I don't have much in the way of descriptions from my past but I was reminded that I could at least start to save them. This record starts with the 2nd evolution of my first description. The original was lost on my return from a long absence. I don't remember the exact date I wrote this so the first one shall be dated the day it was placed here.

When I first started my description it was with the intent that it should reflect my growth as an Elf in the realm. Every aspect or reference has meaning to me and my past. Although it's not strictly in consecutive order and it has become rather vague over time.

I have also started helping others with their descriptions. Starting with Dee, my first description not written for myself.


Bliss
1st Description - 1st Evolution (Actually she's had lots!)
03/12/2003

Lounging carelessly here you see a sleek, lazy woman. Her body stretches out as she yawns, her hands reaching for the sky. The tangle of auburn chaos falls from her face, bouncing slightly to the side revealing her curious, amethyst eyes. Peeking at you long enough to determine how likely it is that you'll have any chocolate for her.

Not seeing anything in her immediate vicinity, her gaze darts away. With lacey garments flowing about her feline form, she slinks off to hunt for her favorite treat.


Zip
1st Description - 2nd Evolution
03/11/2003

The first thing you do is smile. You seem to have found one of the cutest witches in the realm. Remarkable how this little Elf seems to charm you without so much as looking in your direction. Outfitted in a short red leather skirt, and pointed hat, the thigh-high boots and black choker seem very tastefull. Bouncing on the curve of her hip, a sleek rapier swings in it's scabbard seemingly always cast in shadow.

Her broom has been placed against a nearby wall, her little forehead crinkled in concentration, a slight frown touches her lips as she feels the essence out. As her hands flicker through some interesting arcane patterns, you notice that her light tan tends to set her rich auburn hair off nicely. Her intelligent eyes flicker quickly in your direction, their deep purple, almost blue color, seem to possess not only the determination that is required of magery but also a warning to keep away from her broom whilst she is casting.

A moment later, she utters something under her breath, a soft pop and a little smoke later and... nothing. Muttering she picks her broom up decides that she will have to travel to get herself some chocolate today.


Tairee
1st Description - 1st Evolution
24/04/2003

You can't help but stare at her, rarely have you seen such beauty. Her skin is almost pale, very smooth and unblemished beneath the flare of long red hair that floats about her almost, dancing with her. Looking at her from tip to toe your fantasy's are teased by her curves, long legs and deep sparkling blue eyes. Raising an eyebrow she gazes back at you, her thoughts obvious in the expression on her face, she wants to know what you can do for her...


Neodis
2nd Description - 2nd Evolution
09/11/2002

A Moon Elf is not a common site in the realm. The Wild, shoulder length, blue hair, darting, deep green eye's however is a dead give away, although the skin has an almost ashy tint to it's silvery complexion. A little on the smallish side, the Elven grace is very evident, the polite yet knowing smile, the arrogantly glinting eyes, all very irritatingly Elven.

Dark forest greens and deep sinister colors seem to be the theme of the leather keeping this Elf warm. Leather shirt and pants fit snugly and efficiently over his body whilst gloves and boots protect his extremities. A cloak finishes off the simple outfit, shades of dark greens and very deep reds seem to ripple across his back as he moves. Floating just over his head, a ball of yellow light burns brightly, regardless of its apparently dark center.

Below his left eye shimmers the tattoo of a crescent moon. Sign of the Coven and his Mistress, Lady Bliss.


Neodis
2nd Description - 1st Evolution
09/11/2002

A Moon Elf is not a common site in the realm. The Wild, shoulder length, blue hair, darting, deep green eye's and almost silvery skin however is dead give away. A little on the smallish side, the Elven grace is very evident, the polite yet knowing smile, the arrogantly glinting eyes, all very irritatingly Elven.

Dark forest greens and deep sinister colors seem to be the theme of the leather keeping this Elf warm. Leather shirt and pants fit snuggly and efficiently over his body whilst gloves and boots protect his extremities. A cloak finishes off the simple outfit, shades of dark greens and very deep reds seem to ripple across his back as he moves.

At his waist, two very odd weapons. Shaped in the form of crescent moons, a longer curved blade and a shorter, even more curved dagger seem to be made for each other. Tucked under a leather belt, a small notebook rests, protected from the elements, perhaps a journal. Floating just over his head, a ball of yellow light burns brightly, regardless of its apparently dark center.

