And here is the list of Ista's PC hopefuls.  Wish us all luck on our bids to become riders.  *fingers crossed*

Almira  Arilynne   Buroughs  Jeretta  Josen  Katarra  Keria   Kirewyn  Naralen  Qia  Rhea  Zaselpha

Almira
Thick red wavie hair bounces freely about Almira, trailing fully down to her lower back. Her eyes are a light shade of grey-green, little flecks of yellow lightening the outer edge of the iris as they sit beneath thin brows. A straight nose blends to lips that are usually colored a light orange to match her hair, and in all, her face is oval with a high forehead. Her figure is well muscled and petit, though still shapely ruff as she is accostumed to working her fathers land, and she stands at little over five feet.

 

Arilynne

Dark chestnut falls over alabaster brow in ever changing waves, enshrouding an elfin countenance that all but defies propriety. Large hazeled orbs that flash from sympathetic brown to mischievous green and then an innocent hue between are offset by a skinny patrician nose that is prone to freckles and quirking rosy lips that are too broad for her narrow visage. Petite willowiness is exacerbated by a considerable lack of feminine curves, yet her boyish body hides a startling strength of character all too evident in the stubborn set of her jawbone and the knowing angle of her chin.

Buroughs

Before you stands a broad shouldered lad, whose bones seem to be growing faster than his muscles. He is not tall, not yet, but if his out sized hands and feet are any indication, he will be. A shock of currly buf-colored hair, hang in dissaray upon his head. Three or four locks persistantly in his, gold eyes. His youthful features are vaguely reminicent of the Viking raiders that roamed the oceans of Earth. A perpetual smile graces his features.

 

Jeretta

Shadow become human, fluid of movement, delicate of build. Raven's-wing-black hair spills to within six inches of the floor from the crown of her head about five or so feet above. Straight as a reed, it usually either falls free or is twisted into a neat, tight braid. Pale, perfectly pure ivory skin with no trace of rosiness or blush covers her cheeks. Large, deep eyes of an incredible shade of violet are set in her face like giant amethysts, a trifle too large for her still-thin face. A petite, almost elfin build creates the illusion of fragility, but the traces of ungainly awkwardness in her walk and movements speak of a lack of maturity. Her features are delicate, yet well-defined and proportioned to each other, if not quite yet to the rest of her face. Tiny hands posess a light touch, and tiny feet have a light step. Soft lips are easy to smile and slow to frown.

 

Josen

Gray eyes glint rather intelligently and slightly mischievously beneath a usually tumbling mass of russet hair. Long fingers, oft used in crafting, keep his copper locks in a state of confusion when not occupied by something else. Pale, his face is as yet unlined, while his high cheekbones are brushed delicately by lashes too long for any man. A mouth of no particular note sits above a sharp jawline, the trademark of his family along with height - he tops 6'3" himself. Still young, and toned from being raised on a farm and being worked in a Smithy, he moves with an easy, unhurried grace.

 

Katarra

Golden tresses tumble down her back in heavy waves, a sway of her hips sending the ends swinging around her waist as she walks. Wide, sea-green eyes glance your way through long, coal black lashes. Full, rosy lips are very expressive, be it pout, frown, or smile. A regal demeanor and curvacious figure give her a more mature appearence than her tally of eighteen turns should allow - an impression that suits her just fine. She is generally soft-hearted and kind, her ego caused more by upbringing than real conceit. Raised by a doting father and spoiled by several older brothers, she simply believes the world is as it should be with her as it's center.

Keria

Shadows and light play counterpoint, their balance precarious as dark and wiry hair weighs down the pale fragility of this young woman's coutenance. Her features are as narrow and sharp as the rest of her, refined but not pretty even beneath a whimsical scattering of freckles: naught but a skinny waif, from thorn-thin legs to sleight shoulders and high-peaked ears. Only her root-beer brown eyes are round and full, oddly slanted mirrors that devilishly distort the distraction of this solemn, studious soul.

 

Kirewyn

Ebon tresses cascade, tumbling in lusterous locks of deepest onyx to frame an ovular countenance. Freckles daringly brush over the bridge of an almost-sharp nose and dusky cheeks, olive-toned skin bronzed darker still by the unceasing sun. Grey orbs peer from under pencil-thin brows, ranging from stubborn tempest's rage to dawn's softness; frost tinges, iced blue in evidence. Nearly gaunt cheeks remain dimpled, charming smile hovering at the corners of crimson lips. Not tall, she could be called short by some; neither plump nor frlips. Not tall, she could be called short by some; neither plump nor frail, she remains a pleasant medium, with womanly curves in all the right places.

Naralen
Naralen tends to regard the world as his personal domain, taking in the potential usefulness of every item and person he encounters through haunting amber eyes. His skin is the rich, even brown of klah with milk and sugar, and his hair is pure black, with barely a hint of a natural wave. Tall but slightly built, his shoulders show promise unfulfilled by the slight efforts required in his current craft. Deliberate and poised, he is well aware of his entrances and exits, often timing them for dramatic effect.

Qia

Tender visage of young features are surmounted by the pale wraith of sunbleached hair that swirls and twists in maddeningly unruly waves about a small, heart-shaped face most often home to an earnest expression. Darkly tanned flesh pulls across a high forehead upon which a widow's peak intrudes, directing the landscape of her face downwards, but lying off-center to her slender nose and plush lips. A sharp chin defines the heart's point, two blue-gray eyes beckoning where they're deeply set within the plane of her face and surrounded by thick lashes bleached blond at the ends. Neither large, nor very small, she has a pleasantly plump shape with the definite curves of a woman, hips rounded and full, legs slender and feet just a little large for her 5'9" height.

 

Rhea

Tangled mid-brown curls reach Rhea's shoulders and frame a tanned face, liquid brown eyes and enviable lashes sitting above a small, straight and freckled nose. A wide mouth, lips most often curving to a laugh or smile, completes a pretty face. Her figure curves gently down from small bust to long legs, displaying more of an agile athleticism than a seductive demeanour. Elegantly long fingers are invariably stained grey, no real sign of callouses visible, despite her turns at the hall. Standing about 5 7 she radiates energy and good humour.

 

Zaselpha

Barely reaching 4'10 in height, her body is slim to the point of being waifishly skinny yet the fragility belies the energy and grace with which she exists. Grace is evident in every movement, from the sweep of her seemingly long fingers to the quiet strength in her muscles, bestowed by almost three turns of intense Harpering. Muddy in colour, murky brown with flashes of highlights in red, gold and even grey, her hair is a fluffy, recalcitrant halo about her triangular face. And her eyes of dark green and mingled with soft grey appear too large for her, slanted and framed with long dark lashes that look like stains against her translucent, glowingly pale skin. A pert nose and mouth are both tiny, the former often suffering from wind and sun burns.