes, her favorite being simple but colorful dresses and comfortable sandals her grandfather had lovingly made for her as a gift. Her signet, a beautifully crafted platinum ring with a jasper stone given to her upon her Naming, is rarely ever is removed for her finger when she is within the Sanctum. Recently, she's acquired a scar on her neck, due to an attack within the Sanctum by an insidious intruder. Though horrific at first, she has been able to make it fade over time though it's still visible if up close. She is not ashamed of it and takes no special effort to hide it, though her battle armor has a protective band that covers her neck. Starlene Antares ~ Sigil of the Twilight Sky Druidess of Tunare ~ Grand Sigil of the Holy Last Edited By: Starlene Antares 02/17/11 11:20 AM. Edited 7 times.
Beldhyr	A Sigil walks into the Room...Split 2	#3	[-]
Posts: 7522 (06/27/03 5:23 PM) Consul Ak'Anon's Champion Sigil of Mindspark Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Beldhyr is an inch or so shorter than most gnomes, not that many above halfling-height would ever notice. His hair has always been gray, even when he was young, and seldom if ever neatly combed. He has a small neatly-trimmed goatee, that is occasionally askew and dishevelled when he's stayed too late studying in his chambers and fallen asleep over a book. His eyes are light blue, the skin around them wrinkled from years of laughter. Another thing that people generally take note of is the lack of a scholarly robe. Beldhyr's clothes are well-fitting and practical, usually chosen for their sturdiness over their magical enhancements. When he is in the sanctum, he always wears a golden bracelet with cat's eye agate set into it. No matter where he is found, he usually wears a gray-white cloak, and is seldom seen without his Staff of the Serpent. Update: Even now that he has his Oculus of Persuasion, his Serpent is still usually with him, coiled comfortably into a pack.
Schaharazade	A Sigil walks into the Room...Split 2	#4	[-]
Posts: 78 (05/05/05 8:22 AM) Sigil of the Long Night Order of the Arcane Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	*Quote:* The Grand Visier, who, as has already been observed, was the unwilling executioner of this horrid course of injustice, had two daughters, the elder called Scheherazade, and the younger Dinarzade. The latter was highly accomplished; but the former possessed courage, wit, and penetration infinitely above her sex. She had read much, and had so admirable a memory that she never forgot anything she had read. She had successfully applied herself to philosophy, medicine, history, and the liberal arts; and her poetry excelled the compositions of the best writers of her time. Besides this, she was of perfect beauty, and all her accomplishments were crowned by surpassing beauty. -from Arabian Nights Schaharazade sashays into the chamber, her full-length robes of deep blues and greens clinging to her curves. Her fingers are long and delicate, and her skin is the color of winter chocolate. Her forehead is high, like that of all Erudites, and her hair is pulled back. She is usually quiet and reserved, but still appears attentive to her surroundings. She frequently looks at the world from behind an amused smirk. It is only rarely that she has a distant look about her, as though behind her high forehead lies another world entirely.
Purrjeni	Re: A Sigil walks into the Room...Split 2	#5	[-]
Posts: 44 (07/27/08 11:37 PM) Sigil of the Dream Seeker Order of the Holy GSH Emeritus Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Purrjeni is about average size for a Barbarian, though her father was human. She is taller than some but shorter than a big warrior. Her eyes are blue, like her barbarian mother's but, her hair shows signs of her father's darker shade. Though her hair is basically brown, there are highlights of gold that glitter in bright sun. The sparkle is reflected in her eyes when she laughs, for as most barbarians, a laugh to Purrjeni is a whole body experience. She walks with a powerful stride that shouts confidence, but a bit of shyness keeps her from barging in where others would walk freely. Though she stands proud of her baring, she seems constantly aware of the little folk around her, being very careful where she sits or what is behind her when she backs up. She loves the color purple and wears it as much as she can. She seldom thinks of changing armor unless given a better piece. One set is enough, in her opinion, so folk will seldom see her in other clothes. She enjoys a good drink and a good story told, therefore she is most often seen in the halls with a big mug of ale, listening to someone tell her a story of some kind. As barbarian, her taste in food is simple -- lots. She doesn't cringe from food that others might turn a nose up at and tends to eat quickly with a lot of good drink to wash it down. As a result she is seldom seen with a plate of food or visiting at a table over a meal. She has a ready smile for all she meets and is a bit more eager to talk than fight -- though she will not back from a fight and her weapons bear witness to that fact. She carries them almost like a part of her body, seldom tucking them away. It is by a thoughtful effort that she remembers to rid herself of them in the halls. It is not uncommon to see her carry them to the hall and suddenly remember to tuck them away with a blush of embarrassment. And blush she does. Her skin is fair for her race and the blush is very evident and often. Everything Purrjeni does is all the way and with powerful gusto. She walks, talks, drinks, eats and fights with full concentration to the job at hand. She can be seen often studying her spells with her Spirit wolf at her side. But offer her a story and the spell book will be ignored instantly. NOTHING is more important to Purrjeni than someone's story or a personal conversation -- especially with someone she does not understand.
