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15:41, 29th March 2024 (GMT+0)

Ambergaive


A gamine young woman, slender and possessing of a figure and posture both elegant and gallant. Her short, mouse brown hair looks soft to the touch and is kept neatly trimmed to frame her face without shifting into her large, dark blue eyes or the long, feathery black eyelashes that protect them. Locks to either side of her face curl charmingly onto her cheeks or down along the narrow line of her jaw. Her plump, girlishly pink lips tend to remain closed in a calm, serious line; not only to match her demeanor but also to usually hide the snaggled eye-tooth that she is a bit self-conscious about.

She wears a heavy cloth tabard of a deep sapphire blue, bold white lines dividing the length into uneven quadrants with Helm's vigilant eye outlined where they meet over her chest. A heavy leather corset fits tightly to her exceptionally slender torso, girded with polished steel; it begins under her slim bust and ends just past the curve of her ribs. The tabard is then held close to her flat stomach, following the bell out to her wide hips. Slung low is a heavy belt loaded with large box style pouches and a well-protected cylindrical scroll case. Under the tabard is a white shirt, its tall collar standing fetchingly against her long, slender neck while the bottom hem is cut higher at the sides to further highlight the width of her hips, curve of her back, and even the outward curve of her posterior.

A leather harness matching the corset-like belt high on her torso tightly binds her narrow, firm shoulders, framing her bust and curving over the top of her back. Dark grey, polished plates bulkily gird her arms while a breastplate smooths the lithe curve of her chest. Heavy steel gauntlets are large across her slender hands and articulated over her fingers; each large plate on the top of her hands bearing the eye of Helm. Her long legs are similarly armored; substantial plates on her thighs and making up greaves from the knees down, the metal of her heels quite loud. The ends of the tabard neatly end at points near the space between her knees; higher in the back thanks to the extra curves it must traverse.

Usually either in her right hand or the crook of her left elbow is a tall, straight, and slender staff of glass, its facets breaking the light that catches it and the planes of reflections giving it additional shape and substance. When compared to its owner it is a good six inches taller than the five-and-a-half foot tall young woman. A small heater shield emblazoned with the symbol of Helm is usually close at hand.