little details meme

[depicted]

Icons and written text don't always give a clear impression of a character. That's what this meme is for! Describe what your character is like in person. What is their body type? Do they have any distinctive markings? Do they have an accent or unique kind of voice? Any interesting type of body language? This is especially great for any things that have changed since their arrival, particularly with the sort of alterations that have happened over the timeskip! Basically, share anything that you feel other characters would notice about yours if they ran into them in the street. order of operations i. fill out this textarea: <table><tr><td style="width: 300px; padding: 10px;"><img src="CHARACTERIMAGE" style="width: 300px; border-radius: 25px;"></td> <td style="padding: 15px 10px; vertical-align: top;"><span style="color: #66aacc; font: 25px palatino;">Character Name</span> <span style="color: #66aacc; font: 14px palatino;">Height;</span> exact measurements or a guestimate! <span style="color: #66aacc; font: 14px palatino;">Weight;</span> see above! <span style="color: #66aacc; font: 14px palatino;">Visual;</span> describe what your character looks like. if they're lanky or beefy, have distinguishing marks (scars, abundant freckles, etc). include differences from canon! <span style="color: #66aacc; font: 14px palatino;">Fashion;</span> what do they put on before leaving the house? are they a sloppy dresser? meticulous? prone to wearing jewelry or cosmetics? bright or muted tones? are their clothes costly? <span style="color: #66aacc; font: 14px palatino;">Demeanour;</span> how do they carry themselves? what's their posture? do they have any particular physical tics? how do they walk and stand? this is for anything that would fit under 'how [character] moves'! <span style="color: #66aacc; font: 14px palatino;">Aural;</span> do they stutter or stammer? do they whistle while they work? what's their accent? how deep or high is their voice? do they sound 'educated' or 'blue collar'? speak slowly or quickly? <span style="color: #66aacc; font: 14px palatino;">Olfactory;</span> perhaps only for the cr that gets reaaally close to your character on the street. how do they smell? do they wear any perfumes, any deodorants? does their work leave scent traces with them? <span style="color: #66aacc; font: 14px palatino;">Etc;</span> anything else! links to vids and gifs, or general miscellanea. Anything magically or psychically noteworthy could be put here if you like!</td></tr></table> ii. Comment to this post! Also, feel free to fiddle with the colour of the comments subject headings. Colour code your character! iii. Read the comments of others. iv. Get clarifications! Talk about how this affects your cr! Compare cool scars and recommend tailors to one another!

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grumpy jesus

[rube]

Ben Hawkins Height; 5'10" Weight; around 155-160 lbs??? i'm guessing?? Visual; Short, scruffy, sandy-brown hair, grey eyes and sunkissed skin. He doesn't have any very distinguishable markings-- no scars or freckles. His hands are calloused and rough from handiwork, but that's about it. He may have arrived somewhat thinner than he is now, coming from a place where there wasn't a real abundance in food, but since he's been well-fed here and working on training as a swordsman, he's gained more muscle and become much stronger! His arms are more toned, and overall is more defined. He can hardly be considered beefy! Fashion; Button-up sweaters/shirts, t-shirts, overalls and boots. He doesn't put much thought into his clothes and uses whatever he has. He sticks to simple things, and if a sweater or coat is a little oversized, that won't bother him. He still dresses similarly to what he did in canon, and there may even be a few tatters here and there. He wears whatever he can get, basically, sticks to neutral colors. Demeanour; He walks stiffly, kind of has an odd gait to his pace, and he can vary from slouching at a slant to standing up straight depending on how he's feeling and hardly smiles. He tends to stand with his hands at hanging loosely at his sides or in his pockets. He can come across as very guarded and keeps a good distance between himself and anyone he's talking to, leaving no room for accidental shoulder-touching or any sort of contact, unless he's comfortable around them. Walking side-by-side with Ben can be a little funny, because he may not mind being close to someone at all, whereas with someone else, he'll create a fairly noticeable personal bubble. When he's angry, forget about personal space, it's completely lost to him. He'll get his face right into another person's if they've ticked him off and he's really trying to get his point across. Aural; Southern, not too deep of a voice. He's more of a listener than a talker and is incredibly quiet; goes at a fairly easy pace. He sounds like he's from a poor part of town and uses "ain't" and plenty of double negatives. He's not easy to have a conversation with and can come across as blunt, rude or even mean, even though he may not intend it to be. When he's angry he speaks faster and with more intention, and he really doesn't hold back. However, when comfortable around a friend, he's very gentle and conversation can be a bit easier. It takes a while for him to warm up to someone, and even when he does, the difference between his comfort zone talk and discomfort talk has little distinction and it's hard to figure out. Olfactory;No sorts of special smells, though he does bathe regularly (at least now he does, god forbid anyone passed him when he first arrived) with as little scented soaps as possible. He'll mostly smell of hay (he has six horses, okay), lingering cigarette smoke (though not recently since he hasn't visited the station), the outdoors, etc. Anything he's been exposed to for long periods of time. He doesn't bother with perfumes and someone should probably introduce the concept of deodorant to him. Etc; he's capable of hugging somewhere in there ok gosh

[erythristic]

man i never expected ben to sound like that honestly

[merelychewed]

Draco Height; Really rough guesstimate of 5-6 meters (16'-19') tall. Weight; 6-7 tons. Visual; Massive, being a dragon and all. Covered in scales that range from thick, dark, and plate-like, to finer scaling of lighter browns and tans in his face and hands. Spikes run along his back and he has a set of eight horns over the traditional two most dragons might have. On the other end, a spade-like tail tip with a surprisingly sharp edge. In Eachdraidh, he can also turn into a human; in that form, he's an older gentleman of average height and weight, with long grey hair tied back in a scruffy ponytail and a mustache. Regardless of form, his eyes are yellow. Fashion; Dragons have no fashion (although give him jewelry big enough for one and that might chang-- uh, right, anyway). In human form, his clothing doesn't usually carry over with the brown theme of his scales, as he opts for somewhat brighter options. He tends to look like a well-to-do swashbuckler (just lacking, y'know, an actual sword) or maybe a lesser nobleman of some kind. Demeanour; He carries himself with a lot of care, a large creature with the full knowledge of just how large he is and just how easily smaller things around him can break. On the ground his gait is lumbering, awkward, as though he was never quite built to walk long distances (which is true, considering he has wings), which gives him all the more reason to take care around other people. This carries over to his human form, for now, and he is unwilling to reach out and pick things up against all logical reason. In the sky is a vastly different story, where any awkwardness is shed for a speed and grace akin to any bird of prey, only on a much larger scale. Aural; He sounds pretty Scottish, as far as accents go. His voice is deep and a touch inhuman, growly, though he speaks slowly and precisely, which gives him a somewhat educated (and possibly noble-sounding) air. He also sings! And not half bad at it for a giant lizard. Olfactory; Dust and ash and fire, though his breath is..... well, he eats raw meat most of the time, so try not to get too close. Etc; hhhhmmmmmm

[indomitably]

Aveline Hendyr (Vallen) Height;6'2" ish Weight; she's pretty muscle-y I have no idea, just that she's not dainty. Visual;Aveline is tall, broad - there's a reason Isabela calls her a woman shaped battering ram. Her face is long, jaw strong and freckled. Copper red hair is pulled back in a pony tail and usually secured with a headband. Fashion; If Aveline is not in functional plate armor, then she is likely dressed in training leather, or very a basic tunic and breeches. Maybe some cloaks. Leather boots. You aren't likely to see her dressed up without a proper occasion behind it, and even then... you'll not likely see her without a sword and shield at her back, no matter what she's wearing. Demeanour; Like a fucking powerhouse. Nah, but seriously... really she's very tall, very proud, shoulders straight, arms usually crossed, feet are not together. Or leaning with her arms crossed and a foot against the wall she's leaning against. And that's relaxed, for Aveline. That's not to say she's never totally relaxed or unguarded, but it's rare. Her walk is quick and long legs mean long strides, and we're gonna ignore the dumb bioware run, I mean you can't run and swing your hips like that in heavy plate armor, so. Or, there will be pacing, if she's nervous. A lot of movement with the hands, too. Aveline usually seems very serious or stern, but she's not entirely humorless, and does smile from time to time. On occasion when dealing with someone giving her bullshit, her patience will run out and temper will take over and she will get right in the offenders face and glare, grab them by the collar and scare the piss out of them. It's pretty successful. Aural; Aveline won't say anything, unless she has to. She's not quiet per say, however. Very pronounced, and loud. She doesn't need to yell, to make herself heard. British Ferelden. However, she can be softer, whether be in anger or sadness or sympathy. Olfactory; Metal and leather. Sweat and steel. But underneath all of that, if you get close enough there's a hint of something floral or cinnamony. Etc;

[bethany_hawke]

lol I love that date gif.

