The Dark Grimoire: An interactive roleplaying community

Nefere walks soft upon the earth, silent as a shadow. A hands-breadth shy of statuesque, she is lissome, grace unfettered by pain or the stiffness of age. She possesses lean muscles over long, strong bones, and alertness coupled with economy of motion. Immaculate russet homespun covers cloth armor, also scrupulously clean. A silver ring glimmers on her right thumb, and the blackened sunburst of a medallion rests against the hollow of her throat.

Silken strands of night dark hair twine past her shoulders and fall to the small of her back with a sheen like the scattering of stars to the heavy length. There is a honeyed glow to her alabaster complexion, granting her gilded angles and the appearance of good health. The straight, decisive lines of her eyebrows are elegant, so too her aquiline nose and upswept cheekbones. Lush lips, red as berries, curve in faint approximation of a smile. Beneath thick lashes, her eyes are a startling shade of hazel gold.