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.
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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.