Meriel

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GameMaster Meriel
Rank SGM
Type CE
Tenure Past



Positions & Contributions


Descriptions

You see Meriel, an Elven woman whose profession isn't apparent. She has a curiously ageless look and her death pale skin and mist shrouded body seems translucent, as if your hand would pass through her if you tried to touch her. Streamers of seaweed are braided into Meriel's long red hair and her eyes match the sea's green shade.

She isn't holding anything.

She is wearing an origami-paper envelope, a mantle woven of speckled deep green seaweed, a 2005 Vegascon door-prize sack, an antique pearl comb, a flowing seafoam green gown of sheer silk cinched with a girdle made of seashells ending in crab-claw tassles, an oval cypress medallion suspended from a thin leather cord, a beaded pouch and a delicate silver necklace shaped like a leaping dolphin with sparkling diamond eyes.

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You see Meriel, an Elven woman whose profession isn't apparent. She has a curiously ageless look and her death pale skin and mist shrouded body seems translucent, as if your hand would pass through her if you tried to touch her. Streamers of seaweed are braided into Meriel's long red hair and her eyes match the sea's green shade.

She is holding some golden panther perfume in her right hand and a snifter of Rissan brandy in her left hand.

She is wearing a sack streaked with ale and wine stains, an antique pearl comb, a delicate silver necklace shaped like a leaping dolphin with sparkling diamond eyes, a mantle woven of speckled deep green seaweed and a flowing seafoam green gown of sheer silk cinched with a girdle made of seashells ending in crab-claw tassles.

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You see Meriel, an Elven woman whose profession isn't apparent. She has a curiously ageless look and her death pale skin and mist shrouded body seems translucent, as if your hand would pass through her if you tried to touch her. Streamers of seaweed are braided into Meriel's long red hair and her eyes match the sea's green shade.

She isn't holding anything.

She is wearing an antique pearl comb, a delicate silver necklace shaped like a leaping dolphin with sparkling diamond eyes, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a Kaith Kirm button, a mantle woven of speckled deep green seaweed, a sack streaked with ale and wine stains, a flowing seafoam green gown of sheer silk cinched with a girdle made of seashells ending in crab-claw tassles and a short bow.