What Are You Wearing?

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Originally Posted by Elvenlady

Changing it up since I - think - I've finished my EG shopping. Bring on the games and merchants!

You see Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l Illistim.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form and appears to be youthful. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and silky smooth, fair skin. She has lustrous, hip-length pale silver hair caught in a casual roll at the nape of her neck by some angular witchwood hairsticks. She has naturally glossy, rose-pink tinted lips. Peeking through her hair are dainty upswept ears tapering to fine points which enhance her fey-like countenance. She has a silky smooth caramel glaze brushed onto her neatly rounded fingernails.
She has an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck, and a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a smooth fustian tote with a caramel and bistre weave slung over her shoulder, some thin gold runic knuckle rings, a slightly bustled gown of soft umber and charcoal tartan with a bateau neckline, a platinum wedding ring, and some witchwood-heeled dark silk chopines tapering to pointed tips.

Rohese has a well-meshed collection of woodland scents haunting the air about her -- detectable are fresh pine sap, oak, dew-damp moss, and patchouli.

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May I have your tote please?

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For those who were interested... my highly illegal headpiece is up for grabs in Hadya's shop.

tap head
You tap a bronze serpent headpiece suspending a floor-length train of etched copper scales on a Vornavian silk-covered table.
>get head
Looking closely at the serpent headpiece, you see that it will cost 10000000 coins.
You can PULL the serpent headpiece to remove it from the inventory.


I thought I would let the fashionistas have a crack at it first.

Is it because it is floor-length regardless of who wears it that makes the piece illegal?

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Originally Posted by Fallen

Is it because it is floor-length regardless of who wears it that makes the piece illegal?

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I had a hard time getting it made because of the "Weight of the headpiece being far too much for anyone to carry around on their heads." To that I say... women suffer for fashion, the end.

Oh, it is also pinworn.

Oh, neat. I likes it.

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Originally Posted by ViridianAsp

I had a hard time getting it made because of the "Weight of the headpiece being far too much for anyone to carry around on their heads." To that I say... women suffer for fashion, the end.

Oh, it is also pinworn.

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Lol, but people walk around carrying 150lbs in their cloak... got to love the nonsense that is gs

Someone got a similar item made at the costume merchant the other day.. something like a purplish black headdress of metallic snakes.. something like that.

I just know I went through hell to get it made. I know a lot of gs barbies really liked it.

Some Post-EG, Post-Sorting wardrobe change. Winter's bringing a sleeker, more chic style for Riend! Also... Iacl's illegal clothing... so, much, <3!

You see Riend Ar'Fiernel.
She appears to be a Sylvankind.
She is tall in stature and appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has oblique malachite-flecked chestnut eyes and gardenia white skin. She has fine, textured mournbloom black hair worn in a short, playful pixie style with her bangs pulled to one side by a slim copper filigree barrette cradled by scarlet tanager feathers. She has an oval face, a pair of rectangular fel glasses perched upon her nose and narrow, delicately pointed ears. She has scintillating eahnor red lacquer brushed onto her smoothly filed fingernails.
She has a trio of carved ivory hoops set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, and a tiny blue water drop tattoo on the inside of her left wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a paper-thin scarlet enamel poppy choker, a puff-sleeved vanilla cotton shirt caught with a single button to leave a plunging open neckline, an enamel blossom-framed case, some wide-legged matte black pants of a lightweight cotton and silk blend, and some glossy black leather boots with a matte kelyn-buckled gusset.

Riend has a niveous haze of white florals - whispers of magnolia and gardenia - atop grounding notes of herbasceous saffron and smoky sandalwood engulfing her. Lingering when all else has faded is the sweet floral of mimosa blossoms.

Finally got Aiska's standard armor outfit finished, completing the whole "what if Mass Effect's Grunt was a human being" teenage berserker look.


You see Aiska Sunrider the Berserker.
She appears to be a Human from Seareach.
She is short in stature and appears to be young and untried. She has sleepy wintry blue eyes, bold henna stripes on her face, and tanned skin. She has waist-length, straight pale blonde hair tucked under a tightly knotted ebon muslin bandana worn as a skullcap. She has a square face and a series of freckles over her nose and across her cheeks. Spidery veins of shadowy grey stand out against her neck, rising over her chin and jawline, and her lips are a grey-tinged ashen hue. She has a thin, scrawny build.
She has a golden crown marking on her neck, and a tattoo of colorful rampaging monsters on her arm.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a humongous steel roa'ter axe coated with blood and ectoplasm in her right hand.
She is wearing a bloodstone amulet, a huge krolvin skin greatcloak, a leather baldric fringed with ogre teeth slung over her shoulder, a leering troll's head satchel slung over her other shoulder, a gore-stained field pack, some gold and blue platemail with warpaint-streaked faulds, a pair of dirty bloodstained hand-wraps, and some armor-plated leather boots with spiked steel soles.


Amulet's an ESP amulet holder with no look, and the shadowy features and the crown marking are Cross Into Shadows storyline stuff.

Tattoo:
Mythical monsters great and small engage in gaily colored bloodsport in the gaudy and elaborate sleeve-like tattoo. The ink ranges from a ki-lin rearing up to kick the snarling kraken upon her forearm, to the roaring gryphon that wraps about her elbow to battle a great winged drake above, and all the little sprites and kobolds in between. A tattered yellow ribbon spirals down the length of her arm, reading, "I PUNCH DRAGONS," in a florid and entirely overwrought script.

Axe:
An enormous and savage double-bit steel axe is surely intended for a titan. Ragged thrak hide is wound down the middle third of the haft, reinforcing the grip, and the naked wood is nocked with some ghastly tally.

Cloak:
Once a goliath among its kind, this fearsome seafarer has been reduced to little more than the spoils of war. Thick, bristly hide envelops the wearer from top to toe, lined with a supple suede whose hood has been crudely stitched into what remains of beast's fractured skull. When drawn, the bleached, jawless maw crowns the wearer in macabre splendor.

Pack:
A simple, sturdy, and weather-resistant bag preferred by soldiers of any stripe for its durability, this wretched thing has nevertheless seen better days. Mismatched patches have been haphazardly slapped over a half-dozen rips and tears, but more troubling are the ominous dark splotches marring what was once a uniform brown. It seems to bear some sort of crest or insignia, but time and abuse have faded the design beyond recognition.