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		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Behind the Mask */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=inactive&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== &#039;&#039;&#039;Last seen: Wrestling crocodiles in the marsh.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: MIA.&#039;&#039;&#039; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux.png|right|400px]]&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Gypsy of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a pair of round icesteel sunglasses with huge lace-cut framed lenses that accents smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:A sprinkle of fireflies made of scintillating gold-backed opal float lazily around her head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along her left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=518582</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=518582"/>
		<updated>2020-05-12T17:58:04Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Behind the Mask */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=inactive&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== &#039;&#039;&#039;Last seen: Wrestling crocodiles in the marsh.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: MIA.&#039;&#039;&#039; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux.png|right|400px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Gypsy of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a pair of round icesteel sunglasses with huge lace-cut framed lenses that accents smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She hasdfair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:A sprinkle of fireflies made of scintillating gold-backed opal float lazily around her head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along her left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=518577</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=518577"/>
		<updated>2020-05-12T16:54:11Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=inactive&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== &#039;&#039;&#039;Last seen: Wrestling crocodiles in the marsh.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: MIA.&#039;&#039;&#039; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux.png|right|400px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000000 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 14pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000000;  font-family: Andalus, serif; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Gypsy of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
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== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=518570</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2020-05-12T14:38:26Z</updated>

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|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=inactive&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== &#039;&#039;&#039;Last seen: Wrestling crocodiles in the marsh.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: MIA.&#039;&#039;&#039; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=518569</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2020-05-12T14:37:42Z</updated>

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|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=inactive&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== &#039;&#039;&#039;Last seen: Wrestling crocodiles in the marsh.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: MIA.&#039;&#039;&#039; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Laroux</title>
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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=inactive&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== &#039;&#039;&#039;Last seen: Wrestling crocodiles in the marsh.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: MIA.&#039;&#039;&#039; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>Laroux</title>
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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=inactive&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== &#039;&#039;&#039;Last seen: Wrestling crocodiles in the marsh.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: MIA.&#039;&#039;&#039; ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg|right|300px]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=482906</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2018-01-03T01:49:38Z</updated>

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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=inactive&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Last seen: Wrestling crocodiles in the marsh.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: MIA.&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=482905</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2018-01-03T01:46:33Z</updated>

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|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=i&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481916</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481916"/>
		<updated>2017-12-10T03:56:57Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* The Red Witch */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg|right|300px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000000 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 16pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000000;  font-family: Andalus, serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Dear Diary ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481884</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481884"/>
		<updated>2017-12-09T04:47:45Z</updated>

