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Sithean....a
female Nature Sprite and Tir's Reigning Queen
Clouds
of flowing blond hair, shimmering with pale green highlights, surround
the calm face of this beautiful Nature Sprite. Her wide, almond shaped
eyes are the color of spring leaves framed with a heavy smudge of black
lashes. Green in fact seems to be her colour, from her soft dewy skin and
long tapering fingers to the fluttering silky chiffon garments she prefers.
Slender and fragile appearing, she is deceptively strong as she moves with
innate grace through her world, ensuring that all growing things are well
cared for. Sithean is a gentle creature under most circumstances, but she
has the capability to become quite angry if anything or anyone in her charge
is abused! And when that happens....watch out! Because things change!
Taliesin....a
male Enfield
If
you've never seen an Enfield before, you probably are staring in wonder!
How can a creature this complex ever exist? He is the size of an Autumn
fattened sparrow. His head is that of a red fox, swiftly blending into
the chest of an eagle with two large golden hued wings stretching from
the feathers. Eight tiny talons flex on his forelimbs as he perches on
whatever is at claw. His hind quarters are that of a lion with a brush
like tail wavering back and forth. Upon his forehead is a cream oval, reflective
of this bard's name, "shining brow." Looking at his jade green eyes you
wonder if this magical beast could ever hurt anything larger than a dragonfly.
But I wouldn't test that! Make him mad and he'll either charm you with
his voice, or crush you with his immense strength as he grows to the size
of his cousins, the gryphons. Still can't picture him? Go to http://home.earthlink.net/~pheonix21/Taliesin.htm
Kailehan....a
female Human
It's
fairly difficult to miss that red-gold hair for, despite her best efforts
to keep it under control, Kailehan's curls defy restriction. Forever tumbling
out of her attempts to hold them in place, she's constantly brushing back
an errant curl or two that threaten to block her vision. Emerald green
eyes flash a
silent
retort up to anyone who dares comment on the hopeless tangle. A long standing
inhabitant of Havenhold, Kailehan runs the Silver Tankard with a firm hand
and a good natured grin. Anyone who mistakenly takes in her small, slender
form and assumes she's an easy target will quickly learn that the sleek
dagger
she
has tucked in her gown is no toy. Somewhere in her background there must
have been much that no one knows, because she handles herself with the
grace of a sword dancer. Rarely speaking of herself, she always has the
town's news for any who ask.
Starsetter....a
female Shetland Unicorn
A
most unusual unicorn stands before you. She is small, a bit stocky, and
compact. The closest thing you can think of is an oddly marked Shetland
Pony with a mid-sized brassy horn. Her coat is brindled of dominately white,
brown, and a touch of black. A long shaggy mane of white tipped with reddish
brown falls from her neck and and wraps about her chest. About her brassy
cloven hooves the same effect can be seen, though her lower legs switch
the brindle pattern to predominate brown with white striping. About her
soft aqua hued eyes, a curving strip of black can be seen, below this in
a separate pattern is a small spiral, another one covers her belly like
a black arrow pointing between her forelegs. They seem to be magically
infused into her markings, unnatural... but since when is a Shetland Unicorn
natural?
Hart'shorn....a
male Hart
There!
Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a ghostly form, just
barely visible...but definitely there. A magnificent rack of silvered gray
is centered between a pair of perpetually alert ears; a forelock of a more
bluish hue flopping down betwixt a pair of haunted frost-blue eyes. Hart'shorn
is an extremely beautiful example of his kind..wondrously fit and sleekly
covered in a pristinely groomed pelt of bluish white. Four silvered cloven
hooves carry him fleetly across the land, leaving you with the eerie impression
that he was never really in your presence. Legend avows that the Hart is
the the depository of the soul.
Negroponte....a
male Rabbit
The
new Director of the Music Guild
A
bunny morph, standing under 5 feet high, white fur and usually seen wearing
a greenish tunic and light brown leather boots. Tied around his waist belt
with two small felt pouches and other items that are less visible under
the folds of the cloth. He is occasionally seen wearing a hat and sometimes,
rarely, wears the tunic over his head. He is quite friendly and talkative,
often curious, but seems reticent to talk about himself. He seems to have
a presence about him that suggests he is not quite who he appears to be,
but you usually brush off
that
notion when he is present in his usual friendly manner.
Fluffball...a
female Enfield Whelp
It's
a...a...a...well, about the size of Jenny-Wren. A ball of motly feathers'n'fluff
posseses a pair of beady little eyes that peer out into the world around
her with complete fascination. Her front legs are delicate versions of
a raptors legs with the rear mimicking a lions. When she's wet her fox
face emerges from all those feathers. On rarer occasions a tiny pair of
scarcely feathered wings can be seen stretching their tips out of the collection
of fluff. Right now this tiny enfield looks rather like a dust-bunny...with
an attitude!
Delilah...a
female Gargoyle
Delilah
stands about 5'8" tall, and, for what bit of flesh you can see, she's white
skinned.The strange skin color doesn't make her blend into the darkness
like other gargoyles. She makes up for this, however, with the paint that
she has over her body. Painted green rose vines entwine themselves over
the temples of her forehead and down the sides of her face and over her
cheeks.The same painted vines go around her upper and lower arms.The rose
vine winds its way up her right leg while her left leg is left unpainted.Huge
talons adorn both feet and her hands, giving her strength for climbing
and fighting when she needs it. Long, light purple colored hair hangs down
her back, usually done up in a braid to keep it out of the way while two
wisps of bangs are left hanging from between the horns on her forehead
and down over some of her face.The bangs and rose vines combined add a
frame to her eyes, both a crystalline blue that glint in the moonlight.
