Dalia Mi'Da Sorano:

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Race: Drow elf (aka Dark elf)
Class: unknown
Images: Mad for some reason
Snow-white locks sprout from her head trailing to her waist. Tied back in a small gold clasp, her bangs spiked out in odd angles. Her skin a pure ebony. Pointed elven ears poked out from under her white tresses. Curiously, her emerald orbs sparkled lightly. In the pitch back, they glowed red with infravision. Slim body clad in a leather body suit and Mithral chain mail. Gold coloured bracers around her small wrists, off turquoise coloured fingerless gloves. Knee-high brown leather boots, and a small, webbed tattoo on her right arm. Forest-green cloak hangs from her shoulders billowing out as she walks. On her belt, a small hand-crossbow hangs along with two small twin axes. A small empty-looking pouch on a cord hangs around her neck, hidden under her chain mail. Strapped across her back is a scythe. A small one, beautifully crafted, with an odd sense of magic surrounding it. A drow elf, it is obvious as you look upon her. Friendly smile on ebony features, the fem walks proudly.

Personality: It is rather hard to find where her loyalties lye. A quiet, though seemingly rather friendly elf. A bright smile, and sparkling emerald orbs that glow red with infravision. Once a friend is made, she –does- become talkative though. Although she likes a good fight, she is always one to try to prevent it. Using everything in her current knowledge, as she is rather stubborn, to prevent things from happening. Her loyalties seem to lye with whoever she talks too, though truly, they lye only with close friends and family. At times, Dalia has flashbacks. Glimpses, of her past life. Sometimes this causes sudden outbursts. Or a change of personality as she takes on the role of her former self once more. It never lasts for long. Although she is slowly recalling the memories of her past life, she vowed never to go back there. And she stands beside that vow.

Serintrail Moonface:

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Race: Moon elf (aka silver elf)
Class: Archer
Images: By a Tree
Ebony tresses fall freely to her waist, straight, and untamed. Deathly-pale skin looks tinged a slight blue colour. A pair of elven ears poke up from under her raven tresses. Sapphire blue orbs flecked gold hold a serene look. No smile plays across her pale features. That kind of thing is alien to her. Laughing coming from her mouth is unheard of from many who know her. Slim form is clad in a leather shirt, a bracer on each wrist, and snug fitting pants. Leather boots nearly complete her look. She sports a long bow strapped across her back. A quiver of arrows hangs from her belt along with a small sack. Navy-blue cloak hangs from her shoulders.

Personality: The shy one. The serious one. The logical one. Her loyalties seem to lie with no one. Yet they do. She trusts few, but even to them, she seems not to truly show it. She is the strict one. Always quiet, and thinking. A smile never crossing her deathly-pale features. When she does speak, it is done with a small, soft voice, and only a few words are uttered.