What Are You Wearing?

[Jolena]

My empath:


You see Lady Alania the Herbmistress.
She appears to be an Aelotoi.
She appears to be in the bloom of youth and shorter than average. She has long-lashed stormy green eyes, burgundy cheeks, and tanned skin. She has shoulder length, curly chestnut hair with lighter streaks. She has a delicate face, a small nose and dimpled cheeks. She has a pair of dusky midnight blue-veined translucent silver-tipped wings.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a soft black cashmere cloak clasped with a diamond-inset silver aloeas leaf, some snow white dupioni silk robes adorned with onyx beading, an ebony silk waistpouch fastened with long silken cords, and a pair of black ribbon-laced sandals.

The spectacles rock, they have a bunch of cute actions:


Alania licks the lens of her spectacles.


Alania gently polishes her spectacles with a bit of cloth.
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Alania holds her spectacles at arm's length and peers through the lens.


Alania puts on a pair of wire-framed spectacles.

Alania peers over the rim of her spectacles.
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Alania pushes her spectacles up the bridge of her nose.
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Alania adjusts the fit of her spectacles.

[Shari]

J;AWEOIJOIAFI;O NV;OOJOUV;OIFBVWFVLI


STOP FREAKING QUOTING ME, WOMAN!


That being said...


You see Jesae Jiin.
She appears to be a Sylvankind of the Lassaran D'ahranal.
She appears to be in the bloom of youth and shorter than average. She has captivating olive green eyes and fair skin. She has hip-length, luminous straight champagne blonde hair that is silky-soft to the touch. She has a delicately sculpted face, an upturned nose and slightly-curved, naturally tinged pink lips.
She has a slender silver loop centered with a tiny sapphire bead in her left eyebrow, and a faint curl of tattooed jade smoke at her nape that rises sinuously up her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a moonstone-carved tuberose pendant suspended from a delicate silver chain, a satin-lined white ermine stole, a sleeveless white lace overdress with a voluminous hood, a flared azure houppelande with white slashed puff sleeves, a white satin purse adorned with aquamarine beaded wavelets, and some backless sheer silk sandals.

[Gnomad]

My new rogue. He's not as fancy as most of you ladies, and most of the stuff is off the shelf from EG, but I like it all the same. Any suggestions for better footwear?

You see Girban.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He appears to be immature and shorter than average. He has bright milky blue eyes and tanned skin. He has very short, golden blonde hair. He has a delicate face, a prominent nose and a missing tooth.
He is wearing a slender black linen eye mask, a tattered spidersilk cape, a small shield, some dark fitted leathers with a masked cowl, some brown linen pants with holes in the knees, a battered leather ankle sheath, and a pair of muddy rope sandals.

[Jolena]

Jolena's outfit for today:


You see Jolena.
She appears to be a Human.
She appears to be mature and of a peculiarly diminutive stature. She has mismatched cerulean and smaragdine eyes and supple sun-toned tawny skin. She has hip-length, rich maple-hued hair loosely styled with some teardrop etched crystal hairjewels scattered throughout. She has an elegantly sculpted face, a tiny single freckle beside her petite button nose and long, subtly-upturned lashes. She has soft, delicately-contoured and naturally-tinged deep rose lips.
She has a crescent moon tattoo on her neck, and a blooming moonflower tattoo on her waist.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a plush snowcat fur cloak lined with crimson satin, a long gauzy dark grey silk bodice, a triple-knotted gauzy crimson silk wristlet, a ruby red eahnor wedding ring, a crimson-swept deep grey censer, a layered skirt of deep red and ivory silk, and some low-heeled dark grey silk slippers.

[Kenn]

I'm a fan of the weathered leather look for my ranger.

You see Anarquendi Aldudil the Watcher.
He appears to be a Sylvankind of the Lassaran D'ahranal.
He appears to be in the spring of life and average height. He has piercing crystal blue eyes and fair skin. He has shoulder length, golden blonde hair worn in a ponytail. He has a classical nose and slightly pointed ears.
He has a diving hawk tattoo on his neck, and a sun and moon tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a fringe-handled tawny hawk prayer-feather, a pair of dark crystal-lensed spectacles, a tree bark amulet, a criss-crossed leather bow sling, a weathered sylvan overcoat, a silver leaf-patterned soft green silk shirt, a sleek archer's vest, a filigree silver snowflake, a sprig of edelweiss, some fingerless skinning gloves, a doeskin finger guard, a wiregrass bracelet, a wide leaf embossed belt, a leather tooled knife case, a sunburst etched silver flask, an old cracked leather belt pouch, some well-worn leather trousers, and some elven tracking boots.

Anarquendi shows you a sleek archer's vest, which he is wearing. Crafted of supple leather, this vest hosts a number of pockets for tools of the trade. A large tube-like pocket on the back holds arrow shafts, and smaller pockets in the front have room for glue, fletchings, and arrowheads. The front of the vest is buttoned up with platinum buttons, each carved to resemble an infinity knot.