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|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
 &#039;&#039;Excerpt from Laroux&#039;s diary entitled, &amp;quot;Gnome Daddy&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;OH, MY GAWDS! Mother just ran off and got married to like, this gnome dude with an attitude and HORRIBLE taste in clothing. REALLY, I don&#039;t get it. What does she see in him? HOW can she see him? He&#039;s like two inches tall! The world is ending, my LIFE is over! I can&#039;t handle this right now. I mean, just earlier the shelf in my vault fell on my head and now this?!?!?! The GODS HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe he&#039;ll buy me a pony....&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481880</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481880"/>
		<updated>2017-12-09T04:16:43Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Behind the Mask */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking rings of silver-chased crystal that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each bearing spiky barbs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481879</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481879"/>
		<updated>2017-12-09T04:15:37Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Masked */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg|right|300px]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481878</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=481878"/>
		<updated>2017-12-09T04:14:33Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg|right|300px]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Laroux&#039;s overly large chin juts out prominently, the lips above set into a sloppily painted, jester&#039;s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.  A calculating gaze belies this forced joviality, shadowed and drawn beneath two broken, ebonwood horns that emerge from her hairline in lopsided, albeit menacing arcs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a platinum ring set with a polished Idon&#039;s sapphire, an ornate gloomwood ring, a tasselly prayer sash embroidered with a reclining muscular man, a woven gold anklet featuring a gleaming Idon&#039;s sapphire, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of bodacious red leather boots with tall slender heels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Finest_Box_of_Gems_(1)&amp;diff=481263</id>
		<title>Finest Box of Gems (1)</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Finest_Box_of_Gems_(1)&amp;diff=481263"/>
		<updated>2017-11-26T22:55:01Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{RTOC}}&lt;br /&gt;
:&#039;&#039;Also see the [[Small Box o&#039; Gems]] and [[Big Box o&#039; Gems]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Store At A Glance&lt;br /&gt;
|Owner =-&lt;br /&gt;
|NumRooms =1&lt;br /&gt;
|Store Type =Game&lt;br /&gt;
|Fest =Hollow Eve Festival 425&lt;br /&gt;
|Coin =Dokoras&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Found in the [[Finer Things]].&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{ShopDescription&lt;br /&gt;
|roomname=The Finer Things, Corner&lt;br /&gt;
|desc=The lush, ocean-blue carpeting of the small room serves the dual purposes of muffling the sounds of heavy foot traffic and providing a more cushioned place to sit or stand.  Lavish piles of sea-shell patterned pillows are stacked with an eye to detail and the customers&#039; comfort in mind.  Potted palm trees strung with softly glowing sungold lanterns stand in each corner of the room, giving off just enough light to create a relaxed ambience.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;You also see a bucket of viscous gloop, the Finest Box of Gems, a well-groomed attendant, an ornate sign mounted on the wall and a large durian framed scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt;
Obvious exits: northeast.}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{|&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt; An ornate sign mounted on the wall reads:&lt;br /&gt;
                  --~~{ Finest Box of Gems }~~--&lt;br /&gt;
1) FIFTY PLATINUM DOKORAS per grab.  Just GET BOX to play. &lt;br /&gt;
2) All prizes must be redeemed before the end of the festival.&lt;br /&gt;
3) Thank you for playing!&lt;br /&gt;
4) No refunds!&lt;br /&gt;
                    --~~{ The Management }~~--&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Initially one thousand tickets (1000) per grab.  Changed to 50 plat dokora per grab (11/24/17).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Materials==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Bone===&lt;br /&gt;
*{{sloot|i|fey-bone stack}}&lt;br /&gt;
*{{sloot|i|mammoth-bone stack}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Cloth===&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|imperial weave}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|titanese}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Leather===&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|diamond hide}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|punka|punka-hide leather}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|shadowleaf|shadowleaf leather}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Metal===&lt;br /&gt;
{{columns-list|4|&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|audrualm}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|damite}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|haralun}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|icesteel}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|kertig}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|kiralan}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|orichalcum}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|silversteel}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|tyrium|tiny tyrium sphere}} - &#039;&#039;1 volume&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Wood===&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|dragonwood}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|mistwood}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Gems===&lt;br /&gt;
{{columns-list|4|&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|aether tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|air tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|beautiful heartstone}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|bloodmist garnet}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|canary diamond}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|chunk of gloamstone}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|chunk of howlite}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|clear dwalgim}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|dark grey Katamba&#039;s spire}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|electrical tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|earth tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|faceted inferno&#039;s heart}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|fire tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|Gemfire ruby}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|haze sapphire}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|Ilithi emerald}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|light tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|night diamond}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|perfectly smooth sphere of blackened moonsilver}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|perfectly smooth sphere of blued moonsilver}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|perfectly smooth sphere of crimson moonsilver}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|perfectly smooth sphere of lilac moonsilver}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|perfectly smooth sphere of moonsilver}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|perfectly smooth sphere of verdant moonsilver}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pitch pearl}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure aether tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure air tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure earth tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure electrical tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure fire tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure light tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure shadow tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure water tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|saffron topaz}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|scarlet emerald}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|shadow tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|uncut eldring}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|water tarina}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|whirl-cut spring emerald}}&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
