General Info:<br/><br/>Name:  Kahlil Rizznin<br/>Race:  High elven<br/>Sex:  Female<br/>Profession:  Witch/Sorceress<br/>Hair color:  White-blonde<br/>Eye color:  Gray<br/><br/>Created for Faolan<br/><br/>The battle had been fierce, but somehow the elves had held off the drow, at least for one more night.  Losses had been few, more injuries than deaths, thank the gods.  And the mages were at last released to their own chambers to rest.  Kahlil Rizznin, one of those who had served with her mage-skills, moved to her own large tent, collapsing upon the fur-covered pallet that served as her bed.  Sweat had marred her fair skin, causing the white-blonde hair to stick to her face in a most unattractive manner.<br/><br/>After a moment, she determined that a bath was in order.  Unlike her quarters at home, she would not have servants tending to her every whim here.  Standing from the bed, she slid out of the stained robe, throwing it into a pile of dirty clothing that she'd intended to at least soak a long while ago.  A fresh simple gown was selected from her remaining clothing, as well as slippers that padded her feet, and she headed out and toward the spring where they all bathed.  There were guards stationed around, so she felt no trepidation as she laid her clothing upon the bank and slid into the water, sighing at the feel of its brisk coldness.<br/><br/>Kahlil, like most of her female compatriots, was a sight to behold in her naked glory.  When allowed to fall loose, her white-blonde hair fell past her buttocks, nearly to mid-thigh in thick waves that curled slightly when wet.  Her face had that angular beauty that seemed almost otherworldly to human men but was considered quite common among her own kind; it was those eyes, those gray eyes, that seemed to draw men in.  They changed with her mood, from soft and misty when happy, to the color of a storm at sea when her anger was raised.  A graceful neck supported that moody head, and it in turn was supported by a body that has not been given over to a life of lazy luxury.  She was toned and willowy, with curves enough to denote her as feminine.  Her breasts were small and firm, with pale pink nipples that hardened in the cold water; a flat belly spanned down to the hairless lips of her sex, framed by narrow hips that also sported a firm pair of buttocks.  Long legs tapered down to small, perfect feet, and it was this complete figure that swam languid strokes through the invigorating water.