Post by @sylverdubs on Mar 29, 2023 12:48:59 GMT -4
Patiently I wait.
Every subtle vibration, a veritable shout to my senses.
I know who you are, I see you stumbling blindly in the darkness.
Come out, I have been waiting for you..
Should you happen to visit the Spider in her lair, you might wonder if the neglected exterior of her home is simply a ruse. A trick to make visitors feel at ease as they underestimate the creature that lives here. The weeds growing wild next to giant mushrooms might make one think that Vireona is distracted, busy. Why does the feeling of being carefully watched refuse to dissipate?
You then likely venture into the dark interior of her abode, your way lit by a few dim candles, you would find her in a state of concentration. Perhaps reading from a book levitating before her, arms crossed and crimson eyes dancing on its pages or carefully dissecting a corpse. There would be jars containing organs, collections of soul stones and books surrounding her.
Like her namesake, Vireona seems ever vigilant: constantly absorbing information even when it seems her attention is elsewhere. Her expression is usually one of thoughtful concentration or quiet observation. Very little manages to force a reaction out of her as she seems to weigh each word she utters.
Watching her as she works may give you a vastly different image according to which side of her profile you happen to be facing. On her left, her skin is a ragged collection of burn scars that cover her body from her hairline to her waist. Both hands and forearms also carry these burn marks though generally they are covered by leather and metal gloves and vambraces. Whatever happened to cause these scars seems to have happened some time ago as her skin remains stiff though it doesn’t crack as fresh scars would.
Watching her from her right side, you would see the mer as she should normally be. Here her smooth, unblemished skin, much darker than the average dunmer, reveals her young age (by dunmer standards). Her body is lithe and supple. Every movement she makes seems graceful, as if part of some coordinated dance only she understands.
The nearby candlelight might highlight her high cheekbones or the well-defined curve of her jawline. Her thin lips, only slightly paler than her skin are closed in concentration. Large eyes, shining with intelligence flicker in your direction then back to her work. You may feel as if you were summarily acknowledged, judged and dismissed by that simple, fleeting look. Her thin eyebrows, the same color as her hair stand out in sharp contrast against her skin. The well-groomed strands are of a very pale yellow, almost white or cream colored. Her loose hair frames her face and reaches to a point just past her shoulders. It is the only part of her that seems wholly unaffected by whatever fire ravaged her left side.
Never seen in simple clothes, the armor she wears is minimalist in nature. On her limbs are leather and metal gloves ending in sharp, segmented metal fingers, bracers covering her forearms and sabatons that reach to her knees. Her waist is covered by a short leather skirt reinforced with plates of metal on her hips and around her midsection, leaving her belly bare. A metal halter that fits snugly against her upper torso covers her breasts and back. Her upper arms are capped by metal pauldrons. The armor almost seems ceremonial in nature rather than true protection. The metal has a pale, glossy finish, covered with designs and sharp, spiky protrusions.
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This character is currently used as rp tool for a specific plot. I will not list rp hooks. If you encounter her, it's because you are involved in some way in the aforementioned plot.
Every subtle vibration, a veritable shout to my senses.
I know who you are, I see you stumbling blindly in the darkness.
Come out, I have been waiting for you..
Should you happen to visit the Spider in her lair, you might wonder if the neglected exterior of her home is simply a ruse. A trick to make visitors feel at ease as they underestimate the creature that lives here. The weeds growing wild next to giant mushrooms might make one think that Vireona is distracted, busy. Why does the feeling of being carefully watched refuse to dissipate?
You then likely venture into the dark interior of her abode, your way lit by a few dim candles, you would find her in a state of concentration. Perhaps reading from a book levitating before her, arms crossed and crimson eyes dancing on its pages or carefully dissecting a corpse. There would be jars containing organs, collections of soul stones and books surrounding her.
Like her namesake, Vireona seems ever vigilant: constantly absorbing information even when it seems her attention is elsewhere. Her expression is usually one of thoughtful concentration or quiet observation. Very little manages to force a reaction out of her as she seems to weigh each word she utters.
Watching her as she works may give you a vastly different image according to which side of her profile you happen to be facing. On her left, her skin is a ragged collection of burn scars that cover her body from her hairline to her waist. Both hands and forearms also carry these burn marks though generally they are covered by leather and metal gloves and vambraces. Whatever happened to cause these scars seems to have happened some time ago as her skin remains stiff though it doesn’t crack as fresh scars would.
Watching her from her right side, you would see the mer as she should normally be. Here her smooth, unblemished skin, much darker than the average dunmer, reveals her young age (by dunmer standards). Her body is lithe and supple. Every movement she makes seems graceful, as if part of some coordinated dance only she understands.
The nearby candlelight might highlight her high cheekbones or the well-defined curve of her jawline. Her thin lips, only slightly paler than her skin are closed in concentration. Large eyes, shining with intelligence flicker in your direction then back to her work. You may feel as if you were summarily acknowledged, judged and dismissed by that simple, fleeting look. Her thin eyebrows, the same color as her hair stand out in sharp contrast against her skin. The well-groomed strands are of a very pale yellow, almost white or cream colored. Her loose hair frames her face and reaches to a point just past her shoulders. It is the only part of her that seems wholly unaffected by whatever fire ravaged her left side.
Never seen in simple clothes, the armor she wears is minimalist in nature. On her limbs are leather and metal gloves ending in sharp, segmented metal fingers, bracers covering her forearms and sabatons that reach to her knees. Her waist is covered by a short leather skirt reinforced with plates of metal on her hips and around her midsection, leaving her belly bare. A metal halter that fits snugly against her upper torso covers her breasts and back. Her upper arms are capped by metal pauldrons. The armor almost seems ceremonial in nature rather than true protection. The metal has a pale, glossy finish, covered with designs and sharp, spiky protrusions.
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This character is currently used as rp tool for a specific plot. I will not list rp hooks. If you encounter her, it's because you are involved in some way in the aforementioned plot.
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