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<blockquote>[[File:Riverlynn2.png|thumb]]<font style="color: #000000; font-family: Century Gothic, serif; font-size: 30pt; font-variant: small-upper;">'' <small>"There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you."</small>''</font><small><br /> </small><br /> |
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== <code>''Description''</code> == |
== <code>''Description''</code> == |
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You see Riverlynn Razi, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. |
<small>You see Riverlynn Razi-defiqe, Night of Elanthia, an Elf.</small> <small> |
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She has pointed ears, thick-lashed blue-green eyes and a small nose. Her dark brown hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by a little top hat with a bluebird perched on the brim. She has fair skin and a slender figure. |
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Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure.<br /> |
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She is quite petite for an Elf.<br /> |
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Her right wrist has a tattoo of a faded identification number. |
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She appears to be young.<br /> |
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Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup.<br /> |
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She is in good shape.<br /> |
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She is wearing a thigh-length black silk chemise with a lace trimmed hem, a slender crested ring of twisted silver, a tortuous silversteel bonding ring riven by a dusky grey wraithheart, a mood ring and a pair of black combat boots with tarnished silver buckles. |
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A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless. She watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go....she followed. |
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She is wearing a three part pendant containing a round diamond set between light and dark amethysts, a short layered ivory bloodlace dress wrapped with a dark leather underbust corset, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a mood ring, a slender electrum wedding ring set with a cerulean sapphire surrounded by gilded ivy leaves, a pair of low-heeled black boots adorned with several buckles and a gnarled blackwood parry stick inlaid with e'erdream stars. |
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Latest revision as of 15:33, 30 September 2024
| Riverlynn Razi | |
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| Status | Active |
| Race | Elf |
| Gender | female |
| Guild | undisclosed |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Uritel |
"There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you."
Description
You see Riverlynn Razi-defiqe, Night of Elanthia, an Elf.
Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure.
She is quite petite for an Elf.
She appears to be young.
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a thigh-length black silk chemise with a lace trimmed hem, a slender crested ring of twisted silver, a tortuous silversteel bonding ring riven by a dusky grey wraithheart, a mood ring and a pair of black combat boots with tarnished silver buckles.
Come With Me
A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless. She watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, “We aren’t so different, you and me.” She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. “The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,” and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. “Come with me, child.” He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go....she followed.
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