“Flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo.”
Буду я не одна
Discord: Bethany#1086 -————
You see a woman sitting at a table in the corner, alone, with some sort of hot beverage in front of her. Her face looks young, maybe early to mid 20’s, although the way she sits, posture, body language, and the gray hair would all suggest a much greater age. She looks frail, as well, a tiny whisp of a woman. A flowing, black dress covers much of her alabaster skin, black, elbow length gloves adorning her hands, and matching black, thigh high boots on her feet. She seems unaware of your presence, her dark eyes distant as she sips at her beverage, looking to be lost in thought, or concentrating on something only she is aware of. There are plenty of other chairs at her table, and her stance does not seem unwelcoming, should you care to join her. -———-
Rose stands straight at 5’3", however she rarely stands straight, her frail body unable to stand for long periods. Her thin, alabaster skin is almost translucent, pale and stark white compared to her manner of dress. Her hair is just past shoulder length and shock white, brushed out straight and flowing around her shoulders. She wears a long, black dress made of heavy fabrics, comprised of several layers and dozens of pockets, containing amulets and wards, symbols and sigils, meant to keep otherworldly horrors at bay. Where the sleeves of her dress end, the tops of her gloves begin, extending from just above her elbows to her fingertips, leaving no exposed skin. Similarly, thigh-high black boots cover her legs and feet.
Covered by her clothing is a lattice of scars, both old and pale, and fresh, angry red, twined and racing along her flesh like a macabre garment. The scars end at the base of her neck, leaving her head free of the grisly marks. The scars cause Rose obvious discomfort, both physically, from the pain of whatever injury may have caused them, and mentally, knowing that they give her a ghastly appearance. Viewing the scars would cause distress in those sympathetic with her or possessing great empathy for others.
When she is awake and not in her room or study, she carries some research materials in a pack, and a long, pointed cane. Her pack usually contains several blank notebooks and ledgers, charcoal pencils, a pen and several wells of inks, black and other colors, and several books or artifacts gained from her travels. Her cane was once her weapon, when she still had the strength to wield it properly. The “needle” is used much like an épée, using mainly stabbing or thrusting attacks. Unlike the épée, it is round down the length, lacks the bell guard, and has no actual grip, bearing more thickness and weight at the end she holds. -———-
“Flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo.”
Буду я не одна
Discord: Bethany#1086 -————
You see a woman sitting at a table in the corner, alone, with some sort of hot beverage in front of her. Her face looks young, maybe early to mid 20’s, although the way she sits, posture, body language, and the gray hair would all suggest a much greater age. She looks frail, as well, a tiny whisp of a woman. A flowing, black dress covers much of her alabaster skin, black, elbow length gloves adorning her hands, and matching black, thigh high boots on her feet. She seems unaware of your presence, her dark eyes distant as she sips at her beverage, looking to be lost in thought, or concentrating on something only she is aware of. There are plenty of other chairs at her table, and her stance does not seem unwelcoming, should you care to join her. -———-
Rose stands straight at 5’3", however she rarely stands straight, her frail body unable to stand for long periods. Her thin, alabaster skin is almost translucent, pale and stark white compared to her manner of dress. Her hair is just past shoulder length and shock white, brushed out straight and flowing around her shoulders. She wears a long, black dress made of heavy fabrics, comprised of several layers and dozens of pockets, containing amulets and wards, symbols and sigils, meant to keep otherworldly horrors at bay. Where the sleeves of her dress end, the tops of her gloves begin, extending from just above her elbows to her fingertips, leaving no exposed skin. Similarly, thigh-high black boots cover her legs and feet.
Covered by her clothing is a lattice of scars, both old and pale, and fresh, angry red, twined and racing along her flesh like a macabre garment. The scars end at the base of her neck, leaving her head free of the grisly marks. The scars cause Rose obvious discomfort, both physically, from the pain of whatever injury may have caused them, and mentally, knowing that they give her a ghastly appearance. Viewing the scars would cause distress in those sympathetic with her or possessing great empathy for others.
When she is awake and not in her room or study, she carries some research materials in a pack, and a long, pointed cane. Her pack usually contains several blank notebooks and ledgers, charcoal pencils, a pen and several wells of inks, black and other colors, and several books or artifacts gained from her travels. Her cane was once her weapon, when she still had the strength to wield it properly. The “needle” is used much like an épée, using mainly stabbing or thrusting attacks. Unlike the épée, it is round down the length, lacks the bell guard, and has no actual grip, bearing more thickness and weight at the end she holds. -———-
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