Anarquendi shows you some well-worn leather trousers, which he is wearing. Weathered by years of exposure to the elements, the leather of these trousers is starting to wear thin. A faint line of elven runes can be seen trailing down the left leg, overlapping the faded outline of a sunburst. An intricate pattern of twisting vines of ivy winds its way down the right leg, snaking over the outline of another barely visible sunburst. Though ravaged by time, these trousers appear sturdy enough to last a good while longer.

Anarquendi shows you a weathered sylvan overcoat, which he is wearing. Years of exposure to the elements have taken their toll on this overcoat. Parched by sun and wind, the leather has begun to crack in several places. Sewn onto the left shoulder is a sun-bleached patch indicating the rank master archer of the Tyesteron D'ahranal. Stitched upon the right shoulder is a faded patch bearing the title expert marksman with the name "Aldudil" worked into an intricate design of ivy vines. Although ravaged by time, the overcoat will hold up for years to come.

[Goretawn]

a sprig of edelweiss,.

Did they put the German Alps in between Ireland and Egypt in game. You know, just outside RR?

[Kenn]

Did they put the German Alps in between Ireland and Egypt in game. You know, just outside RR?

Nope.
http://www.play.net/gs4/info/flora/f....asp#edelweiss

[LeftOverGoods]

I came across this guy in the park... and being nosy, I asked to see his items.

I really have nothing else to say other than to post what he was wearing.. because, well, I'm kinda speechless.

You see Vivaldi Al'Askani.
He appears to be a Half-Sylvan.
He appears to be stooped with age and taller than average. He has tired blue eyes and coarse, sun-spotted skin. He has short, slovenly wheat white hair dappled with dusty grey. He has a weathered face, a broken nose and stooped shoulders.
He has a farmer's plow tattoo on his wrist, and a golden turnip tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an old notched farmer's scythe in his right hand and a wooden toothpick in his left hand.
He is wearing a dusty wide-brimmed hat, a scratched silvery vaalorn star, a patched canvas longcoat, a dusty farmer's satchel, a dusty equipment harness with a rusty-bladed hoe strapped to it, a disheveled cotton shirt, a braided willow twig wedding band, an ironwood flask inlaid with a vaalorn plow, some dusty canvas trousers, and some dusty canvas workboots.

You look closely at Vivaldi, examining an old notched farmer's scythe. What used to be a perfectly forged weapon of war has been reduced to the life of a dusty old farm tool. Once mighty, the rolaren blade is badly notched and coated with splatters of green and brown. A spiral of softened canvas stitched with crimson farming runes wraps the battered ironwood haft, offering its owner some modicum of protection from splinters. The only other adornment is a tiny vaalorn turnip cap bolted at the bottom of the shaft.


You look closely at Vivaldi, examining a dusty wide-brimmed hat. Coated with a thin layer of dust, this cleverly woven straw hat is designed to protect from the rain and sun. A ring of etched runes encircle the hat just above its wide brim. Protruding from beneath the band at a jaunty angle is a long golden pin, tipped with a cleverly carved mithril turnip.

Vivaldi shows you a scratched silvery vaalorn star, which he is wearing. Strung on a sturdy leather cord, the once-shiny metal is now so marred that the surface is barely reflective. The fluffy fronds of some sort of plant emerge near the top of the star's five points, and below, the words, 'in recognition'... but the rest of the etching is indecipherable.

Vivaldi shows you a patched canvas longcoat, which he is wearing. Mostly canvas, this garment has been repaired numerous times with bits of leather, oilcloth, burlap, and other weather-resistant materials. Threads of black, brown, and stained grey meander over the fabrics, binding them together with irregular but sturdy stitching. A lining of faded crimson and blue flannel is the only intact portion, besides the six scratched vaalorn buttons arranged in an almost-straight line along the front. A simple hood offers additional protection from the elements.

Vivaldi shows you a disheveled cotton shirt, which he is wearing. This loose shirt has certainly seen better days. Once white, or maybe cream, constant exposure to dust has taken over and tinted the fabric a dinghy fawn. Interesting splotches of purple and green further the degredation of the original color. Small vaalorn buttons shaped like tiny turnips fasten the front of the garment, though the top one is missing and the second is hanging by little more then a thread. A patch of canvas whipstitched over the left side of the chest serves as a makeshift pocket.


You look closely at Vivaldi, examining some dusty canvas trousers. Fastened with a buckle in the shape of a golden fist clutching a turnip, these trousers have several pockets sewn along the legs in a haphazard fashion. Various odds and ends poke out of the one untorn pocket, one looking strangely like a turnip top.


You look closely at Vivaldi, examining some dusty canvas workboots. Strong canvas material lines the inside of these workboots, giving protection from the wear and tear of the field, and their sturdy vaalorn mesh and spiked tread enable the wearer to brave even the roughest of terrains. Crimson runes of farming run down the sides, and the barely visible image of a tiny plow, with the words "You've been planted by the Farmer" is scrawled on each heel.

[HouseofElves]

That is commitment to a theme!

[TheEschaton]

Vivaldi is an old school actual turnip farmer. He ran with the whole "We've all come from turnip farms to seek fame and fortune" bit.

-TheE-