[cagedinflesh]

Berserker Dr. Henry Jekyll / Edward Hyde Height; 5'11 Weight; I'll probably be proven wrong about the height in a week anyway so not even gonna try for weight Visual; Tall and thin, looks maybe 20 years old at most ('about my age' as described by a 17-year-old, not just an art style thing he is really young), blonde hair. As Jekyll he has green eyes and default state is smiling, he has a very nice smile that exudes charisma and innocence, literally referred to as 'an adonis' in canon I'm not fucking kidding (like okay he's pretty but THAT'S PRETTY HEFTY WORDING THERE). Hyde has red eyes and defaults more of a sneer or generally standoffish depending, looks very unnatural in contrast with everything else about him, because there's still something of Jekyll's innocence about his face, in the structure and youth. Generally off-putting for unknown reasons, but hey maybe it's that weird contrast, couldn't be that he's totally horrible right. No scars and any that might come up will disappear quickly. some more handy pictures 1 2 3 Fashion; Pretty much continues to wear his canon clothes because mana clothing is handy, doesn't get ruined. That said yes, he dresses well and proper grooming is very important, it would be very rare that anything's out of place at all, and something must really be going down if he's just in his shirt sleeves. Demeanour; Good and proper posture, holds his head high with plenty of confidence and grace in every movement. Jekyll always makes eye contact, Hyde tends not to unless he's particularly interested or being intimidating. Or maybe if he really likes you but that probably falls under interest. And while Jekyll's movements and gestures are soft, Hyde's are much more demanding, assertive. Even in the way either sits or stands, or looks about a room. Even in gaze, Jekyll is soft and kind, Hyde is piercing, judging. Jekyll will move out of the way immediately and apologise even if he is in the right, all good manners, while Hyde acts like he owns anything in sight, and won't hesitate to walk right into someone blocking his way or on top of anything (or anyone, even). Aural; English gentleman all the way. I have a problem where if there's a musical version of a character then oops that's how I'm hearing them, sssso (which starts Jekyll and switches to Hyde at 1:30). Much like their actions, Hyde is far more gruff, both in speech patterns and the sound itself. Olfactory; UHHHH probably somewhat flowery because of using plants in his experiments so much?? Etc; idk you can ask me things if there's anything you've wondered on

[depicted]

AN ADONIS

Dorian's gonna make all your characters sing their musical hearts out.

[cinnamoned]

Snow White l Mary Margaret Blanchard Height; 5 ft 6 in or 168 cm Weight; 55 kg or 121 pounds Visual; This actually varies between Snow and Mary Margaret. Both are kind of tiny, really, and carry themselves differently, with entirely different senses of style in comparison that will get more into the 'fashion' of this here. But basically, she's Snow White. Dark hair, pale skin, red lips. You know the drill, guys. She's pretty gorgeous, really. No major lasting scars or imperfections- somehow after everything with Regina and the rest. The main difference I figure is by now she's cut her hair shorter again in Each so there is that, her hair being more similar to Mary Margaret than Snow's longer mane of hair. Fashion; Snow is more often seen in pale dresses or the likes of her bandit getup - pants, fur and shirts with a cloak. Though mostly it is pants. Mary Margaret likes her coats, her skirts and hats on the other hand. Also, cardigans. Though chances are she'll be wearing things more along the lines of Snow here in Eachdraidh. Her main jewelry is really her wedding ring. She has a habit of turning it when nervous, for comfort. And to think she initially said it 'wasn't her style' after stealing it. Demeanour; Her demeanour can vary depending on her mood. She can be louder and much more feisty when angered, but for the most part she's pretty confident and friendly enough to talk to, if closed up on certain topics at least initially until she gets to know someone better. Snow is trusting and naive, yes, but she's also worthy of such loyalty from her people back home for good reason. She's more confident and feisty as Snow than the more timid Mary Margaret of her cursed self though. She's very much a mother and will instinctively reach out to comfort someone or take their hand easily. She has a habit of fiddling with her wedding ring sometimes when upset too. Her posture is pretty good, even if she herself is fairly casual a lot of the time after so long away from more formal occasions as a royal. Aural; Do they whistle while they work? Ha. Very funny, guys. But no, really. Snow/Mary Margaret does have her moment of humming along with birds at one point. She tends to be pretty direct, and generally says and shows whatever she is feeling in the moment. Rarely ever able to lie or hide something from those that know her well. She's fairly mild - calm and gentle most of the time. When upset, her voice breaks and that can sometimes make her take a moment. She was a teacher and raised as a royal, a princess, so there is that authority there but it's never completely overbearing in her tone or speech. Clip here for the apple scene as one example. Olfactory; I have never really thought about this one before. Perhaps cinnamon/lavender along with musk from books or dirt? Etc; And I think that's about it?

[wolvering]

Pod Height; short! (currently guessing about 4'10'' but I keep changing my mind) Weight; slight build! Probably not more than 100lbs Visual; Pod's hair is pure white (and currently cut short and goes everywhere. Her hair is the reason she got named "milkweed pod" so!) and her eyes are hazel. She looks in age, anywhere from about 12-14 or so, and is very small and slightly built. However, she's got a wiry strength to her, so if one should chance seeing her in short-sleeves, obvious muscle-tone. Fashion; Always, always in brown and green, as they're the colors of her guild. She almost exclusively wears tunics and breeches, and gets more made of the same cut and style. In winter she wears a thick woolen overtunic and then a heavy coat (brown of course) and gloves over that, but in summer she might even run around in a short-sleeved tunic. Always in sturdy boots, and usually running around with a bag of some sort with her. She wouldn't know what to do with a dress if someone dropped it on her head. Demeanour; Pod is always going full bore. She walks briskly and runs full out when she does. She's got a lot of energy and if she's talking with someone she might be bouncing in place if she's excited or fidgeting if she's upset. Usually she's smiling, and her smiles tend to be a little on the mischievous side. She talks with her hands a little bit, but not a lot. Aural; Pod speaks very clearly, but tends to be on the fast side, (especially when she's nervous). She laughs easily and well, and her laugh tends to be high and clear. She doesn't have an accent anyone else would recognize, but it probably has some faint similarities to the accents, say, of northern Europe or the celtic groups Olfactory;General impression: Musk and herbs! Pod keeps herself quite clean. Not baths every day (because getting all that hot water into the tub can be an undertaking!), but she does wash with a cloth each morning. So she smells like clean human, but she spends also all her time with a full grown male wolverine that hasn't been de-scented so musk everywhere. She also smells a lot like different herbs! Rosemary, lavender, and mint, etc. She never wears perfumes or anything, so it's only herbs that she uses in her ointments. Etc; Kiga!! He's a full grown wolverine that's big for a wolverine. About 60lbs or so. And he's always with Pod, so yes.

