Height; 175 cm out of heels. Weight; loudly shrugs
General Appearance; Pale, and more toned than anything else in her frame, with ridiculously long red hair and red glasses (nearsighted, like all reapers). Her teeth are serrated like a shark's, and her eyes are a marker of her being a reaper-a specific shade of yellow green with a second ring. Though she takes care to never let it be visible, stretching across her chest is a thick scar from where she was cut by a death scythe. Most injuries she heals from fast enough that there are no scars left behind.
Physical Mannerisms; While in general she keeps herself poised and confident, as an self-described actress, she's well aware of how body language can impact an entire conversation, and she changes depending on what's needed. A serious situation can have her absolutely upright and still--almost "at attention"--while something between friends can have her reclining and flinging her arms out to convey her dismay with a turn of events. She uses her hands every now and then to emphasize a point if her voice is not enough, and also to adjust her glasses when they slip down too much. When at rest, she prefers to be still, conserving her energy for a second. She's quite graceful, and a lot of her major actions--running, fighting, dancing, etc.--have more fluidity to them than a human produces.
Verbal Mannerisms; Grell likes adding a dramatic flair to her sentences, which means she stresses more words than normal to convey whatever emotion she wants to get across. She has a somewhat formal manner of speaking, given her time period, and sometimes her sentences sound more ripped from a bad romance novel than something a person actually says. Depending on how well she knows a person, she'll refer to them with some manner of title--Mr./Miss, Lord/Lady, etc.--or by name if they are close enough. Half politeness, half out of habit, though she mixes the formal titles with pet names on occasion either out of affection or to potentially piss someone off. She does not swear except when severely motivated to do so. To those that would recognise it, she has an English Received Pronunciation accent, and her voice is lower pitched.
Fashion; In canon she's used to more or less a uniform suit (even if she pushes the boundaries of dress code), and in the Drabwurld she's taken a much greater shine to dresses and the like (reds, neutrals, the very rare blue or violet) when she doesn't need to be entirely active. When she does, she falls back on a simple pants-blouse-gloves combo, though no matter where or what she's doing she wears some sort of boots, usually heeled, and when she leaves Caer Scima she is usually armed with a sword or knives.
However, she is always modest in what she chooses to wear, always in long sleeves and with her skirts touching the floor, never letting her neckline go more than an inch past her collarbone. She also pairs her glasses with a long chain that she nearly always wears.
Etc; She possesses the ability to change her appearance temporarily with effort. Behold, the power of disguise.
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Height; 175 cm out of heels.
Weight; loudly shrugs
General Appearance; Pale, and more toned than anything else in her frame, with ridiculously long red hair and red glasses (nearsighted, like all reapers). Her teeth are serrated like a shark's, and her eyes are a marker of her being a reaper-a specific shade of yellow green with a second ring. Though she takes care to never let it be visible, stretching across her chest is a thick scar from where she was cut by a death scythe. Most injuries she heals from fast enough that there are no scars left behind.
Physical Mannerisms; While in general she keeps herself poised and confident, as an self-described actress, she's well aware of how body language can impact an entire conversation, and she changes depending on what's needed. A serious situation can have her absolutely upright and still--almost "at attention"--while something between friends can have her reclining and flinging her arms out to convey her dismay with a turn of events. She uses her hands every now and then to emphasize a point if her voice is not enough, and also to adjust her glasses when they slip down too much. When at rest, she prefers to be still, conserving her energy for a second. She's quite graceful, and a lot of her major actions--running, fighting, dancing, etc.--have more fluidity to them than a human produces.
Verbal Mannerisms; Grell likes adding a dramatic flair to her sentences, which means she stresses more words than normal to convey whatever emotion she wants to get across. She has a somewhat formal manner of speaking, given her time period, and sometimes her sentences sound more ripped from a bad romance novel than something a person actually says. Depending on how well she knows a person, she'll refer to them with some manner of title--Mr./Miss, Lord/Lady, etc.--or by name if they are close enough. Half politeness, half out of habit, though she mixes the formal titles with pet names on occasion either out of affection or to potentially piss someone off. She does not swear except when severely motivated to do so. To those that would recognise it, she has an English Received Pronunciation accent, and her voice is lower pitched.
Fashion; In canon she's used to more or less a uniform suit (even if she pushes the boundaries of dress code), and in the Drabwurld she's taken a much greater shine to dresses and the like (reds, neutrals, the very rare blue or violet) when she doesn't need to be entirely active. When she does, she falls back on a simple pants-blouse-gloves combo, though no matter where or what she's doing she wears some sort of boots, usually heeled, and when she leaves Caer Scima she is usually armed with a sword or knives.
However, she is always modest in what she chooses to wear, always in long sleeves and with her skirts touching the floor, never letting her neckline go more than an inch past her collarbone. She also pairs her glasses with a long chain that she nearly always wears.
Etc; She possesses the ability to change her appearance temporarily with effort. Behold, the power of disguise.