pain she felt at the deaths of her father, her sire and her first love.
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| *The soft sound of singing reaches ears and stirs emotions, it is a song of adventure and daring in the land of gypsies. Her voice is enchanting and alluring, beckoning one to join her in her land of excitement. She comes into view, dancing with her steps, her hands raised over her head some, shaking her arms and causing the bells about her wrists to tinkle prettily. She looks towards the deck and her eyes shine with the emotions that her song speaks of, the eyes of a pirate, or the eyes of a theif. She laughs softly, the sound beautiful and full of joy, it peals over the deck and that ends her song and dance, her arms drop and she grins. Her grin is enigmatic and almost shy, as if she hides a secret well and if it should ever get out it would shock and delight everyone. The smile is a replica of the Mona Lisa's quiet joking smile. Her clothes reflect her background and taste, the top clearly French in line and fabric, the color os the ocean on a sunny day, bringing out the green in her bright emerald eyes and making it all the more radiant. Her skirt is layered with different, gradient shades of aqua, the first layer a shade lighter than her top, and each layer successfully lighter, until the one at her ankles is so pale it is nearly white. Her feet are slipped into a pair of comfortable white sandles, her toenails painted the same shade as her top, and glittering like jewels. Her hair is pulled into a french braid that drops down her back to her waist, and the vibrant red catches the light and flares like a fire. Her skin is soft, creamy white, the only break in the clear complextion is a set of three tatooed tears beneath her left eye. The bells about her wrists jingle softly with her slow, graceful steps, and her nails, also a deep ocean green, tap the silver orbs softly.* | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She has three tear tattoos under her right eye, they symbolize the pain she felt at the deaths of her father, her sire and her first love. |
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