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== Day Wear == |
== Day Wear == |
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She is wearing a sheer white gossamer gown chased with windy swirls down the translucent back, a silver ring, a fur-lined doeskin satchel, a pair of pure white wings that resemble those of a flying dove and a necklace suspending an eventide moonstone pendant rimmed in blackened silver. |
<p>She is wearing a sheer white gossamer gown chased with windy swirls down the translucent back, a silver ring, a fur-lined doeskin satchel, a pair of pure white wings that resemble those of a flying dove and a necklace suspending an eventide moonstone pendant rimmed in blackened silver.</p> |
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<p>'''a wheer white gossamer gown chased with windy swirls down the translucent back'''<br /> |
<p>'''a wheer white gossamer gown chased with windy swirls down the translucent back'''<br /> |
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This gown of delicate, sheer white gossamer is formed of filmy layers for the modest bodice and skirts, while the back is spun together in a faint pattern of elaborate swirls, which dance across the semitransparent fabric like insubstantial gusts of playful wind. Cinching the gown together is a row of small, round pearls that trail demurely down the spine from nape to waist, each one slipping snugly into its own loop of fabric.</p> |
This gown of delicate, sheer white gossamer is formed of filmy layers for the modest bodice and skirts, while the back is spun together in a faint pattern of elaborate swirls, which dance across the semitransparent fabric like insubstantial gusts of playful wind. Cinching the gown together is a row of small, round pearls that trail demurely down the spine from nape to waist, each one slipping snugly into its own loop of fabric.</p> |
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'''a fur-lined doeskin satchel''' |
<p>'''a fur-lined doeskin satchel'''<br /> |
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There appears to be something written on it. |
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A necklace reads: |
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"When the eye be empty, the sight be full." |
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Revision as of 08:13, 9 November 2019
| Dantia | |
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| Status | Active |
| Race | Human |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Empath |
| Instance | Prime |
About
A simple Empath who dreams of something more.
Description
You see Expert Empath Dantia, a Human.
She has a triangular face, almond-shaped emerald eyes and a freckled nose. Her red-gold hair is long and straight, and is worn tied back. She has fair skin and a slender figure.
She is short for a Human.
A trio of multihued moons float lazily around her right forearm, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.
She is an adult.
Day Wear
She is wearing a sheer white gossamer gown chased with windy swirls down the translucent back, a silver ring, a fur-lined doeskin satchel, a pair of pure white wings that resemble those of a flying dove and a necklace suspending an eventide moonstone pendant rimmed in blackened silver.
a wheer white gossamer gown chased with windy swirls down the translucent back
This gown of delicate, sheer white gossamer is formed of filmy layers for the modest bodice and skirts, while the back is spun together in a faint pattern of elaborate swirls, which dance across the semitransparent fabric like insubstantial gusts of playful wind. Cinching the gown together is a row of small, round pearls that trail demurely down the spine from nape to waist, each one slipping snugly into its own loop of fabric.
a fur-lined doeskin satchel
Plush white rabbit's fur speckled with cinnamon brown spots provides protection to the precious valuables stored inside.
a necklace suspending an eventide moonstone pendant rimmed in blackened silver
Grey so dark as to almost be black, the stone has a pearly silver luminescence. Simple script adorns the dark metal setting, while the back of the pendant bears a stylized image of a face with empty eye sockets. A necklace reads: "When the eye be empty, the sight be full."
Combat Wear
Current Endeavors
Quote
I was looking for a breath of life, a little touch of heavenly light, but all the choirs in my head sang no.
To get a dream of life again, a vision of the start and end, but all the choirs in my head sang no.
I only needed one more touch, another taste of heavenly rush, and I believe, I believe it so."