Two huge wings sprout from her shoulderblades.The back of each wing is
criss- crossed with the same painted green vines as are over the rest of
her body, except these ones lack the rose blossoms. Each wing's interior
is the same soft purple color as her hair.She doesn't wear much in the
way of armor. A simple forest green cloak with a deep hood on the back
and a lighter green shirt that covers her chest. A loin
cloth
of the same color as her shirt covers her lower body and is intricately
woven with vines around the hems. Each ear is pierced with a large silver
hoop, then a smaller gold hoop behind that and around her left upper arm
she wears a silver snake that winds its way around about three times. A
belt holds up her loincloth and also holds a small scythe, just big enough
to be used as a hand weapon should she feel the need for one.
Shania...a
female Avariel
Jo_Rh'ade...a
male Equine
Blazing
white fur muted to a sullen grey by trail dust, this sharp-featured equine
is a mere shadow of the intimidating figure he once was. Each heavy step
echoes with the pain of his self-imposed exile, and his ebony eyes mirror
his desire for a redemption he shall never possess.His clothes are dirt-stained
and worn, and, much like his self-esteem, are in desperate need of mending.There
is but one article he wears that is polished to a radiant shine: a shoulder
badge forged in pure gold, and engraved to resemble a series of intricate
knots.A flawless emerald of considerable size is embedded in its center;
a remnant of his past. He seems antisocial, and rarely meets another's
gaze.However, old habits die hard; manage to strike up a conversation,
and traces of his old personality might resurface, providing a glimpse
of what he must have been like. He is broken, but not beaten... not yet.Beneath
the overwhelming sorrow, he still has something to live for.But it will
take far more than forgiveness to make him whole again.
Mylinkay...a
female Elf
Appears
as a shining pearl skinned elf. Her hair is ankle length worn Most striking
about her is the complete whiteness of her skin and hair.Both shine with
inner light and seem delicate and supple.She stands a 4' even with a slight
build and fine features. Her eyes seem overly large.They are a deep violet
with large pupils.They show no reflection within them. Her one marking
is a silver cresent moon, upturned, upon her brow. It is barely visible
against her pale skin.
Draego...a
male Winged Fox
You
see before a rare sight a Winged Fox, he stands just under 6 foot tall
and his red his fur is like that of a normal fox apart from his thick tail
this fur grows thicker and stiffer than normal and is shaped to help control
his flight. His Wings are covered with feathers and fur both of the normal
rich Red of foxes. He wears a Waist Coat that is laced and belted to fit
around his wings as you look closer you see it is a fine soft leather Armour
fitted with many pockets and pouches to aid in carrying items below this
are. Leather shorts ending at about his knees, about his waist is a belt
of woven Leather hanging from one side is a quiver filled with Bolts. Along
side hangs a short sword and dagger a perfectly matched with each other
and of a fine quality fitted over his waist coat is a harness that holds
a Crossbow. Unlike most bows this has two bows built into a single stock
one over the other. His hands and feet show the most differences from a
normal foxes, his feet are incredibly flexible and on his heel is a sixth
claw used when he is in tree's. His claws on both hands and feet are more
cat like and can extend and are strong enough to hold his weight. Around
his right wrist is a large manacle like bracelet of a silver metal, engraved
deep into the metal is a strange design like a coat of Arms.
Quagmire...a
male Cat Pooka
Before
you is Quagmire, the pooka.What is a pooka, you ask? Well, perhaps his
appearance will provide you with some clues. He has two forms: a human
(ish) form, and an animal form. In the first form, there are several things
that would catch someone's attention enough to make them doubt that he's
a human.. the most noticable of these is his skin, which is a deep grey
color. The thick mop of hair on his head is a pitch black. His eyes are
yellow, pupils slitted. His mouth and nose seem to stick out just
a little farther than usual.. muzzle-like, and even whiskers can be seen
framing his nose. His ears are pointy- somewhat elflike, it could be said,
though he has no elf-blood in him. And, if one were to get up-close and
personal, perhaps they would notice a long, somewhat-furry tail for which
a hole has been cut in his breeches. In his animal form, predictably, he
looks much like your average kitty cat.Short grey fur, tabby-striped with
black, and with wide yellow eyes that hold a bewildering amount of intelligence
and cheer.This, my friends, is a pooka.
Fuchsfeuer...a
male Fox
Fuchsfeuer,
a fox German born but not of German upbringing, stands idly before you.
To leave it at 'idle' might be a bit unfair, however; that is, the vulpine
seems to be relaxed, but a closer eye will note that in fact, he is very
aware of his environs, and prepared to react suitably to them. A dark green
Celtic walk cape covers much of his body, or rather, it would, if the front
of the cape were not pushed open towards his left side. Underneath a light
chain mail shirt rests on a supple leather shirt, under which a layer of
padding could be found, and in turn could be said to have a layer of woven
fabric under that, until we are left with nothing any further under, save
the fox's own fur. On Fuchsfeuer's left side, one could be said to have
done well to note the sword on the tod's hip, for indeed, it is a fine
weapon to behold. A hand and a half sword, easy enough to grasp with the
one paw, easy enough as well to grasp with two when nothing but sheer force
will do to win whatever spirited discussion he may be in. Finely fitting
leather pants cover him about the waist, running down his legs and into
a pair of ankle-tall (a digigrade person would find an ankle tall length
on him to be about the same height as calf-height to a person of plantigrade
persuasion) boots, made from a matching soft brown leather. He hooks a
thumb into his belt, noticing your look, and gives a neutral enough look
back at you, withholding his words and actions until--well, hopefully until
you buy him a drink, which would nearly cause him to call you friend!