Akierra	A Sigil walks into the Room...Split 4	#6	[-]
Posts: 42 (09/09/08 6:57 PM) Sigil of the Unsparing Companion Order of the Wayfarers Ambassador Emeritus Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	(( This is not finished but I figured I should get it up anyways. )) Akierra is a half elf woman of average height. She is lithe and toned, from years of running, singing and dancing to the music of her instruments. Her age is hard to decipher, however she looks relatively young. Her skin is smooth with no visible wrinkles, though her form is exquisite and well developed. She moves quickly and with ease, her step is sleek and graceful. Her eyes are like the vast ocean on a bright day, the shine of the crystal blue reflects a twinkle back, and draws anyone in who looks at them. In contrast to her blue eyes, the intense red hair makes some wonder if she has a fiery side. She keeps it of medium length cut just above her shoulders, to hide an old scar. Her prominent cheek bones accentuate her blushing. Her nose is dainty, and curves slightly up at the tip. Her lips, full and luscious, are a natural shade of red. Anything but common, everything about her face makes one remember her clearly, but those eyes, those vivid eyes, make those who look deeply into them feel as if they are being sweep away in an ocean.
Reridore	Re: A Sigil walks into the Room...Split 4	#7	[-]
Posts: 9 (10/06/08 4:51 PM) The Mighty Sigil of the Reforging Order of the Mighty Ambassador Emeritus Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Reridore's time with the Sigils has seen her change immensely. In a little less than a year, she has gone from awkward and uncertain in her stride, to standing with a quiet elegance. Some things never change, though; she has resigned herself to poor posture, diminishing her unusually tall figure of 5'10''. Time spent out-of-doors has indeed lightened her hair to a bright orange, and the dusting of freckles on her cheeks has grown and spread over her thin, heart-shaped face. Her lips are full and wide, quick to both laughter and frowns, and her nose bares the unmistakable signs of two nasty breaks, forced slightly off center. She is still in the habit of tracing the the bridge of her nose in times of thought or distress, though like many of her "nervous habits," Reridore has mostly cured herself of the self-conscious motivation. Her eyes are large and muddy-brown, and are hardly ever unaccompanied by red-rimmed eyelids, betraying a regular lack of sleep. The dark shadows underneath her eyes fortify this as well. Stretching from just in front of the ear to her collar bone is a scar on Reridore's right side. A shorter, thinner mirror rests on the other side of her face. Generally, she will wear her hair pulled back for reasons of practicality and to set an example for her students. The days that she could get away with wearing her hair loose are gone. Faded burn marks on her left hand -- an indication of her tendency to harm touch first, ask questions later -- cause her to wear gloves most of the time. Reridore used to speak as she thinks, causing her to stutter and end sentences abruptly. Her voice is a soft alto, and is can become fraught with emotion -- she laughs easily, frowns when she feels the need, and on the surface, is a very emotionally in-tune woman. Those that know her better have usually hit a barrier of some sort, though, as she is reluctant to speak of the things that really bother her or are very important to her. In her first year of teaching Reridore struggled immensely to be authoritative, but has relaxed into the job and - barring moments of extreme excitement - speaks with a smooth confidence in herself. Though she still holds on to her rings, Reridore's collection of knickknacks has grown to a highly disorganized state. She changes her clothes to suit the occasion, but will nearly always wear five or six small vials specially designed to fit to her belt - if she hasn't gone to the bank since fighting, they'll be filled with blood and make her actions very jerky and nervous. It's been a while since she's used them (her superiors would frown on collecting recruit blood) but a lingering wanderlust keeps them at her side - just in case. Her signet she wears around her neck, also just in case... Being a retired adventurer, Reridore generally dresses in practice clothing (for lessons) some standard issue armor (when she has guard duty) and in her free time, simple cotton dresses and bodices. She's trying to get the hang of being feminine. She just turned twenty-three and is despairing her age. Last Edited By: Reridore 03/30/12 3:06 PM. Edited 5 times.