[gehennawind]

The Fledgling/Paloma C. Vasquez Height; 5'3"! Weight; Not even 120 lbs Visual; Petite, looks like anyone could break her in half, ethnically Egyptian/Mexican/Puerto rican. Big tilted brown eyes and thick brows/lashes, arched nose, full mouth. Short black hairfluff that does not stop curling. Dark circular birthmark near her left nostril, small. Visibly underfed with her clothes off (suffered from malnutrition in life), despite being hippy and stacked and having been VERY RUDELY described as a hot piece of ass. Fashion; BRIGHT COLORS. Gold! White! Pastels! Black and darker colors are the exception, not the rule. She is partial to sundresses and fluffy-collared coats above all else but has not managed to procure either in the Drabwurld, but Paloma has a tailor-mage for a friend who spoils her. She'll more often than not be encountered in lovingly embroidered dresses, feminine tunics, skirts with leggings underneath, and short overcoats. Girly girl in fashion, not always impractical. Demeanour; Shy, cautious, coming to terms with herself, a certain shade of excitable if one hits the right buttons. Earnest. Anxious. She stands straight, but her eyes watch everything. Twisting hands and fidgeting will betray her nervousness. Paloma only moves slowly if she's wandering or taking in the sights. Otherwise, she functions at slightly higher speeds than a human would on average. When she is more Kindred than anything else, Paloma's body language and movements have a liquid and deliberate quality to them. POST-TIMESKIP, her body language is CONSISTENTLY that of a predator at ease, except when something has rattled that. Otherwise it is abrupt. She will be not at all apologetic for existing and more certain of her place in the world. Aural; Serial hummer, a singer if she's comfortable. The more anxious or excited she is, the more rapid her speech. Has a quiet rasp, mellow-voiced with hints of an accent (Mexican-American in a Spanish-speaking household, speaks both it and English equally well). The longer she stays in the Drabwurld, the more vaguely poetic her word usage becomes. Olfactory; Paloma smells a little like dead leaves and copper. Etc; A FUN VOICE REFERENCE THAT IS ALSO QUIET MUSIC ABOUT GOING TO HELL.

[erythristic]

serial hummer that's so cute

[skjalf]

Elizabeth of York Height; 5'9" Weight; Around 140-150 lbs Visual; Tall and pleasantly round in the renaissance fashion. (Or she was; her diet is neither as rich or abundant as it was at court.) Her hair is long, curly and red, and she has bluish-grey eyes. Also, she is covered in freckles! Everywhere. They are highlighted when she blushes. Annnnd insofar as scars? Elizabeth has an arced half-circle on her right shoulder, and the mottled remnants of a burn on her left arm. These were both obtained during the fall of Caer Scima. Fashion; She has a penchant for the bell-sleeved gowns of the High Middle Ages, made from high quality material (brocade, velvet, silk). Purple is her favourite colour to wear, though during her year of mourning, she will wear black quite often. Or blue, which her canon at least lists as the official royal colour of mourning. Jewels are her thing: necklaces, earrings, kirtles—the works. And, no make-up. Demeanour; Elizabeth carries herself with grace and regalness, but her posture is too straight. Too tense. She is able to conceal her inner thoughts and emotions enough to keep them from showing upon her face. It shows in how she carries herself, however. When nervous, she twirls her hair around her fingers, and when angry or upset, she bunches her hands in her skirts. Otherwise, she moves as well as she dances: gracefully. Softly. Aural; Her voice is low and sweet, just as when she sings. (Obviously) being from England, her accent reflects that. Olfactory; For a girl from the Middle Ages, Elizabeth enjoys bathing more than most from her time. That being every few days. She uses fancy soap or floral oils, in order to smell as well as she can for as long as she can. If you catch her after she's been out hunting or riding, however, she will smell like horse. A lot. Etc;

[depicted]

Oh ow about those scars. ): I did not know blue was a royal mourning colour. The bit about her posture is saddening

[tacticalturtleneck]

Sterling Archer Height; 6'2'' Weight; 184 lbs Visual; STEELY BLUE EYES, LUXURIOUS BLACK HAIR and clearly super hot. Tall, not quite dark, and handsome. If he doesn't open his mouth, he's actually ridic hot I wish I was joking. Fashion; He wears super expensive shit. Mostly a grey suit with a grey tie and white shirt. Or black pants with a black tactical turtleneck. Demeanour; Super confident, super sexy, and pretty much full of himself. Seriously, girls can't get enough of this. Look at this mother fucker. Yes, he is incredibly arrogant and will tell everyone how awesome he is. Even if they don't want to listen to him. Seriously, go ahead and have a conversation. Somewhere in there, he'll bring up himself. He's also drunk all the time. This isn't an exaggeration. Archer is literally drinking 24/7. Even on missions. Aural; He often uses cultural references but if I were to pick the words he uses most, it's "Me, I, and like". He doesn't have any particular accent but he speaks fairly quickly, without stutter, and with absolute confidence that he's always right. Olfactory; Archer ironically doesn't smell at all. Spies can't wear cologne and shit. SHEESH. Etc;

[anarchos]

Bellamy Blake Height; ~6'0"?? Weight; probably at least 170/180lbs?? idek man Visual; Bellamy is Tall. He's toned, got mostly lean muscle?? He's strong enough to carry unconscious bodies in his arms like it's almost nbd. His body is littered in various scars, but nothing overtly distinguished! Annd his hair is brown/black and he's olive skinned with freckles. Fashion; C...lothes?? Tbh having clothing options is new. He sticks mostly to utilitarian stuff and dark colors anyway, things that are easy to move around in and inexpensive. The only thing he makes sure to wear when he leaves the house is at least one knife on his person. Like 50% of time probably also accessorizing with blood and grime. Demeanour; Default: intimidation. Bellamy usually carries himself to be high and imposing. He's very stiff and 90% of the time on guard, especially in meeting new people. Even when he's not trying to come across that way, he's very unintentionally aggressive looking?? Because he also an aggressive person in general and not afraid to get in someone's face. He's standoffish in most cases. But! He can be gentle with people he cares about, if the situation calls for it and he lets himself shift into that sort of thing. Otherwise please don't mind the near constant state of grump. Even friends must suffer through this. Aural; He's got a North American accent, and his voice is very deep and gravelly. He's working class from his world, and he definitely sounds it sometimes! Especially with faulty/improper grammar etc, and his language can be pretty coarse and gruff. His words are usually straight to the point and come across as rude, even when he... isn't trying to be. thanks youtube! (with bonus babby sister) Olfactory; blood and dirt no I have no idea??? Earthy?? If it were strictly canon, probably faintly like gunpowder too, but since he hasn't been dealing with guns, that's... faded. Probably just whatever soap he uses because BATHING is more possible now!!! Sandalwood or sage or something, he doesn't know, he doesn't pick it out. Etc; he's a fucking nerd

[oblivious_klutz]

Colette Brunel Height; 5'2" / 158 cm Weight; 97 lbs / 44 kg Visual; Well, how to really describe this one. She's small and petite, but obviously still growing at her age of sixteen. Her bangs kind of curl a bit in the center, and at the back her hair kind of curls inwards in the in-game sprite at least. She is nearly always smiling because ever the cheerful optimist. I guess the main physically odd thing for her is her wings. Which are kind of amazing because Symphonia and wings, hng. Yeah. Fashion; The only accessory she really has is her Cruxis Crystal at her neck, really. And you know. Cruxis Crystals being evolved exspheres, not a good idea to take it off. Anyway. She has her default outfit. I guess the main two others to show would be her formal one and the swimsuit. Overall really, she seems to enjoy lighter colours and is fairly modest with her clothing considering her status. Demeanour; Colette is a klutz. Yeah. She trips up a lot, apologizes a lot, flails a bit and often clutches her hands in front of her while speaking. She can be very animated at times, tends to be fairly relaxed and cheerful, even if her upbringing was more formal given her Chosen status. She's much more inclined to treat everyone as friends, and is fairly free with physical affection to those she's close to, though not as obvious about it as a certain other Chosen is. Aural; Cutscene and Coffee ftw for English va.& Japanese voice collection and Jap Flanoir scene for in-game example. She always does this fake giggle when she lies too, fyi. Olfactory; I have no clue. Prob mostly whatever shampoo or soap she uses if anything? Etc; Like I said. All the tripping.

