by Issildia on October 12th, 2009, 7:23 pm
Standing at 6’1” Issildia can be seen as a faintly daunting silhouette when graced with her celestial form. Otherwise when restrained to that mortal shell granted via her previous human life the dark haired woman is reduced slightly to a more diminutive stature.
Within the grace of the moon’s embrace Issildia bears the typical luminescent skin of the Ethaefal along with the customary shifting hues that decorate her other array of features. Silver eyes, dotted with ever wavering pigments of onyx and ivory, bear a muted and cloaked gaze that dares not to speak of the fall that delivered her back to the cold grasp of this earthly realm.
When restrained to her human form, the Ethaefal is garbed in a pale olive skin that retains the faintest dappling of color to suggest that the woman once dwelt in a more mild environment before her departure from that mortal shell. Dark obsidian locks cascade down her back in rippling waves of subdued silk that seem to dangle freely with little sign of worried care. Deep cerulean eyes are set within an angled visage that glimmer dispassionately upon all that she comes upon. It can be said that this slender creature holds no fervor in her bearing, the love of life now dissipated with the memory of such loss weighing heavily upon her shoulders.
Commonly Issildia garbs herself in a simple wardrobe of dark pigments. A slimming layered skirt hangs loosely from her hips with faint embroidery set upon the edges of the fabric. Upon her torso resides an onyx colored tunic that glides down her form to provide a well fitted image decorated with worn embroidery in a matching yet faintly lighter thread. Simple black boots reach up to her very knees with a short heel that would not hinder the woman when meandering throughout the wilderness.
The only notable item that Issildia garbs herself in is a single pendant worn about her neck that was found upon the very beach that she herself washed up upon within the fading moments of her rebirth. Some trinket originating from another owner perhaps, but it was all that she had gleaned from that uncertain moment drenched in fear and bewilderment. Thus she had clung to it with ever ounce of strength she possessed. The necklace hung from a simple leather cord that hung down upon her breast where a simple orb of milky colored moonstone dangled freely, clasped between a silver array that resembled the talons of a falcon that firmly grasped the gem betwixt them. |
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Issildia on October 18th, 2009, 2:32 am, edited 1 time in total.