* also standard treasure system gems with high appraisal values&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Items==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Weapons===&lt;br /&gt;
{{columns-list|1|&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|w|tyrium-tipped gloomwood spear inlaid with penhetite}}&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Magical===&lt;br /&gt;
{{columns-list|2|&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|dingy vellum}} - &#039;&#039;[[Iron Constitution]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|faded scroll}} - &#039;&#039;[[Siphon Vitality]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|gnarled branch with a small leather-bound grip}} - &#039;&#039;Life TM focus&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|quartzite skull inset with spherical onyx eyes}} - &#039;&#039;Arcane TM focus&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|moldy papyrus}} - &#039;&#039;[[Essence of Yew]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|musty scroll}} - &#039;&#039;[[Wisdom of the Pack]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|ornate darkstone ring}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|ornate glitvire ring}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|ornate iroko ring}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pure white aldamdin buckle}} - &#039;&#039;Universal Focus&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|ostracon}} - &#039;&#039;[[Will of Winter]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|silver statuette worked to resemble a kneeling man}} - &#039;&#039;Holy TM focus&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|silvery-black icon}} - &#039;&#039;Elemental TM focus&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|sinfully black bowtie accented with ruby red lips}} - &#039;&#039;10 mana&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|white vellum}} - &#039;&#039;[[Shadows]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Clothing===&lt;br /&gt;
{{columns-list|2|&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|brazenly low-cut gown of tightly braided silk with a wide belt of black leather}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|faded black cotton shirt with  I SURVIVED ~HE 425~ written across the front}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|length of polka-dotted fabric}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|low-cut cotton blouse accented with black ribbons}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pair of shoddy leather walking shoes}} - &#039;&#039;on-demand atmo messages&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pink shirt that reads &amp;quot;Me Crazy?!? I will get off this unicorn and slap you!&amp;quot;}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|white cotton shirt stamped with &amp;quot;I paid 1000 tickets for this shirt! ~HE 425~&amp;quot;}}&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Jewelry===&lt;br /&gt;
{{columns-list|2|&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|aldamdin amulet etched with a sickle}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|aldamdin face frozen in a perpetual scream}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|aldamdin fetish cast into the shape of a hand holding a spray of flowers}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|dark platinum ring with a tempest sapphire embraced by skeletal hands}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|kertig ring set with a warm red morleenite}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|glitzy nielloed gold wristlet dusted with crushed lush viridian estrildite}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|malevolant spectrolite goat idol}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|oceanic bracelet lifesculpted from azure xibarite}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|simple crown lifesculpted from sky blue elanthite}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|sterling silver ring shaped like a sea star flower}}&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
{{columns-list|2|&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|asini zills etched with a bat-eared puppy}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|blood-red sanowret crystal}} - &#039;&#039;[[sanowret crystal]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|blue leather wallet with a stone painted on the front}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|braided black twine}} - &#039;&#039;perception trainer&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|braided metallic twine}} - &#039;&#039;perception trainer&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|braided pink twine}} - &#039;&#039;perception trainer&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|carmine sanowret crystal}} - &#039;&#039;[[sanowret crystal]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|dead mouse}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|ebonwood horns}} - &#039;&#039;Feature changer&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|feather quill}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|infuser stone}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|metallic sphere covered in xibar-blue enamel}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|orange leather wallet with a crystal painted on the front}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|pale-green sanowret crystal}} - &#039;&#039;[[sanowret crystal]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|n|spiritwood|pearl white spiritwood limb}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|strip of heartstring lace}} - &#039;&#039;Feature changer&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|petite porcelain primrose}} - &#039;&#039;Sable mask feature changer&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|potency crystal}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|purple leather wallet with a crystal painted on the front}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|red leather wallet with a stone painted on the front}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|reused funeral black tome}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|shadowleaf gem pouch}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|twilight-blue sanowret crystal}} - &#039;&#039;[[sanowret crystal]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|tyrium mesh gem pouch}}&lt;br /&gt;
* {{sloot|i|void-black sanowret crystal}} - &#039;&#039;[[sanowret crystal]]&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480894</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480894"/>
		<updated>2017-11-23T22:46:07Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Behind the Mask */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg|right|300px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux Dresorgin, Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480893</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480893"/>
		<updated>2017-11-23T22:45:24Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg|right|300px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux , Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Jack - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dad)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000080 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 16pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000080;  font-family: Cambria, modern; font-size: 16pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480879</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480879"/>
		<updated>2017-11-23T18:26:43Z</updated>