[steadfasts]

CLARKE GRIFFIN Height; 5'5" Weight; 115lbs Visual; Clarke's fairly average height, working on building up her muscle mass in training over timeskip, pale, with blonde hair, and eyes that are either blue or grey, because they can never seem to agree on a day to day basis! More often than not her hair is styled the way it is in her icons (two pieces from each side pulled back, creating a halo effect), but when she's working in clinics it's either braided back or pulled into a ponytail. Also, unlike canon, she's not constantly covered in dirt/grime/blood, so that's- You know, it's an improvement. She has a number of scars from her adventures back in her world, but none that are overly notable or bound to cause immediate notice. Fashion; Honestly, Clarke's not all that worried about fashion. She could probably actually use some help with coordinating clothes in the Drabwurld. For the most part she probably wears mens trousers tucked into her combat boots from home and either steals shirts that Bellamy picked up from the Station, or wears anything that is passably comfortable to be bought at a market. She's- She honestly just wears what is comfortable and allows for movement, she should really just give in and ask someone for help on how to appropriately dress in this place. SOS fashion disaster. Demeanour; Unlike her co-leader counterpart, Clarke isn't all about the intimidation tactics. She's pretty fluid and open in her movements, there's nothing much stiff about her unless she's in a stressful or awkward situation. She's still learning how to travel over rougher terrain, so her steps are pretty hesitant in anything that isn't even ground. But for the most part, she's definitely going to walk with ease or purpose, all depending on the situation she's in. Find her at one of the spire clinics? Proper posture, shoulders back, a quick, steady gait. On the flipside, should you run into her at a market, her shoulders will be much more at ease, gait slower, posture fairly relaxed. Due to the results of a quest she'll be more on guard after July 2701, but she'll still be entirely approachable. Aural; Clarke comes from what's considered the 'upper class' in her world, so she's had a decent education. Most diplomacy is left to her, in part because she's well spoken. You can hear Clarke speaking here; mostly just your run of the mill North American accent with no real alteration to it. Nine times out of ten she speaks with confidence, and is shown to be able to take on the air of no-nonsense (wouldn't be able to lead a group of a hundred teenagers if she wasn't), but can just as easily soften herself and her voice to pair with her pretty great bedside manner. Olfactory; Since she spends time working in (and setting up) clinics, Clarke likely smells like a hospital. So... grossly clean/antiseptic after working! But she likes taking advantage of the fact that she has access to getting clean on a daily basis and bathes whenever she possibly can because yes, thank you, soaking in hot water is the best. She probably enjoys small pleasures in life like scented soaps so... more often than not it's likely she smells of something sweet. Honey and oats, lavender, chamomile -- anything that you could consider a calming soap, she probably has used it at some point. Etc; Clarke's actress can sing and play the guitar so y'know, get Clarke singing. do it.

[gandere]

Rin Tohsaka Height; 5'2" Weight; 103 lbs Visual; Thin and petite, Rin is every bit the Asian stereotype. Her hair is mostly described as black and her eyes are aquamarine like the gem. Most of her muscle is in her upper body due to her combat training prior to arriving in the Drabwurld and the bit of swordplay she's practiced here.     ✞ She has a lot of hair that seems to range in canon from rainbow brown to pitch black. Generally it's referred to in the Drabwurld as black. Touching her hair reveals there's a strong amount of magical energy within it.     ✞ While she mostly wears her hair in twintails, she mixes it up sometimes like this.     ✞ On Rin's right hand are three Command Seals that are a bright red. On her left is where her crest is located. HERE is a visual of both. Sometimes when she fights, the crest lights up and can be seen through her clothing due to the illumination.     ✞ There's a jagged scar in the space above her breasts that looks as if something tried to push itself out of her. For those who are able to detect shards, Rin's own isn't as deeply embedded as it should be.     ✞ Her canon sizes are B77/W57/H80 so yeah. That's a thing to mention, I guess. Fashion; Rin is meticulous when it comes to her appearances and goes through a lot of trouble to make sure she looks her finest at any given time. Yes, she uses her magecraft to make sure she's fully refreshed while traveling and is vain enough to check herself out in any reflective surface.     ✞ Her hair ribbons are a different color than her usual black at times, though she doesn't specifically state why that is when asked out loud.     ✞ Primarily wearing red and black, it's rare that Rin herself will stray away from these colors. When she does, it's usually by request or a gift (such as when she wore blue during a holiday party).     ✞ Prefers modern clothing and will go out of her way to get new things tailored specifically to match her wardrobe back home. Short skirts, tights, and long sleeved shirts. She's been known to wear pants on occasion.     ✞ Her underwear is probably the most intricate thing she owns. Not that anyone gets to see that. Unless they happen to be fighting her because she wears short skirts.     ✞ Night time clothing is mostly thick gowns in the winter and camisole shirts in the warmer months.     ✞ Her bathing suit is a two piece and likely custom because she's a spoiled girl like that.     ✞ When she travels, she wears a red velvet cloak in order to keep warm. Sometimes she can be seen wearing a red scarf that previously belonged to Waver Velvet.     ✞ She wears 2-3 different rings at any given time. One of them was a gift given to her by her Servant and is silver, enchanted by fairy magic. Another is a silver ring of a snake eating its own tail whose eyes flash between two different colors, matching the one that Waver wears. The third is one of a lighter color is cord-like in nature, a gift from Saber. The third is the one she rarely wears, often choosing to keep it locked up instead,     ✞ Often she has a jeweled cane with her or a white sword named Bakuya. Demeanor; While Rin is used to holding her head high and walking with pride, she is a young woman who is prone to outbursts. Most of her movements are fairly graceful all things considered due to the value placed on that kind of behavior in her home country though she's nothing compared to one who has been trained to behave that way. Most of her polite demeanor is an act however and once that's been revealed, people usually are incapable of thinking nicely towards her. In true form, Rin's a bit of a clumsy girl who often stammers and shrieks without any warning. As Shirou once thought, "Even when I put it nicely, she's sour, cranky, unapproachable, and she's so different that I want to scream out."     ✞ Rin is very expressive and not very good at hiding her feelings when she's caught off-guard.     ✞ She's a token tsundere so the more comfortable she is with someone, the more she slips up with being rude.     ✞ On the other hand, she's fiercely protective over that which she deems as her own and will fight anyone who says anything ill about them. Aural; While she's capable of speaking multiple languages, she's most proficient with Japanese and English. Often she speaks in a rushed tone, expecting others to keep up with her and this speed picks up with her excitement on a matter. There's plenty of hand movement when she speaks if her hands aren't busy with a cup of tea, which they should be. Who speaks to her without giving her tea?     ✞ Rin during the ritual to summon Archer.     ✞ Rin being her usual self.     ✞ Rin having a break down. This video actually displays all of her traits at once so it's probably the best even if it's from a gag series.     ✞ Rin's character song so if you ever wanted to hear her sing cheerfully, here you go.     ✞ Rin takes on a more serious tone when she's fighting naturally. Olfactory; While Rin doesn't have any perfume in the Drabwurld, she does have a lifestyle that leaves a few trace scents that are hard to cover up.     ✞ Rin often smells of her own blood (which is O for those who can tell that alone from smell) due to withdrawing her own and using it in her craft. All of her gems have a faint trace of it no matter what.     ✞ After a fresh bath, it's likely she smells like whatever floral oil is easily acquired for her area. She does use a lot of shampoo and conditioner due to the amount of hair she has after all.     ✞ Since she spends a lot of time caring for a young boy, she probably smells like his sweat, mud, poop, and everything else little boys get into at his age on occasion. Etc;

[vrykolakas]

