1) Untouchable, unattainable as the most remote of glacial mountain peaks - severe and distant, with only frigid hints of the dark mountain heart of her inner being - this woman radiates an almost palpable aura of, 'Keep the ******** away.'
White gold silk cascades in free-flowing, straight, and thick ripples down the woman's back, finding rest just at her rear. Gently kissing her forehead and cheeks, shorter, errant tendrils slip free of the rest of her mane, glistening with hints of near pure silver...soft highlighting to gleaming waves. Face thusly framed embraces wide, luminous tsavorite eyes that shimmer with transparence, lightly veiled beneath thick, platinum lashes which sweetly dust peach kissed curve of high cheekbones. Slender brows of white-gold arch gently over deep-hued eyes, and smaller ears with tiny lobes - set flush against her head - taper up to gentle, vague hints of peaks, while slightly sensual lips are oft twitched into whatever expression that reflects her current take on the world. Skin is fair, almost translucent and luminescent, perfect companion to otherworldly, bewitching eyes and moon-worshipping tresses.
Though something subtle within her features might almost render her as seeming eternally poised upon the cusp of womanhood - alluring yet somehow innocent - the tests and travails of a much more difficult life tell in the cool frostfire behind her gaze, the subtle little lines at brow and corners of mouth which deepen at the pull of more negative emotions. There is strength and deep determination within this one - a challenge offered, or cold and dark intent promised - when she looks upon others, her chin lifting just so, eyes flashing with hints of what lies within. The column of her fair throat is slender-seeming and arching, blue-blooded pulse thudding deeply within.
The chestpiece of the hi-tech armor which protects her is a solid flat charcoal-grey in color: no hint of gloss, no possible reflection given from the material - just a hint of soft sheen in angled light. The armor defends lower throat, upper chest and most of her torso, and conforms to every basic plane of her body to minimize bulk. Thick and yet somehow also thin, the odd 'metal' suit is snugged to the woman by some unknown means - though there do seem to be pivot points at the left, beneath her arm - the design leaving only the abdominal area open so as to not hinder more stealthy movement.
From hidden hips to knees there is armor - more of that dusky, tough protection - its interlocking, smoothly-articulated plates somewhat thicker than those at chest, biceps, and forearms. Not one bit of extra armoring is seen at the insides and rear however, since it would hinder movement. On the outside of the right thighplate is a built-in holster, which could contain any handgun one might imagine, and upon the left is a reinforced pocket likely containing many secreted things. The culmination of the armor are the interlocking knee and lower leg plates: somewhat vicious-looking joint protectors appear as if they could rip through soft flesh if given enough force, joining to the top of shin guards constructed of two perfectly fitted pieces clamshell-moulded together around her lower leg.
Beneath this formidable outer armor is an inner one of flat-black material, the stuff seen to flex rather obviously at belly and joints when the woman moves, and what appear to be a pair of 'gloves' formed from the same strange material peeking out upon hands at joints from beneath the heavier protection of articulated, outer hand armoring. What might seem like an addendum to all this ferociously tough body gear is a pair of footwear that approximate boots - though they too are composed of the same thick armoring as her outer carapace of protection - fitting in some unknown way about lower calves and feet, articulated to allow free movement. Combined with the impressive strength that the suit of powered armor offers her, almost any impact from those feet will likely be a highly unpleasant one, at the very least.
A very few signs of use appear upon her formidable armor, the stuff most likely being taken exquisite care of by its owner, since it was crafted for her frame only. A fractional hint of a dent exists here, a dark scuff there, miniscule echos of grooves from some beast's huge claws, mayhap...perhaps even a vague point where the unknown metal was fused, once. No matter, it seems to provide her with more than ample protection, whether from blunt, sharp, or other weapons. Engage this woman at your own risk.
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SWORD description:
This long, slender sword is a hybrid of longsword and saber - the blade thin, pointed, and yet double-edged - it's edges frightfully keen. The main hilt is fashioned of some unusual kind of lambent, clear crystal worked from one solid block - the sere, yet elegant basket crafted of some odd amalgam of metals that glint with wicked silver tones.