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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg|right|300px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux , Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|250px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000080 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 16pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000080;  font-family: Cambria, modern; font-size: 16pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480874</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480874"/>
		<updated>2017-11-23T17:49:42Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux , Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg|left|400px]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000080 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 16pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000080;  font-family: Cambria, modern; font-size: 16pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480871</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480871"/>
		<updated>2017-11-23T17:47:20Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux , Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]] [[Idon]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000080 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 16pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000080;  font-family: Cambria, modern; font-size: 16pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480867</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480867"/>
		<updated>2017-11-23T17:45:39Z</updated>

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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux , Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480568</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-11-19T20:30:28Z</updated>

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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Macabre Laroux , Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have an oval face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both pointed ears, smolderingly intense starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Your blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some tiny black horns.  You have fair skin and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are young.&lt;br /&gt;
:You have several interlocking jade rings that pierce the flesh to follow along your left eyebrow, each having delicate gold-filled etchings.&lt;br /&gt;
:You are in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000080 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 16pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000080;  font-family: Cambria, modern; font-size: 16pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480565</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=480565"/>
		<updated>2017-11-19T20:28:36Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dresorgin&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux , Snake Charmer of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her blood red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The Red Witch ==&lt;br /&gt;
:After her parents divorced Laroux was thrown into a world of solitude and anger, the split of her family more than any young elfen could bear. In a fit of pique she took a surname of her own choosing, Dresorgin,  which roughly translates from Ilithic to common as “Witch”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=476720</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=476720"/>
		<updated>2017-10-20T15:47:48Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mum)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=475748</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=475748"/>
		<updated>2017-09-25T01:16:07Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Character Breakdown */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: &lt;br /&gt;
:Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mumski)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=475747</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=475747"/>
		<updated>2017-09-25T01:12:18Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:Laroux9 with border.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels, unfashionable, overly stabby gnomes ([[Voranos]]), people dressed like rats, rats dressed like people, greyface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mumski)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=475242</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=475242"/>
		<updated>2017-09-11T03:32:28Z</updated>

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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten (gift from dadski)&lt;br /&gt;
:Annie - a pocket-sized polka-dotted piglet (gift from mumski)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=475240</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-09-11T03:25:55Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>File:Laroux9 with border.jpg</title>
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		<updated>2017-09-11T03:23:39Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: My own art.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My own art.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=474546</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-08-25T02:33:54Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Pets: Kittinski - a whiskey-colored kitten&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=474496</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=474496"/>
		<updated>2017-08-24T13:18:22Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473697</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473697"/>
		<updated>2017-08-04T00:10:17Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Behind the Mask */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents smoulderingly intense, starry amethyst eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a sleek, sylphlike figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473672</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473672"/>
		<updated>2017-08-02T23:18:33Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Poetry */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000080 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 16pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000080;  font-family: Cambria, modern; font-size: 16pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a meat cage gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Grasping beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473671</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473671"/>
		<updated>2017-08-02T22:17:28Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Poetry */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a cage of meat gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to grasp beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473670</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473670"/>
		<updated>2017-08-02T22:16:18Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
:He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
:Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
:Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
:Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
:With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
:The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
:Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
:He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
:A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
:Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
:His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
:As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
:In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
:Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
:Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
:Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
:Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
:You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
:Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
:That heart in a cage of meat gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
:Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
:Trying to grasp beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
:Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
:Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
:Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
:Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
:Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
:Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
:Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
:And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
:He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
:A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
:Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
:Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473669</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473669"/>
		<updated>2017-08-02T22:14:53Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;LITTLERED: /* Poetry */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{PC&lt;br /&gt;
|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
}}[[File:Larouxtiny.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=#000080 style=&amp;quot;font-size: 16pt&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color: #000080;  font-family: Cambria, modern; font-size: 16pt; font-variant: small-lower;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
:Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
:Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
:Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
:With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
:The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
:Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
:He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
:A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
:Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
:His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
:As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
:In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
:Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
:Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
:Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
:You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
:Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
:That heart in a cage of meat gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
:Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
:Trying to grasp beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
:Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
:Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
:Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
:Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
:Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
:Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
:Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
:And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
:A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
:Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
:Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>Laroux</title>
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|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
:You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
:Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
:That heart in a cage of meat gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
:Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
:Trying to grasp beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
:Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
:Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
:Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
:Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
:Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
:Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
:Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
:And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
:A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
:Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
:Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473667</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-08-02T22:10:17Z</updated>

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|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a cage of meat gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to grasp beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473666</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-08-02T22:08:52Z</updated>

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|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a cage of meat gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to grasp beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473665</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-08-02T22:07:52Z</updated>