THE BRUCOLAC Height; 6'1" Weight; surprisingly heavy Visual; Young-looking and handsome, built like a dancer but the kind of dancer who could potentially fuck you up. Ethnically mixed; his PB is Senegalese-Vietnamese, but neither of those places exist in Bas-Lag, and the Brucolac has no idea what went into his making, as it were. His most notable feature is his long, thick, rather wild dark hair. He has magic facial hair which he generally keeps neatly trimmed, and a fine network of scars which cover his entire body, but which are so delicate it's hard to see them save by firelight, which shows them up. He's not human; he's got a weird long forked tongue, creepy eyes and pointed dark claws for nails. Also freckles. In game alterations: + As of February, he began wearing thin ornamental braids in his hair in the style of the Northern wildlings of the Drabwurld. + Also as of February, he has mismatched eyes, which he doesn't seek to hide too often. The left is his original dark brown-black eye with normal circular pupil, prone to flashing red or gold in light, but the right is a bright gold colour with a cat's slit pupil. + What with the slow enhancement of his shadow magic, he now tends to trail illogical shadows rolling at his heels. + He has a white snake tattoo along his right arm which is only visible in moonlight. + On the back of his right hand (in the crook of the snake's neck, when it's visible) is a neat black circular design, abstract and unpleasant to look at, somehow suggesting multiple eyes or mouths or wings in ways which are difficult to parse. Fashion; The Brucolac is a neat dresser, preferring plain dark styles, well-cut and of good fabric. He wears tunics and leggings or breeches and doublets, usually long-sleeved and high-necked things, and very sturdy boots. Though he doesn't feel the cold, he is usually seen wearing layers and a cloak and occasionally furs—purely for the reason that many of his citizens, living as they do in the frozen North, have made warm clothing fashionable in Srathmarbh. Special occasions may see him in slightly more ornate outfits; he has no fear of androgyny, and doesn't at all mind flowing robes and skirts on such occasions. He also has some lightweight black plate armour made of metal with an oily dark sheen, which looks rather scaly and slippery. Most notable about his armour are his clawed gauntlets. He wears a chain about his neck, on which is a set of dogtags, a large key and a small glass vial. These are always kept beneath his clothing. On his wrist is a very battered and thin red ribbon, tied too tight to come off, one end singed and threadbare. Demeanour; The Brucolac moves with the attitude of one who knows where he's going; he takes long, loping strides, does multiple things at once, and is often seen in the centre of a bustle but rarely moves frantically. (When he's really in a rush, he moves too quick to be seen). When he thinks, however, he drums his fingers, and plays with strips of shadow which his magic allows him to manipulate. When he's nervous, he ups the fearsome ante, stops all fidgeting and moves quicker, as if charging towards whatever he's anxious about will make it more scared of him than he is of it. Ultimately, the best way to deduce his mental state from his body language is to look at his tongue, which is as truthful as a cat's tail; when he's in a good mood, comfortable with the people he's with, he lets it loll out; uncomfortable over-formality will see him keeping it behind his teeth; when he's nervous he flicks it in and out, tastes the air over and over; anger usually ends with him rolling it out as a kind of scare tactic. Aural; A scratchy, whispery half-voice born of a permanently fucked-up set of vocal cords; he's prone to sibilance and generally sounding like A Creepy Villain. He certainly has some kind of accent, but it's difficult to pin down under all that rasping, and it twinges all over the place; former denizens of Earth might recognise occasional inflections that sound vaguely Australian, or Irish, or South African. It is, of course, none of these, being a jumble of accents picked up from his world back home over the course of centuries. The Brucolac swears. He swears with great relish and great ingenuity, and considers it one of his finest features. He is not at all without an ear for the poetic, and his speech is often flamboyant, but he wastes no time with such things when there's important, time-sensitive information to be imparted. Olfactory; Strong soap and sea-salt, and a touch of coppery blood. Those who can scent these things can immediately tell he's a walking dead body. Etc;

[jaywalks]

MAKO Height; 6'2.5" Weight; 200 lbs Visual; lean, dorito shaped, BEAUTIFUL BICEPS and delicate wrists and ankles. golden III on the back of his right hand, crescent chainsaw scar across abdomen, various faded burns and knife scars on his fingers. Fashion; [ muffled thrift shop playing in the distance ] i mean.... he dresses a lot in dark colors, mostly greys and blacks, but hes been wearing a lot of dark blues lately because it's the least court associated color he can pick off the top of his head &mdas; and he's almost always wearing his scarf. clothes from home. nearly always wears gloves, and when he's serving cuidigh le marquis duty, he wears his police uniform from home. generally speaking, he goes for clothes that have shapes he is more used to from home: long coats, trousers with plenty of room for movement, tall boots. Demeanour; he has a wide stance, usually resting his weight on the balls of his feet, like he's ready to run off at any second -- except when he's in uniform, and trying to keep up his best posture. HE SITS LIKE A HOE, legs always spread. he's almost perpetually salty by default, with the exception of being around a few people. if he were an animal, he'd be a cat. Aural; a grown up version of the kid from "married with children" Olfactory; Soap, aftershave, and clean woodsmoke most of the time! sometimes he'll smell more like food he's been cooking, or any medicines he's been working with, but the smoke smell is always a constant. he can't get rid of it. Etc; ex-thug cop with the reading level of a precocious eleven year old.

[conservationist]

Houtarou Oreki Height; 176 cm (5'9") Weight; 62 kg (135 lbs) Visual; Japanese teenager with a perpetual frown. He's considered on the attractive side (according to his friend), but he has a reputation for eccentric laziness at his school so he doesn't actually attract people often in practice. He doesn't have any big distinguishing features (unless he just woke up, in which case his bed-head is exceptional), but his expression and body language are very communicative! Fashion; He primarily dresses in muted tones, modestly, for comfort and warmth. He isn't slovenly (some exceptions made for being at home alone) but doesn't particularly pay attention to fashion. Demeanour; He's usually very calm and collected; exceptions are primarily due to cute girls showing an interest in him, at which point all bets are off and he can get a bit anxious or frazzled. He's often laconic and can be a bit sarcastic and passive-aggressive if he feels his desire for peace and quiet is not being respected, but otherwise he's fairly respectful of others. He's often tired and it shows in his body language; he relaxes whenever he has the opportunity. Aural; In normal circumstances he speaks smoothly and confidently; there are many exceptions in Each since he's so far out of his element, and frequently frazzled to an unusual degree (he still has no idea how to handle 99% of this fantasy life bullshit, okay?). He's often quiet; he'll still have conversations normally, but he tends to willingly disappear or fade in the background if others are taking the spotlight. This is a little difficult to pull off in RP since naturally he's expected to talk when he's actually active in a thread or log, but you can assume he's on the quiet side in-between threads. Olfactory; He normally wears deodorant but has trouble finding any that suits him in the Drabwurld. He's used to a pretty high standard of personal cleanliness so he'll probably want to bathe frequently when he's able, and not being able to bathe bothers him. But when traveling, etc., he'll just have to be bothered -- nothing much to be done about it on the open road. So he'll probably just smell like boy. Or forest. Etc; He's utterly mundane, and doesn't know the first thing about "magic" (and really hates that he has to try to reason about "magic" at all). Also: even without magic he's easily "charmed" by even slight female interest, so assume that to actual charm magic he's utterly defenseless.

[enthraller]

Saralegui Height; 5'7" Weight; 110 lbs. Visual; Saralegui is described on multiple occasions as being very pretty (and by a protagonist who insists he's heterosexual, at that). He has a thin, delicate build and a feminine face, with long pale blond hair and gold eyes. He has two scars, a narrow arrow puncture almost right in the middle of his chest from back home, and a jagged little gash on his left forearm from here. His other arm bears the Midnight Court tattoo only visible under moonlight, a white snake wrapping around his wrist with the head on the back of his hand. Those unlucky enough to witness his creepy hypnotic shit will notice (if allowed to remember the situation) that his eyes glow a pale blue on those occasions. Fashion; Most noticeably, Saralegui almost always wears a pair of lavender-tinted glasses. But other than that, he accessorizes very little. He does paint his nails, but usually just with a clear varnish. He likes layering with loose, flowing fabrics, belted around the hips or with a sash, and usually with bell sleeves and boots. The fabric colors tend towards simple neutrals with jewel tones for more formal affairs. More used to cold weather and stuffy nobility, he generally always wears long sleeves and pants under looser robes and skirt-like things. His boots have a bit of a heel to them, perhaps to help give him the height to stand among the older circles he tends to run in back home. Demeanour; Perfect posture with all the poise and grace you'd expect from a king, Saralegui's perfected a sort of approachable regality, confident and self-assured without any of the stiffness or distance that might drive others away. He's oftentimes touchy, especially with those he particularly likes or is flirting with for whatever reason, and in those cases he'll find excuses to lay a hand on a shoulder or link his arm with the other person's. He's very much aware of standard social rules, but he likes finding excuses to invade others' personal bubbles (where he can get away with it, at least). When sitting, he usually crosses his legs and oftentimes leans back into the seat like it's a throne. Aural; Saralegui was raised in a palace and it's definitely reflected in how he speaks, but he generally aims for a way of speaking that's just a little bit more relaxed and slightly less formal (better to appear easygoing and likable). His manner of speaking is smooth, above all else -- he rarely stammers or trips over words or mumbles. He's a skilled actor with a lot of experience in playing whatever part is necessary to get what he wants, and he adjusts his manner in any situation to best suit it, but when all that is stripped away and he's being genuine, he's got a confident, teasing, sometimes slightly condescending manner when talking to others. Olfactory; No perfumes or anything, but he does like nice-smelling shampoo and soap. Most of the time, he has a subtle vanilla and lavender scent. Etc; swoons forever over that voice

