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<font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;">''Deep blue eyes set upon you and to your misfortune, she fixates on your features''... It is as though the woman is sketching your visage with just her eyes. There is nothing remotely sensual or intriguing to her gaze, if anything it is unsettling. After precious beats of a second, you are afforded peace, as even this odd Duskwight must blink, an effeminate set of long lashes touch lightly marked and full cheeks. She smiles with a set of dark pouting tiers, the expression like pure honey and at the same time, so well-crafted that it wreaks of a forced attempt at comfort? Her thick brows knit, their neatly trimmed shape presenting some strange semblance of concern. Lady Rouanet would strike you as a Ishgardian Elezen, from her svelte frame to the delicate chin as she lifts it with some measure of pride. Under her typically, fashionable attire, it is much of the same prim and proper presentation. If it were not for that cool gray slate of a skin tone, the woman would blend well among others of her ‘chosen’ nation. ''The woman flashes a smile again, attempting to greet you''... The words just as sweet as she summons those facades. Her teeth are well cared for, albeit an off-white, given her race. Her hands are at her lap and it is there that you can see she is more unsettled by you than you can be of her. She fidgets with anything that she has and if there is naught but her slender fingers, she will twist and turn those all the same. | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;">''Deep blue eyes set upon you and to your misfortune, she fixates on your features''... It is as though the woman is sketching your visage with just her eyes. There is nothing remotely sensual or intriguing to her gaze, if anything it is unsettling. After precious beats of a second, you are afforded peace, as even this odd Duskwight must blink, an effeminate set of long lashes touch lightly marked and full cheeks. She smiles with a set of dark pouting tiers, the expression like pure honey and at the same time, so well-crafted that it wreaks of a forced attempt at comfort? Her thick brows knit, their neatly trimmed shape presenting some strange semblance of concern. Lady Rouanet would strike you as a Ishgardian Elezen, from her svelte frame to the delicate chin as she lifts it with some measure of pride. Under her typically, fashionable attire, it is much of the same prim and proper presentation. If it were not for that cool gray slate of a skin tone, the woman would blend well among others of her ‘chosen’ nation. ''The woman flashes a smile again, attempting to greet you''... The words just as sweet as she summons those facades. Her teeth are well cared for, albeit an off-white, given her race. Her hands are at her lap and it is there that you can see she is more unsettled by you than you can be of her. She fidgets with anything that she has and if there is naught but her slender fingers, she will twist and turn those all the same. | ||
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Florentia Rouanet --- About
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Deep blue eyes set upon you and to your misfortune, she fixates on your features... It is as though the woman is sketching your visage with just her eyes. There is nothing remotely sensual or intriguing to her gaze, if anything it is unsettling. After precious beats of a second, you are afforded peace, as even this odd Duskwight must blink, an effeminate set of long lashes touch lightly marked and full cheeks. She smiles with a set of dark pouting tiers, the expression like pure honey and at the same time, so well-crafted that it wreaks of a forced attempt at comfort? Her thick brows knit, their neatly trimmed shape presenting some strange semblance of concern. Lady Rouanet would strike you as a Ishgardian Elezen, from her svelte frame to the delicate chin as she lifts it with some measure of pride. Under her typically, fashionable attire, it is much of the same prim and proper presentation. If it were not for that cool gray slate of a skin tone, the woman would blend well among others of her ‘chosen’ nation. The woman flashes a smile again, attempting to greet you... The words just as sweet as she summons those facades. Her teeth are well cared for, albeit an off-white, given her race. Her hands are at her lap and it is there that you can see she is more unsettled by you than you can be of her. She fidgets with anything that she has and if there is naught but her slender fingers, she will twist and turn those all the same. Most Prominent Features:
Florentia is a quiet soul from what you might gather in her presence. She is direct and carries a level of seriousness to everything that she does. Despite those first impressions, she does more than just attempt to be an encouraging presence. Often, she will go out of her way to care for you and that is sensed just in her level of detail and attention. that show While her bedside manner obviously could be improved upon, she does try. In her eyes, her hands belong to the Goddess Halone and her will is the Fury’s doing. What strength of character she shows, she humbly attributes to her faith. What anger she has in her heart is most available when she must bring herself to associate with heathen and skeptics alike. As you study the noble, hypocrisy will rear its ugly head, no matter how good and devout she presents herself as the cracks and crevices fade into view as she faces unknown magics or the exotic races of the Southern regions. She will placate to these individuals more than others. Often you can see her lose her values as knew and exciting items surface for her. There is a giddiness to her as she attempts to understand, an elation that her loyalty to Halone cannot pry her from.
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