Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Jan 26, 2020 17:35:35 GMT -8
The thieving courtesan is quick to flick Foxglove’s hand away from her cheek to avoid being patted. “You must know by now that you have to pay for such a luxury,” she says with narrowed eyes. She didn’t understand what the hell Foxgloves is, but if he could conjure diamonds so easily, she isn’t about to go denying such a job, even if he is strange. “It shouldn’t be alive because it has no body,” she adds in a small murmur. So Foxgloves is a necromancer. Gotcha. Well this is going to be annoying.
After he goes over the side, she steps over and peers down. “And he’s gone,” she says, then shakes her head. “It if weren’t for those diamonds, I’d be gone.” She looks up to the other two and then between them. So this is what she’s working with, someone who looks like they drink blood for pleasure and a skinny little elf lad. Not the crack team she would normally work with, but… a pair of distractions while she cracks locks are still useful.
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