[depicted]

His boots have a bit of a heel to them, perhaps to help give him the height to stand among the older circles he tends to run in back home
A COOING NOISE

akira ishida strikes again

[akweks]

Connor (Ratonhnhaké:ton) Height; ~6'4" / 1.9m Weight; ~220lbs Visual; Tall and built like a moose. Not that he looks like a body builder, but he is very visibly a physically strong person who does a lot of physical activity. He has straight black hair that is around shoulder-length, though he usually keeps it half-up except for a small braid at the left side. Strong features, brown eyes. He has a small scar on his right cheek and a larger, circular one in his abdominal region from where he got impaled by a rod a few years back. Fashion; HE WEARS THE SAME THING EVERY DAY. LITERALLY. It has a lot of layers: 18th century underclothes (basically a shirt. yeah.), breeches, moccasins, thigh-high buckskin leggings, military shirt, more belts than a Final Fantasy character can shake a stick at, fingerless gloves, bracers, and his Assassin robes (which is basically just a long military coat with a hood). On the rare occasion he wears something else, it will edge toward 18th century in fashion. In canon, he wears a ship's captain uniform when he is on his ship, but since he doesn't have a ship here, he doesn't have the uniform. Demeanour; Connor is a very guarded person; he is largely very stoic and taciturn around people he doesn't know, particularly if they are men who hold a certain aggressive/powerful demeanor themselves. He's polite to people who are polite, and short with people who are aggressive. Despite this caution around strangers, he warms up easily, and is a very caring and devoted friend. He's confident in most situations and moves with a purposeful fluidity; characters who note such things should be able to tell that he's highly trained in combat just by the way he moves. He is often very serious and occasionally prone to brooding, but can be easily drawn out of it. He doesn't really like touching people he doesn't know, and will often stare pretty rudely at people's hands if they try to shake on first meeting. Aural; Example. Connor speaks very purposefully and seriously, to the point where it's edging on formal; he comes from the 18th century, so his word choice reflects that. On the other hand, he has a tendency to not speak more than necessary, especially in a tense situation, and can be downright rude if he's busy. When he's with friends/people he likes, he speaks more gently and kindly, and has even been known on occasion to laugh and joke around! Wow! When he's angry, his tone gets more of a cutting quality to it, and he is not particularly calm during an argument. Olfactory; Considering Connor wears literally the same thing every day and he does a lot of work outside, he is going to smell like the outdoors in every pleasant and unpleasant way imaginable, simultaneously. Think mud and trees and grass and leather and rain and sweat and blood, all at once. He spends a lot of time with horses, so horses probably also. BUT YOU KNOW, HE BATHES, contrary to popular belief about 18th century hygiene, so he doesn't stink to high heaven tyvm. Etc; Misc facts: He is lactose intolerant, a virgin, and has a neat extra-sensory ability that allows him to read someone's immediate intent or notice details that a typical person may overlook. It makes playing poker with him really hard (i'm kidding, he doesn't know what poker is).

[slugout]

JUNPEI "ACE DEFECTIVE" IORI Height; 170.5 cm / 5'7" Weight; roughly 63.5 kg / 140 lbs Visual; it's hard to tell, but after a year of fighting shadows junpei's almost all lean muscle, in a gangly "i'm not done growing into my shoulders" kind of teenager way. he keeps his hair cropped short back home, but it's harder to get a buzz out here in the draubworld; it's getting longer. grey eyes, and no scars to speak of, except for one suspiciously bullet-looking on by his heart... :D Fashion; terrible. super 2009 in all the bad ways. puffy jackets with the stupid fur lined hoods. d-bag popped collars, stupid belt buckle, CHAIN ON HIS WALLET.... literally every bad fashion choice possible. he wears his school uniform most of the time, since it's... actually really durable, and if he has armor on, it'll be underneath that. in terms of native clothing he's collected, it's not much more than a ridiculous cloak in the style of the starks, some new boots and a ridiculously cheesy helmet with wings on it because he's really cool like that. Demeanour; he's kind of clumsy! which is why he will never ever ever be able to learn how to sword fight and is just gonna act like its a baseball bat for the rest of his life. he has a tendency to play with his hat when he's nervous or doesn't want to be open about things. Aural; this! Olfactory; OLD SPICE, PROBABLY. Etc; ok but wait until he gets older

[prissykid]

Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu Height; ~5'5" when 15, ~6' when adult Weight; On the lower side of average Visual; Joshua has ash blond hair that comes down to his chin. It's a touch wavy, but purposefully messy and very soft to the touch. His eyes are purple and reveal nothing. He has a slender build and generally he looks well-groomed. All in all, Joshua doesn't look like the kind of person you'd want with you in a fight or like you can easily take him down, which is exactly how he wants it to be. Fashion; He dresses casually and comfortably, but he does pay attention to style and how his clothes match. His tastes can run expensive since he does so love his tailored suits. However, Joshua does wear girls' clothes without giving a damn...and, frankly, he has the build to really pull it off. He'll even wear feminine earrings, purses, and naval piercings, he doesn't even care. If it looks good on him, he'll wear it. Demeanour; Joshua looks infuriatingly calm, casual, and vaguely amused. He moves with purpose, grace, and confidence. No question fazes him or if it does, then he's scarily good at hiding it. When he's standing, he'll have one hand in his pocket, and every now and then he'll glance behind him. Sitting down, he'll have almost unconsciously perfect posture. Perhaps the only change that happens when he's around people he trusts is that he's a little more genuinely relaxed. It's very subtle, though. Aural; Very well educated and exceptionally good at sounding condescending. He can wax on poetic when he's critiquing food, but, generally, he calculates his words. He knows exactly what to say to get someone upset or ticked off, but at the same time make them think or spill the truth. Joshua can be almost cruelly blunt when he needs/wants to be. For the most part, though, the way he phrases his sentences can allow him to say more or less than what he's actually said. Not to mention, he enjoys making people fill in the blanks since that's the easiest way to hide something. Joshua essentially is a master of lying through omission while building those lies on a grain of truth. His voice is on the higher side of the mid-tone spectrum. He's voiced by Aaron Spann and here is a link to everything he's ever voiced as Joshua in TWEWY. My favorite part, however, is Joshua's Giggle, which is amazingly indescribable and you must hear it if you don't know Joshua at all. It's a second long but it's amazing. Also, apologies for the low sound quality, but it was the best I could find. Olfactory; Joshua just smells fresh and clean, maybe with a faint hint of something citrusy or flowery. Ironically, he doesn't bother with colognes. Etc; the answer is no, it's never good enough

[fell_to_hell]

