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− | <li>- | + | <li>'''Drinking'''- Considered her worst habit, Aelorelle has been known to drown her woes in rum or nurse whiskey during celebratory events. No matter the day or how it went, friends and family are used to her taking a bottle to her room.</li> |
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Revision as of 04:40, 21 July 2017
Aelorelle Vallancourt "Whiskey in a teacup." About
Unblemished and unmarred, the proprietress is regarded unassuming at first takes. Her eyes glimmer as ametrine stone, a lucid violet rounded in a thin trim of gold and framed in lashes dark and long. Peering down to a host of cheekbones pronounced and high, her contours cut a desirable profile. Her jaw is sharp and prominent, shaping her pointed chin whilst her high brows curve humbly. All at once, her features are sharp and soft, pronounced and slight. A straight nose shyly turns its tip upward, and the lips beneath are plush and bowed. Partial to simplicity, her lips are stroked over with a colorless gloss as opposed to the darker rouge amongst the peerage. A lengthy, fussy silvery mane is tied in a lower ponytail by a daintily tied ribbon. The tresses taper just to the back of her knees, coiling in loose, vague curls at their ends. A source of contention for some and awe for others, her barbed ears are painfully indicative of mixed heritage. Though her success abates the racism from her doors, she is aware of its continued propagating beyond her home. Though a frail child, burgeoning curves produced between the cusp of maturity and womanhood remained and swelled. Despite her trimmed, taut stomach, some have boasted the Half-Elezen is blessed with a matronly figure from Nophica herself, possessed of a noticeably rounded bosom and ample hips. Largely considered bodacious with a saturating charisma, the "Lady of the Crown" is a woman well aware of her curvature and naught of shame for it. Scars & Markings: She has a pinkish line of discolored skin spanning from her navel from the underside of her breasts to ilms beneath her belly button. Voice: Husky, singsong, chirping. Aelorelle adopts several tones depending on the situation, though typically hers composes endearing inflections and a muted, smoky tinge. Clothing: ---
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It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
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