When the blade is drawn from within its rune-bearing, matte grey metal scabbard, the mirror-finished thing skitters with plays of rainbows along the edges in the day, and pulses with veins of nacreous pearlescence at night. Clearly this is not an ordinary weapon, and is designed to fit only to the warrior's hand. Touch at your own peril.
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((NOTES: She is a 'throwback' to one of her sidhe (elf) ancestors, and as such, has a certain look of them about her in ears, eyes, facial features. Nothing startling, but more subtle. Her armor is ultra-tech stuff from some unknown super advanced race that died out millions of years ago. It's (unisex) *powered armor*, articulated sleek stuff that Master Chief would slobber over, but nothing gross or loud or such. Very smooth and functional. She's the 2nd daughter, 3rd child of the Baron/Baroness of Caradoc. Also... Tsavorite is a green garnet, very clear, intense, deep green.))
2) She standing in the foreground in a relaxed, but aware position - legs slightly spread for balance - likely with her gauss rifle in one hand, pointed upward or downward in a casual manner, helmet casually tucked under other arm. Think of your typical, slightly-cocky but knowledgeable battle veteran whos just helped to destroy some target.
3) Powers/Abilities: a handful of very minor cantrips (unimportant, mostly, save for the slight healing one she winds up using on herself all too often. Emits a bright flash of white light (like a flash bulb) when applied. Also: she's an 'almost' Spartan (IE: Halo), with greater stamina, strength, intelligence, and speed than the typical warrior. She never underwent the WHOLE process however. Her sword, rune pistol (Colt Python), and k-bar knife are ALWAYS at her side (on a weapon belt). The Python shoots plasma rounds (bright blue-white). The sword (which I'll give you a seperate description of) has many abilities she can utilize, such as: (per AD&D rules): +4/+4 sword of Sharpness; Dancing; Force (both force blade and force field); Light; Sunlight; Haste. She also has a (very rarely experienced) werewolf form...more a huge white dire wolf with green eyes, really.
4) A fragged battlefield behind her, likely mixed high and low tech, with burning and wasted stuff in the background (a few bodies, whether humanoid or monster; some overturned tanks/vehicles, and exploded buildings, yadda yadda). Doesn't need to be in detail.
5) As far as personality goes, she's like an onion/crab: many layers of protection built around a softer core. She's NOT truly 'soft' anymore, however, due to decades of being a warrior, and witnessing too much that most people shouldn't see in one life. She was once (and first) a knight with lots of pride and honor, but too much of that has been eroded by constantly losing loved ones to her universe-hopping (a curse on her) and death... as well as being a part of many darker deeds. First a knight, then a (space) Marine, then a bounty hunter, then professional mercenary (which is what she is, now).
She doesn't trust anyone, pretty much, and is capable of extreme violence (armed and unarmed)...though she'd bend over backwards to avoid hurting something like a puppy.
Otherwise, she's a smart-a**, though not necessarily a loudmouth, is a pessimist with a leftover dram of hope somewhere inside. She's mercurial of temper (which is mostly kept under control for the sake of professionalism), sarcastic, loyal, intense, aloof, passionate. Kinda-of a contradiction, at times.
Her motive at this point in her life: to try and cobble together some fraction of a 'decent' life for herself while also escaping her latest (and hated) homeworld/universe.
6) Purpose/symbolism: For her, my thoughts would be for her to ultimately transcend her painful past/present (she had to kill her own fiance, was thought a black sheep by her own family for being a female warrior, lost (he died) the man who adopted her after first being ripped from her home (magical, low tech) universe to his high tech/Halo-esque one...yadda yadda. Her Order's (knightly) symbol was the Phoenix, and she herself garnered that as a nickname. Consumed, and rising from ashes. She's also become the lone white wolf, who once ran with a 'wolf pack' of fellow mercenaries (a-la BattleTech universe's 'Wolf's Dragoons).
in some fashion (literal or figurative), fire is in her, is a part of her, and has followed her always.