Just mucking around at EG. Her features had to be shifted slightly to work with Sprunkles specs and are crazy long with the nail polish, too.
You see Lady Issalya Valdarien Illistim the Sculptress of Ta'Illistim.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is petite and appears to have come of age. She has large, owlish gentian blue eyes and pale as parchment skin. She has long, lustrous silver hair that trails past her waist in a riot of gently coiled mercurial curls. She has a heart-shaped face and a pair of half-lensed spectacles perched upon her small nose. Her small, yet distinctively sloping nose is perfectly offset by the bowed curve of her upper lip, while her slender neck and delicate bone structure enhance her fragile appearance. She has sleek glassy charcoal polish brushed onto her neatly manicured fingernails.
She has a pair of crimson-tipped white feathered wings on her back.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a long silver feather quill tucked behind one ear, an orb-inset fel talisman, an argent silk satin dolman with swirls of subtle tone-on-tone beadwork, a gold-framed House Illistim crest, some cowled slick black satin robes suffused with crimson along the pooling hem, a black leather components satchel, and some slim over-the-knee ebon kidskin boots with tapering pointed toes.
Talisman: Petrified fel wood, its bleached bone hue a sharp contrast to the darkness it surrounds, is carved into the eerily realistic likeness of a skeletal hand. The long, bony fingers curve around a shadowy black orb, grasping it covetously. Spiraling in and out of one another within the smooth surface, the orb's unique blend of dark metals seem to absorb, rather than reflect, light. A tiny, almost indistinct inscription is inlaid in silver scroll along the index finger.
Crest: The gold frame of the crest has the arch clearly divided into seven distinct sections in the imperial style. Within, on a field of perfect sapphire blue, an elegant elven script separates the images of a peacock pavonated and a blooming ivory gardenia with amethyst-suffused edges. A trio of sharpened, slightly curved silver quills forms the flourish, and the piece is flanked left with two entwined sprigs of cothinar and to the right with a crimson-fletched broken golden arrow.
Satchel (was a gift): Woven from strips of fine doeskin leather, each in a varying hue of black, the satchel is reminiscent of the coming shadows of twilight. Stitched inside are pockets of various sizes, each lined with silver fur to protect their contents. On the side are embroidered ten diamond-inset silver stars, positioned to perfectly resemble the constellation known as The Guardian.
You have the distinctive aroma of black tea clinging to your skin, enhanced by sweet, creamy vanilla top notes. Bitter accords of bergamot are undercut by the delicate musk of aged bookbinding and finished with an underlying sharp coppery tang.