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|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
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{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
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== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Ghoulish Courtship&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dances are dances unless they are not&lt;br /&gt;
You swing and you sway, a corpse hung to rot&lt;br /&gt;
Their mocking laughter rises, a low-ringing dirge&lt;br /&gt;
That heart in a cage of meat gives jostle and lurch&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as poets wash your feet with their hair&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to grasp beyond means, withering, their stares&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies don ribbons, men brush lapels&lt;br /&gt;
Here in maddest courtship the emptiest dwell&lt;br /&gt;
Grim are smiles in a masquerade for plenty&lt;br /&gt;
Death becomes more than deterrent for many&lt;br /&gt;
Sour teeth bare, let all behold such a smile!&lt;br /&gt;
Titter and chuckle, make polite all the while&lt;br /&gt;
Until in that final stretch, undeath is revealed&lt;br /&gt;
And they to bed, churned in earth do steal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Heartstrings&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s tugging at her heartstrings, this way and that&lt;br /&gt;
A game of old repeated so, and she, his marionette&lt;br /&gt;
Swinging upon tendons, ripened in bloody woe&lt;br /&gt;
Dizzy, distressed darling, with nowhere else to go.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=473664</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Poetry ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Business as Usual&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:He donned black, his usual shade&lt;br /&gt;
Slipped on a jacket, old and frayed&lt;br /&gt;
Worn boots that had seen many winters&lt;br /&gt;
Picked up his shovel, heedless of splinters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Company to tend, he must make haste&lt;br /&gt;
With eventide fading and no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;
The stars glitter faintly, frigid candlelight&lt;br /&gt;
Owls hoot the low symphony of the night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:Humming a tune that most have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
He tramples the earth below, so sodden&lt;br /&gt;
A nod in greeting to those who can&#039;t speak&lt;br /&gt;
Opens the door with a grunt and a creak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Welcome&amp;quot;, he says, in a hoarse salutation&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;ve room for all with due accommodation&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
His chuckle is more cough, nay a wheeze &lt;br /&gt;
As he shuffles back out in a jingle of keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:The guests roll into their luxury suites&lt;br /&gt;
In a rustle of cloth and rigamortis feet&lt;br /&gt;
Absent were smiles as dead eyes looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;
Spent, their host hoisted dirt on their heads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:&amp;quot;Do let me know if you&#039;ve any complaints&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Mocking, his laughter escaped through the gates&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
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		<title>Laroux</title>
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|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;br /&gt;
:Alignment: Chaotic neutral&lt;br /&gt;
:Dislikes: Squirrels&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Laroux</title>
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|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
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		<title>Laroux</title>
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|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
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:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
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{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
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== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
:Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=472925</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-07-20T00:20:27Z</updated>

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|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
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----&lt;br /&gt;
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== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;br /&gt;
Fancies: Masks, of all shapes and sizes. Has an odd, eclectic sort of style.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=472924</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-07-20T00:19:38Z</updated>

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|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Behind the Mask ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Masked ==&lt;br /&gt;
:Ebony and ivory sculpted into a genderless visage conceal her features in stark monochrome, the false face bisected by a single brushstroke of bright carmine glitter.  Deeply etched into the mask&#039;s milky half, furrows transform the expression of profound sorrow with a fathomless, pitch-dark lens veiling the eye.  Strikingly different beyond the sparkling divide, starless ebony reveals a look of joy conveyed by a blissfully curving smile and an opaque white lens with fine laugh lines playing at its edges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
	</entry>
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		<id>https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Laroux&amp;diff=472923</id>
		<title>Laroux</title>
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		<updated>2017-07-20T00:13:06Z</updated>

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|name=Laroux Dejacque&lt;br /&gt;
|status=a&lt;br /&gt;
|race=Elf&lt;br /&gt;
|gender=Female&lt;br /&gt;
|guild=Bard&lt;br /&gt;
|instance=Prime&lt;br /&gt;
|relat=Caidie,Maxwelinski&lt;br /&gt;
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== Description ==&lt;br /&gt;
:You see Macabre Laroux Dejacque, Inspiration of Elanthia, an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She has an oval face, pointed ears, a polished silversteel eyebrow ring set with a purple crystal that accents tilted violet eyes and a freckled nose.  Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn swept up by a pair of dark iroko chopsticks capped in boneflower-carved ivory and allowed to tumble freely down the back.  She has fair skin daubed with streaks of glittering blue gold dust and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is tall for an Elf.&lt;br /&gt;
:She is young.&lt;br /&gt;
:Bright reds and purples are painted in a variegated design down her arms and legs as if a sunset had spilled onto her skin.  A set of three clear crystals lines up from the corner of each eye, held there with drops of red paint.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:She is wearing a two-tone mask bisected by a vertical line of lurid carmine glitter, some bone-beaded cords dangling a jungle green parrot feather, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a sanowret crystal, an exquisitely tailored mistsilk opera cloak lined in atramentous moonsilk, a golden firesilk instrument case with bronze corners, a vibrant multi-colored spidersilk haversack clasped with a gold lute, a snug white mistsilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a steel neithrel band dangling smooth sapphire raindrops along the chains, a pair of graceful black silk gauze haussa seamed with scarlet and gold twined cord, some rich thigh straps wrapped in golden silk and a pair of knee-high white leather boots clasped with cambrinth ravens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{PCSkills&lt;br /&gt;
|Collapse=Yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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== Character Breakdown ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Divine: [[Murrula]] [[Kerenhappuch]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>LITTLERED</name></author>
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