Below his left eye shimmers the tattoo of a crescent moon. Sign of the Coven and his Mistress, Lady Bliss.


Zip
1st Description - 1st Evolution
03/11/2002

The first thing you do is smile. You seem to have found one of the cutest witches in the realm. Remarkable how this little Elf seems to charm you without so much as looking in your direction. Outfitted in a short red leather skirt, and pointed hat, the thigh-high boots and black choker seem very tasteful. Around her Waist a scabbard, blackened around the rim, the pommel of a flaming blade pokes out amongst the occasional flickering of fire. Her broom has been placed against a nearby wall to free her hands as she focus's upon her spell book of black magic, floating before her.

As her hands flicker through some interesting arcane patterns, you notice that her light tan tends to set her rich auburn hair off nicely. Her intelligent eye's flicker quickly in your direction, their deep purple, almost blue color, seem to possess not only the determination that is required of magery but also a warning to keep away from her broom whilst she is casting.

A moment later, she utters something under her breath, a soft pop and a little smoke later and... nothing. Muttering she picks her broom up decides that she will have to travel to get herself some chocolate today.


Sybill
1st Description - 1st Evolution
01/11/2002
(Note: The original description here was created by Sybill herself. Although I have done a lot of heavy editing and revising it is more or less true to original. Each and every change was approved by Sybill as we worked on it.)

Looking around you notice a young elven lady before you. She is over-looking her armor and seems unaware of anything, or anyone around her. A moment later she rises gracefully to her full Elven height.

Slender, even for a young elf, she's still very tall, almost six feet. You have to look up to see her face, a soft, friendly smile greets you. Her sparkling eye's seem somewhat unconcerned, bright with a fierce loyalty, you can't quite seem to determine if they are blue, or brown. Shaking her head a little, your eyes are captured by her thick flaming red hair as it bounces into view. Hanging down to her hip, you notice a pretty, silver clasp keeping it out of her face.

Despite the heavy armor that protects her, her slender, high hips have rarely failed to capture the attention of many suitors. Although not unaffected by such attentions, she seems somewhat uninterested.

Your continued curiosity arches an eyebrow, grinning kindly, she inquires if you could use a hand with anything.


Dee
1st Description - 1st Evolution
28/07/2002

The first thing you notice when you look upon this creature is her face. Demure, inviting, framed by straight cut, shoulder length silky black hair, her eye's two deep pools of blue. Her movements suggest to you that she is not a stranger to battle but her skin looks so soft as to suggest a more privileged life. Life of a cleric you suppose but you can't help but notice just how smooth her skin really is.

In and amongst the various pieces of well placed, revealing armor and silken skirts you notice that she wears a holy symbol to the Lord of shadows, Vorax. It's worn in the open, proudly, the tilt of her head whilst playful also suggests a certain stubbornness about her. She probably harasses her brothers and sisters constantly.

Blinking a little it occurs to you that you have been staring at her for some time now. Her figure having captured your eye's, the way she holds herself looking so inviting. Your heart stops as you realize that she has seen you looking, her deep eyes now return your stare looking back just as intently, studying you just as much. With a little smile on her face she winks playful at you, an invitation to follow as she disappears into the next street, her laughter echoing back with a tempting, crystal clarity.


Neodis
1st Description - 2nd Evolution
01/07/2002

Before you the Elf known as Neodis stands. His heritage has given him a delicate appearance that looks almost fragile. His skin is somewhat silvery pale, contrasting nicely with his midnight blue hair. The natural Elven beauty and grace is there, but somehow subdued. Closer observation shows you subtle movements, ever so slight flickers of fingers, lips uttering soundless words. His appearance shouts Ranger to you; the double set of Star's at his waist a dead give away. The flash of dark energies in his eyes tells you sorcery.

Like his magic, Neodis seems to be focusing away from his reputation of constant unrestrained joy and fun. Something serious is happening. His smile is a memory, replaced with sarcasm, subdued with dry whit. His ruffled hair has been cut and brushed, his impulsive curiosity held in check with a reserved indifference. His hard eye's still concentrate on the cookbook he uses but the tears have been wiped and forgotten.

The tattoo of a black crescent-shaped moon seems to have darkened; it still shimmers below his left eye but is somehow more evil, less bright. Stronger burns the devotion to his Mistress, Bliss, Goddess of the Coven of the Ashen Moon.