<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e3/9e/99/e39e99e3f2b2b15076818222194e7d1b.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Kiera 'Kie' Virtanen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222892#msg13222892)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Thorn & Talon | Chapel<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Graduation<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Floor-length, dove grey, velvet, hooded cape (http://artemisia.com/store/images/Gry-GryGallery.jpg) & thigh-high, silver. strappy stilettos (https://onlymaker.com/image/cache/catalog/onlymaker/product/om160822/1-540x480.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Triss & Gilead | Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Nothing Naughty, yet.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>There was no telling how long the cleric had been standing off to the side of the room, somehow disappearing into the woodwork, despite her striking face and impressive 5'11" height.  Perhaps it could be chalked up to her perfect silence and stillness, as well as the all-encompassing velvet cloak that surrounded her in pale grey fabric from the top of her head to the floor at her feet.  The loose hood served well to hide her striking golden hair and partially dilute the power of her celestially flawless features, making it somewhat easier for her to go unnoted.<br/><br/>However, as she stirred from her place against the wall, the lights struck sparks off the flecks of golden shimmer in her skin.  Her cloak remained modestly closed around her form from the thigh up, but as she swayed over to the refreshment table, the bottom provided brief peaks at legs so deliciously sculpted they could make a grown man weep.  Her high, pointed heels were surprisingly silent on the stone floors, suggesting her steps were as light as a sigh.<br/><br/>She offered Triss and Gilead a serene smile; her full, berry-pink lips the material on which dreams were built and their curving revealed the dimples in her cheeks.  "Hello, Triss...Gilead.  Are you as excited as I am to finally be recognized as elite?  I'm hoping there will be a pretty certificate or even a shiny medal."<br/><br/>She glanced from Triss to Gilead and back, tilting her head slightly even as she reached out to pick up a cup of wine off the tray of a passing neophyte.  The sleeves of her cape were wide, and the pointed tops were attached to silver rings she wore on the middle finger of each hand.  This pretty detail served to hide the tattoos on the backs of her hands, symbols which revealed the true, and far from chaste, source of her unholy power.  Of course, most, if not all, of the members of the Choir were already aware that the appearance of chastity and gentleness was all a front, and beneath her modest robes lay a wanton whore.  But, she enjoyed the game and almost played it well enough to fool even those who knew the truth.<br/>