Talitha	Talitha, Sigil of the Echo	#8	[-]
Posts: 40 (02/19/09 11:48 AM) Sigil of the Echo Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Talitha is a Feir'dal woman of indeterminate age, as elves are. She has hazel eyes and her long hair is dark brown and usually pulled back into a practical pony tail, although she sometimes leaves it free. In spite of her traditionally public vocation as a bard, she is self-effacing and shy in casual conversation. Only when she is actually performing does she command attention, and she rarely volunteers such performances. As a bard, she sings in the alto range and readily takes harmony instead of melody in group singing. Talitha's demeanor is usually serious and reserved but not necessarily morose; it is a quiet, thoughtful attitude and she always tries to listen more than she speaks. She does not laugh often and is never exuberant or excitable. When she does find something amusing, a small smile or giggle is usually the most reaction she will give. Her interactions with others are very formal, even with those who might in other circles be considered her inferiors. She uses titles with respect and total adherence until she is given explicit permission to leave them off, and even then she often forgets and reverts to her habitual formality. Her clothes are unassuming and cut for practicality over beauty, although she is not careless in her grooming. Her appearance is clean, neat, matched, but not decorative and never gaudy. She wears no remarkable jewelry except for her signet ring and a simple copper band, which is remarkable only in its contrast to the beautifully crafted signet ring on her other hand.
Tenjou Rootspinner	Re: A Sigil walks into the Room...Split 4	#9	[-]
Posts: 9 (03/24/09 8:49 PM) Sigil of Sunshine Order of the Holy Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Tenjou is a small, noticeably young wood elf. Her nose is small and turned up, and she has a brush of freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes are large for her face and widely spaced, and she blinks much more often than is common. At her best, this is an endearing habit, but usually she looks addlepated. They are a dull green, and she constantly jokes about wanting to polish them to a brighter colour. Her lips are full and wide, and she laughs and smiles easily. She is vaguely undernourished, and consequently a handspan shorter than most feir'dal. Her thin face is at odds with her large features, and she can look rather gaunt if she hasn't eaten for a while. She has a nervous habit of blowing out her cheeks because of this. Her hair is similar to Reridore's shade, but a brighter orange, with blonde streaks scattered throughout her hair. She keeps it long and loose, trusting the sheer thickness to keep it from whipping around her face in the wind. Tenjou usually bypasses the greens and browns that are common among her race, and instead is drawn to bright oranges and yellows. She spends her time outside and in the sun, so her skin has become tan. At night she wanders as a wolf, unless she is with someone and afraid they would take offense at a change.
Trellana	Re: A Sigil walks into the Room...Split 4	#10	[-]
Posts: 27 (06/05/09 10:31 AM) Sigil of the Watcher Order of the Wayfarers Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Trellana is average sized for a human, standing at about five feet, six inches. Her body is well-muscled and flexible, and these days she is rarely seen without a pair of polished ulaks strapped to her hands or close by. Her dirty blonde hair she keeps pulled back in a severe braid or bun, and few can boast that they have seen it loose, as she regards fussing over hair as a frivolity she can't afford to have. On the rare occasions that she has left off her leather arm guards and gloves, thin white scars are visible all over her arms, in the shapes of disturbingly artistic swirls and blurred words. One jagged scar, obviously deeper and more recent than the rest, stands out on her left shoulder, a jarring contrast to the delicate designs that pattern the rest of her skin. Her face is plain and not in the least bit memorable; those who are trained to take note of such things, however, will notice her widely spaced eyes, full lips, and narrow, long nose. Trellana bears a small scar on her lower lip, and one across the bridge of her nose. She does not move with any hint of grace or elegance, her strong stride suggests, rather, a barely contained power, energetic and explosive during battle. Her lack of finesse makes it clear to the trained eye that she has not practiced the art of a monk for very long, even though she appears to be in her mid-twenties. Rarely is she seen in the sanctum without her translator, Ramili Cantrips. If Trellana is found alone in a tavern or inn, it is a sure bet that Ramili is nearby, or fast asleep.
Seraphimmm	The Maidservant of Tunare	#11	[-]
Posts: 7 (10/11/10 7:46 AM) Seraphiim Helwarus The Graceful Lady Sigil of the Reverent Student Order of the Holy Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The young Koada’dal walks into the room with silent reverence. She carries herself with a modest, yet elegant, pace. Her skin is as fair as Tunare’s children are known to be. Shy and gentle eyes peek out from under the helm she is required to wear at all times, with only the exception of being alone or at rest. Those whose eyes meet hers feel the warmth and comfort of Tunare wash over them comparable to a mothers reassuring embrace. In greeting her slender body lowers into a deep curtsey with lithe movement of the finest training. A soft smile is given before her head lowers with her eyes quickly following in her humble service to The Mother and respect of those living around her. As she rises the warm smile can once again be seen as her eyes meet another’s for only a breath of a moment before being quickly averted to the floor in her modesty. A tintinnabulation echoes ever so softly around her every syllable when she speaks in her hushed tones, her voice never rising above much more than a whisper. She is a Priestess of Tunare, daughter of a respected Priest, raised in the seminary by the strict Priestess’ of her fathers choosing for the protection of his only daughter. Naïve to the world she seeks out that from which she can learn to discover her destiny and give comfort to those whose presence she is in. When you return to your God,,,, know that I have taken you there.