Nico di Angelo Height; 5'4" Weight; ~112lbs but he's been starting to eat better! He's got an appetite and gained a couple pounds! Still...not...good enough, though. Visual; Nico di Angelo has scruffy, silky black (or dark brown) hair, almost at his shoulders. His eyes are described to be exactly like his mother's, so I put it at dark brown, but looks pitch black at a distance. He used to have a spark of either madness or genius in his eyes, but that has since been replaced with a "sad and kind of empty" look, "as if he'd stared into the depths of Tartarus--which he had." His skin color used to be a darkish olive, but a combination of spending time in the Underworld, Tartarus, and slowly dying inside a bronze jar has since made his skin a paler, almost sickly, olive. He's been starting to regain that color, though, as he spends his time out in the sun. The last thing to mention is that Nico does have scars from various wounds inflicted by monsters and other bladed weapons. Hey, practicing sword skills with the dead means accidents happen. ...A lot. Fashion; Currently, Nico wears Caer Glaem fashion, but in black. Maybe it has some other color, though I'd say he would favor silver to accent the black. He wears a silver skull ring on his index finger, and he'll fidget with it when he gets in a brooding or nervous mood. What he normally wears in his universe is a black shirt with some sort of skull/skeleton theme, black jeans, and a leather aviator jacket. His aviator jacket is currently in his room in Caer Glaem, safe and sound so that it doesn't get completely destroyed. After his disintegrated in canon, he's not letting that thing outside of Caer Glaem. Demeanour; He stands tall and tense, prepared to fight for his life at the slightest indication. When Nico's sitting, he's slightly more relaxed, but that depends on where he is and whether he feels comfortable being there. In a place that's safe, he's more likely to lean back in his chair and kind of slouch. If the place is safe, but he feels uncomfortable, then he's going to be a little more tense and crosses his arms. Either way, Nico puts up psychological walls and tries to keep people from knowing his thoughts. He also speaks with his hands. With most people, his gestures are closer to his body and don't have a whole lot of energy. However, once someone gets him to talk about something he really enjoys or he's completely relaxed around the person, Nico's gestures become bigger and more expressive. Aural; His accent is most likely a neutral American accent, if not a DC accent. Nico's voice is rough, sort of low, but not deep. If he curses, it's usually in Ancient Greek or Italian. Olfactory; Nico smells like earth and pomegranates. Etc;

[jaywalks]

aggressively feets lots of delicious fattening foods

[reticence]

Faolan Height; 5'6" / 168cm Weight; ~62 kg / ~136 lbs Visual; "This fellow had not the red hair, the broad, fair-complexioned features that were most common to the men of Dalriada. Instead, the young warrior was long of face, dark of hair, a man of wiry, muscular build. He could almost have been one of their own save that his skin bore no evidence of the tattoist's needles and colors. Every seasoned fighter of the Priteni wore his battle marks with pride, alongside his signs of origin, the creatures and symbols that told his kinship. After the spring campaign both Bridei and Gartnait should have earned the first of the combat decorations for themselves. This man's skin bore no such patterns and that, as much as anything, marked him out as alien in this place. For all his injury, which was bleeding steadily, the captive walked with purpose, eyes straight ahead, shoulders square. Bridei could not shake the sense that he himself was being assessed. If one grew up with a druid as a teacher, one learned to observe men subtly, to read the breath, to interpret the slightest change in the eye. It was the eyes of this man that were disconcerting above all. They were like the eyes of those killers in the Dark Mirror, the forces that had swept through the Vale of the Fallen, long ago, and taken all that lay in their path. Those eyes were devoid of both pity and hope; they saw only the task ahead of them and knew only the will to complete it. An army with such a look would be hard to withstand. It would, Bridei thought with a shiver, be near impossible to lead. Such men would fight without awareness of their own mortality. They would kill without the knowledge of their enemy's humanity. A fell force indeed." For my PB for Faolan I have chosen Jamie Dornan's portayal of the Huntsman in Once Upon a Time, who is basically perfect for him. Faolan not very tall, not very short, not too handsome, but not too ugly either. He excels in knowing just the right way to be invisible in any crowd of people. His hair is brown and he keeps it cut short and out of his way. His eyes are dark and are probably the most expressive part of his face. He's only roughly 29 but he looks closer to 35. Life has been hard on him, but more likely that is for the fact that he rarely ever truly smiles, giving him a rather forbidding look. For the most part he is someone you would look over in a crowd. He isn't usually clean-shaven, nor does he generally grow a beard, but somewhere artistically in the middle of that. In terms of scarring, Faolan has quite a lot from canon, including a nasty scar on his upper right arm (an old arrow wound), another in his upper left (another arrow wound, only a couple years old), around his wrists and ankles (shackles, so old they are barely noticable at this point), on his left shoulder (from wolves, pretty bad, only a couple years old), on his right knee (also from wolves, very bad, only a couple of years old, an injury that traveled deeper than just the skin that gives him trouble when he's on his feet for too long/when it rains/when he's too physical). A random thing to note - in healing his hands from the jabberrot he's had to magically regenerate/regrow quite a lot of muscle and skin, so rather than having scarring from that, his hands and arms when he first recovered were as soft and smooth as a lady's man who's never seen a day of hard work in his life, and he's been working ever since on trying to build those back up. He also has a little blue star crudely tattooed behind his right ear, although this is usually hidden by his hair, which he keeps just long enough to cover it. Also, in the middle of his chest he bears the seal of the Seelie court, courtesy of Solais herself. Fashion; Faolan dresses practically for every occassion, though his outfits are meticulously chosen not to bring attention to him, for better or for worse. Therefore they generally change depending on where he is and what he is doing. He does wear a lot of leathers as they are more durable and similarly dark colors because they allow him to sneak around in the shadows more easily. In the drabwurld Faolan wears a lot more jewelry than he used to, including a bone ring, a golden ring emblazoned with the symbol of a dagger trapped in a sun, and a plain black stud earring. He also wears a plain silver ring on a chord around his neck. Demeanour; "There was a perfect image of Faolan in her mind, correct in every detail: his strength, his kindness, his courage. His reticence; his wariness. Those things were the essence of the man." Faolan is rather straightforward and to the point. There was a time when he stopped to appreciate the roses but that time in his life has passed, mostly. He is frequently described as being wary, reticent, perhaps a little forbidding. He is a private man who holds his cards close to his chest. He carries himself in such a way that speaks of a man with utmost control over everything he says and does, and for the most part that is the case. His eyes and the expressions they hold at times are perhaps the only true windows in, and even those are generally guarded. His posturing speaks of a cool confidence in himself and his abilities. He has a dry, wry sense of humor, is quick-witted, and at times can put his foot in it by being too honest or too blunt or too sharp, etc. He can school his expression into whatever he wants when need be, but for the most time speaking to someone he is watching and taking in everything they say and do, and every little thing they don't say and do, making note of it all, storing and sorting through the information as he goes. In a difficult moment he still keeps his expression mostly blank but one might be able to see the wheels turning a mile a minute in his head. He does a lot of eyebrow raising when he doesn't need to keep his cool, and a fair share of sighing as well. His true smile, when he does smile, is all the more sweet in its rarity. Aural; Faolan's speaking voice is mid-ranged but well-formed, his accent softly lilting Gaelic (just like Jamie Dornan's). He rarely raises his voice and instead chooses to use his sharp tongue and quick wit to cut an argument down fast. (Although that is not to say that he never raises his voice at all.) When he speaks, the words he chooses are usually business-like, not too formal but not too personable either. He does not make a habit of over-using honorifics, for example. He has learned to mimic other accents from his own to disguise his Gaelic identity with ease, and it stands to reason in a crunch he'd be able to mimic anyone's accent that he's heard enough of (assuming their translation system works like that). Faolan's singing voice - for he was/is a bard and this is important - is soft, sweet, and resonant. He can and has made grown men cry through song before. He has an expert grasp on channeling the emotions of a piece, and excels especially with the more sorrowful ones. Olfactory; Faolan does not wear any special scents (it's harder to sneak around if you can smell him coming). Similarly he tries to keep himself relatively clean (by medieval standards especially), so that he doesn't stink (and so you don't smell him coming that way). For the most part he's pretty much just au naturale, though. Faolan's natural smell itself is a rather earthy and complex. He wears a lot of leathers so he generally smells like warm leather and a bit like sweat (those leathers can get warm sometimes), but not in a bad way. He spends a lot of time out of doors when he can so pine, autumn leaves, and fresh air are also smells to be associated with Faolan. Etc;

[knightscode]

You forgot that Faolan probably also sometimes smells like dog and dragon



what does a dragon even smell like I have no idea but YOU KNOW

[thole]

