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GameMaster Alvy
Rank FGM
Type DEV
Tenure LOA


Positions & Contributions

Description

You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Alvy.

You see GameMaster Alvy, an Elven Warrior Mage.
She has pointed ears and violet eyes. Her golden hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has tanned skin.
Alvy has transcended time.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a short-skirted loincloth sewn from bits of leather and knotted sinew, a battered leather pack of supple tanned skins harvested from problem children, a thorn-studded platinum navel ring strung with a winter-white diamond pentagram, a blackened hide bandeau knotted at the chest and roughly-cut shoulder straps, some black leather thigh boots swirled with tiny diamonds on the stiletto heels and a battered silver badge engraved with the word *SOON* surrounded in flames.



You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Alvy.

You see GameMaster Alvy Baroque, an Elven goddess.
Sultry amethyst eyes framed by long lashes sparkle with mischief as they take in their surroundings. Sensuous lips, tinted the hues of a juicy berry, upstages skin the color of fine ivory. Delicately pointed ears add to her regal features, poking through a mane of sun-streaked hair the color of spun gold, which cascades down her back in a tumble of wild curls, falling to rest on the curve of her provocative hips. She has a shapely figure, her long legs accented by a bleeding heart tattoo on her thigh.
Alvy has transcended time and still looks fabulous.
She is in good shape.


She is wearing a crash helmet surrounded by a crown of thorns, an ancient Elven ear cuff draped with delicate chains of dangling red diamonds that resemble drops of fresh blood, an ornate platinum brooch set with an orichalcum icosahedron, a thorn-studded platinum navel ring strung with a winter-white diamond pentagram, a perky button that reads, "Hi! I'm Alvy!", a battered silver badge engraved with the word *SOON* surrounded in flames, a battered leather pack of supple tanned skins harvested from problem children, a blackened hide bandeau knotted at the chest and roughly-cut shoulder straps, a heavy gold armband inlaid in ancient elven runes of doom which flash with pink and purple neon lights, a wide platinum wristcuff gaudily jeweled as if covered in a vomit of England's Crown jewels, a triple-strand gold belly chain that fluidly drapes the hips securely clasped by the shrunken head of Prince Charming , a blood-stained training bullwhip studded in steel barbs with Teiro's beating heart lashed to the handle, a mammoth-hide waterskin decorated with an array of polished claws, a short-skirted loincloth sewn from bits of leather and knotted sinew, a flashy stormsilk garter edged in evil-looking doomsilk and some black leather thigh boots swirled with tiny diamonds on the stiletto heels.

30 JUN 16

You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Alvy.

You see GameMaster Alvy Baroque, an Elven goddess. Sultry amethyst eyes framed by long lashes sparkle with mischief as they take in their surroundings. Sensuous lips, tinted the hues of a juicy berry, upstages skin the color of fine ivory. Delicately pointed ears add to her regal features, poking through a mane of sun-streaked hair the color of spun gold, which cascades down her back in a tumble of wild curls, falling to rest on the curve of her provocative hips. She has a shapely figure, her long legs accented by a bleeding heart tattoo on her thigh. Alvy has transcended time and still looks fabulous. She is in good shape.

She is holding a plump boarlike boar in her left hand. She is wearing a crash helmet surrounded by a crown of thorns, an ancient Elven ear cuff draped with delicate chains of dangling red diamonds that resemble drops of fresh blood, a battered silver badge engraved with the word *SOON* surrounded in flames, a perky button that reads, "Hi! I'm Alvy!", a thorn-studded platinum navel ring strung with a winter-white diamond pentagram, an ornate platinum brooch set with an orichalcum icosahedron, some leather blue-lensed goggles, a battered leather pack of supple tanned skins harvested from problem children, a blackened hide bandeau knotted at the chest and roughly-cut shoulder straps, a heavy gold armband inlaid in ancient elven runes of doom which flash with pink and purple neon lights, a wide platinum wristcuff gaudily jeweled as if covered in a vomit of England's Crown jewels, a triple-strand gold belly chain that fluidly drapes the hips securely clasped by the shrunken head of Prince Charming , a mammoth-hide waterskin decorated with an array of polished claws, a blood-stained training bullwhip studded in steel barbs with Teiro's beating heart lashed to the handle, a short-skirted loincloth sewn from bits of leather and knotted sinew, a flashy stormsilk garter edged in evil-looking doomsilk and some black leather thigh boots swirled with tiny diamonds on the stiletto heels.