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She is a human and stands her tallest at five foot. Holding herself with respect, her posture makes her appear slightly taller. Long loose ringlets of shimmering flame-red flow loose down her back stopping just above her knees. A section of her hair is pulled over her right shoulder, curls spilling down her front. Her thinly arched eyebrows perk in slight curiosity, matching the thick curled eyelashes. Her eyes are a deep blue, nearly violet in some lights, attention brought to them by her sharply defined cheekbones. Skin soft and pale, her cheeks hold a slightly ruddy appearance, as if she's been kissed by the sun. Her limbs are long, making up nearly all of her height, nails painted a perfect silver, the tips a sea blue. Her body is finely toned, hinting at obvious regular hard work. Her waist pinches drastically at the middle, giving her a dramatic hourglass figure.
Wait, I missed the bangs part... brb
(Party): Marcalo says, "You will want hypno in place."
(Party): Marcalo says, "When you attempt this lock."
(Party): Marcalo says, "So as to make it roughsex."
I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL... probably get someone bigger than me to break your face.
(Party): Marcalo says, "You will want hypno in place."
(Party): Marcalo says, "When you attempt this lock."
(Party): Marcalo says, "So as to make it roughsex."
(Party): Marcalo says, "You will want hypno in place."
(Party): Marcalo says, "When you attempt this lock."
(Party): Marcalo says, "So as to make it roughsex."
(Party): Marcalo says, "You will want hypno in place."
(Party): Marcalo says, "When you attempt this lock."
(Party): Marcalo says, "So as to make it roughsex."
[spoiler]
As far as clothing goes, most of it is covered by the dark blue tartan cloak she wears, and a completely not matching white and blue scarf around her neck.[/spoiler]
He is a human, dark-haired and casting a grim silhouette. His grave countenance recalls a sinister tapestry of cruel angles, punctuated by the purpled rings beneath his tired eyes. The eyes themselves glow with zealous intensity, near-drained of colour and left an unsettling bluish-white. A glossy mane of sleek burnet drapes past the line of his jaw like an ebon veil. His generous mouth and thin lips animate his features, parting to reveal a toothsome, carnivorous aspect. Having seen the benefit of a close shave, the balance of his grooming suggests an exacting precision that verges on fussiness. Ink-stained fingertips give the only lie to his would-be spotlessness. A lean musculature and white, unblemished skin unite with the richness of his attire in suggesting membership in the leisure class. Scarcely visible at remove, a lattice of thin scars traverses the back of his hands, disappearing into either sleeve. He is wearing: a black leather side scabbard, a bone ring with an ice rune, exquisitely tailored trousers of deep abbadon hue, a bone ring with an icewall rune, a bone ring with a lightning rune, a lightly starched dress shirt of brilliant white, a platinum band bearing an iced sapphire, polished dress shoes of mhunskin leather, a sleek black leather belt with silver buckle, a bone ring with a fire rune, an attractive vest of abbadon hue, and a formal jacket of deepest abbadon
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
I really enjoyed drawing this one