Remus Lupin Height; 6'2" / 188cm Weight; lean; ~150lbs / 68kg Visual; Remus is a tall, lanky looking man, with a friendly face and a mischievous twinkle in his eye at times. He gives off the general sort of 'professor' vibe such that his friends would joke and call him that long before he actually became professor Lupin for real. He has an alarming amount of scarring that he tries to hide with long sleeves and long trousers, although there is some of it that has snuck up his neck and onto his face that he can't really do anything about. Most of it is faded, although the scars themselves are of varying intensity, some pencil thin, some angry - obviously quite the wound back when he first got them. He has a large angry scar on his right shoulder, the most faded of them all, that has been stretched and distorted over the years but is still a clear and visible bite mark - the remnants of Greyback's attack on him, as a young boy. He has dark brown eyes and soft brown hair, although it is graying at the temples and has been doing so for some time now. The graying is from the stress of the transformation and his everyday life - it first appeared when he was in school, after he nearly lost his life following the Prank, and only got slowly but steadily more pronounced from there. It makes him look much older than the 33 that he is. Still, despite the kindly, professorly face that he generally has, he was and always will be a Marauder, and there's something of that twinkle in him as well, when you can coax it out. Fashion; Remus is generally prone to dressing rather frumpily, his clothes old, worn, and patchy. He's not used to having a lot of money nor the ability to acquire much money on his own, nor does he really feel comfortable accepting handouts from others, a combination which leads to him getting a lot of items cheap and second-hand. He makes the best of it though, and the look suits him. His normal attire back home featured a lot of sensible cardigans and trousers. Here in the drabwurld he's learned to have to accept some handouts, since he can't live off of what he had brought with him forever, but even what he finds is still mostly the same. Sensible, safe, and reserved. If there's anything that will call attention to him, it's his personality, not his attire. Demeanour; Remus has a way of moving that's smooth, controlled, and perhaps more deliberate than the normal person would be. Part of that is because sometimes he's doing his best to hide the fact that he's in pain for one reason or another - the moon is waxing and pulling on his bones, the moon is waning and he's coming from a transformation but doesn't want you to know that. The wolf does have a lot to do with his behavior, for where the wolf is chaos, Remus himself strives to be the opposite of that - to prove to everyone that he is the man not the monster within. As such, he is overly pleasant and understanding, to the point of an extreme at times, especially because the wolf is quick to anger and set off. He is patient to the extreme and is generally very quiet, sedentary, and still, again sometimes to mask the fact that within himself he's ready to burst apart at the seams, or perhaps because he really is that relaxed. One would never know which by looking at him unless you truly understood him on a very, very personal level. Aural; Remus has a very calm, smooth way of speaking that generally does have the effect of drawing the listener in - it was very helpful for when he was teaching. In a conversation with him, it's clear that he is listening and that you matter to him personally, regardless as to what the conversation might be about. His voice is not all that deep, and is not all that melodious either, but he does have a way of drawing the listener in and making them feel appreciated with it that is difficult to otherwise explain. It is because speaking to Remus is so comforting and rewarding that it is especially jarring when you find yourself in a situation where he is disappointed with you. Basically he's that really great professor you always want to please and have on your good side, and feel ashamed in yourself just for having disappointed - he doesn't need to raise his voice against anyone, he simply has that effect. As for Remus' accent, his mother was Welsh and his parents met in Wales while his father was there on business, so his accent is probably something like the accent from around Worcestershire? (Have a video of some guy doing the accent challenge with said accent, lmao) Olfactory; Remus doesn't wear any special smells specifically, although he is a modern man so he does bathe on a regular basis and therefore generally smells pretty clean and fresh. He spends a lot of time in libraries doing research and as such generally acquires something of that comforting, musty book smell about him, and because of Padfoot he smells a little bit doggy at times too, but not in a bad way. He likes to do his work outside where and when he can so he can smell like fresh grass and other clean, earthy smells that one would get while sitting on a cleanly groomed lawn with a book in one's lap. There's a little bit of spice in there as well, and a little hint of danger, for those that can smell the wolf on him. Etc;

[depicted]

WHY IS HE SO DAMNED TALL
STOP THAT

I really like the description of his voice.
But Dorian is saddened at the description of his fashion. Repeatedly.

[allures]

Effy Stonem Height; 5'6" Weight; 115-125 lbs. Visual; Long dark brown hair, blue eyes fair & pale skin and her face is dusted with freckles. She's fairly thin and almost delicate looking, but since being in Eachdraidh she's gained some muscle weight and has become somewhat toned! She has no scars, and her hair has become longer from not being cut. She tends to keep her hair straightened, but without a straightener that's kind of out of the picture, so it's somewhat wavy. She keeps it neat, though. Fashion; Black leather and boots, the end. She doesn't stray from darker colors and in the summer she'll wear fishnet stockings, ripped tights or pants, with boots and a simple dress, or switch it up from time to time and throw on a white shirt. There will be an occasional blue piece of clothing in her wardrobe, maybe. Shorts and tights are her comfort zone at home, but she's branched out since then. Her closet isn't very colorful, but it's fashionable. Her style is out of the ordinary and since being in Eachdraidh she's started collecting more leathers and winter clothes, along with lighter clothes for the summer. She doesn't wear things that really show off her figure unless she's going out, but the clothes she does pick hint at out skinny she is. She tends not to wear much makeup, and if she does, it's simple black liner on her eyes (maybe some color) with little mascara. She never does anything too crazy. Demeanour; She's quite beautiful with an air of mystery, and boys (and girls) tend to flock to her. She doesn't act like she doesn't notice, either, and uses it to her advantage. She stands up straight and with purpose, and she walks like she owns the place. Any time Effy enters the room, she's noticed, and she knows she's noticed. She makes a point not to be seen when she's upset, and when someone does happen to upset her, she will either confront them or walk away from the argument if it doesn't mean enough to her. It takes a lot for her to lose her straight face, so in that sense, she's quite tough. Aural; English, a bit scratchy. Not too high of a voice, but aside from the slight hoarseness, her voice is smooth and even. She knows exactly what to say and when to say it and has no issues with speaking up (no hesitation/stutters/etc). Her confidence leaves no room for that. She speaks fairly quickly and despite having gone to a strange public college, she started out in a very expensive school, and in general is quite smart. She may not sound like it all the time, but her cleverness fits into her tone of voice quite well and leaves her sounding more educated than she was. It helps that she goes out of her way to learn things on her own, but she throws around swears like it's nothing. "Fuck" "shit" etc, it's common language to her. If she's angry, her tone becomes much more viscious and biting, wheras when she's upset )and i'm talking crying) she will stammer, hesitate, and even have trouble finding her own words. Olfactory; Hints of cigarettes and earthy scents. She spends lots of time outside, but with the soaps she grabs she probably also tends to smell like cedarwood most of the time! Etc;

[hiddeninfidelity]

Character Name Mordred | aka. Saber of Red

Height; 5 feet even.
Weight; 90lbs
Visual;
Mordred is physically a clone of her father Arturia in her prime and could easily be mistaken for the King of Knights at first glance. Unlike her father however, Mordred tends to wear her hair up in a pony tail, rather then coiled in a braid on the back of her head.
Fashion;

She typically wears either her trademark armor, seen here, which she sometimes couples with a cloak adorned with a lion-themed pin, both of which were gifts from her father. Her day to day wear is typically a bit more eccentric and consists of this biker chick get-up with matching jacket.

Demeanour;
Mordred tends to carry herself in a very confident manner that belies her cocky personality and generally overinflated sense of self. When confronted or angered however, she will often become defensive and more childish then usual.

Aural;
She tends to speak in a slightly old fashioned manner befitting her station as a knight that is often peppered with a fair amount of posturing. Like her attitude, Mordred's tone of voice tends to become more hurried and vulgar when she is angry or frustrated.

Olfactory;
If you were close enough to smell her, however that may have happened, Mordred most likely smells quite decent. Save for on days when she's been walking around in her armor all day, in which case she most likely smells quite rank.

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