Post by Glace on Feb 11, 2008 21:18:24 GMT -5
General Information
[/font][/size][/i]Name: Lace
Age: Seventeen Turns
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Rank: Candidate/ Freelance Weaver
Appearance
[/font][/size][/i]Hair: Light blond
Eyes: Light blue
Height: 5'7''
Over-All:
Thick, light-blond hair travels down the fit, almost petite form of this girl in alluring waves to her waist. The way it can gleam in the light and the way it seems so light-weight for being so thick pretty much dares a hand to touch the white-ish locks. Lace's eyes are a pretty, delicate-hued light blue that seem rather merry and shy, all at the same time. Most of her unspoken emotions can be seen in these pale orbs ...
She stands at an average, basically 'tall' height that is more of an hour-glass shape, but not as exaggerated as most women. The clothing she tends to wear are more warm-colored than dark or light; like delicate shades of red and peach and brown. The clothing itself is either a dress or comfortable-fitting pants and pretty shirts that she sews herself.
Personality
[/font][/size]To be very honest, her personality is based around kindness and mother-like care. When a person first meets her, their overall observation would probably be that she was shy, and perhaps a bit timid. Even though that is rather correct, Lace holds a determination and strength that just might blow an unsuspecting person off their very feet. Though she is young herself, she cares for everyone in a way that a mother might care for her child, as a friend and a guiding hand.
Lace not only has an unshakable faith in herself, but for other people as well. She is the kind of person who could lift a worried or crushed soul back to their proper place, or lend a shoulder to cry on. Lace is an easy-going kind of person ... but of course, every human is exposed to the raw force of anger, and so is she. Her temper can flare -- though, when it does ... people usually just can not help but laugh. Her voice is so soft that when raised to try and offend or get a strong point across, it comes off rather ‘cute’.
But there are times, of course, when a bone-chilling coldness can enter that sweet tone …
History
[/font][/size]Of all histories ... Lace's is quite mellow. Being born and raised in Sanctum Hold had her raised delicately by her mother, for her father had left one day after she had been born. Even though Lace was never told where he was, he sent letters to her periodically, so it was not a dramatic or interesting relationship.
Lace took up the hobby of sewing, and soon developed a grace of the weaving craft. However, she did not accept apprenticeship -- she was firm in it just staying a hobby to suit her own needs, and those who needed clothing or blankets. Not many people would buy or even take an article she wove without the approved mark of a masterweaver; but this never stopped her.
For some reason, she got the desire to sew dragon designs onto blankets and material belts. This got her much attention ... but there was one item that Lace valued above all, one of her most achieved creations. The skirt was a rusty red and flowy, very plain -- until she found a transparent material that she attached to it after stitching a shimmery gold dragon on it. The dragon was acutely detailed and had the interesting perspective of the queen flying right at the viewer ... the dragon's eyes were brought to life by an almost gradient effect of a green and blue silk thread of finest quality.
When she was Searched, it seemed to hardly be a surprise. Lace was thrilled! Finally, something exciting was going to happen ... !
