<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HjdPHxS.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Singing Sparrow<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Plantation<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Motes:</strong>13/13 Personal | 20/33 Peripheral (13 Committed) | Willpower 6/6<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>Dim<br/><br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>Awakened Carnal Demiurge (Indefinite; Appearance +1, targets of seduction get -1 Resolve), Harmonious Presence Meditation (Indefinite; +3 dice to all non-Stealth social influence), Amulet of Dawn’s Infinite Resplendence (Artifact; +2 dice to rolls to disguise, resist poison, and Appearance-based social actions)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Plain at first glance, but skillfully carved at the second. Deceptively simple, yet rather appealing. Not what she expected from the building's design, but she wasn't disappointed.<br/><br/>But there was something at the plantation with beauty that wouldn't take a close look to appreciate, yet invited one nonetheless. Or rather, some<em>one</em>. An alluring, fiery-haired young woman approached the plantation with a confident stride, her eyes scanning her surroundings with both curiosity and purpose. Though to say she was<em>alluring</em>was like to call the sun<em>bright</em>; true, maybe, but painfully understated. Her beauty was almost divine without any of the unapproachable loftiness that word implied, every aspect of her form and posture, from the sensual sway of her hips to the small smile on her lips, so enticing she almost seemed to be whispering invitations into the ears of onlookers with her steps. Her body was trim and toned, yet blessed with curves many that could make nymphs jealous, and she showed it off with pride. Her garment consisted of two scarlet silk ribbons that stretched down from her golden collar, winding around her body and over her breasts to push them into a lusciously deep display of cleavage, then lower, wrapping around her hips in a form-fitting skirt that barely stretched to mid thigh. The outfit provided some small amount of modesty but revealed much of her shapely limbs and narrow waist, and the gaps between the ribbons often showed off teasing glimpses of more intimate areas of flesh, and clung tight where they did not.<br/><br/>But as much as she enjoyed the slack-jawed stares of locals, Sparrow was here for a purpose. Or rather, a job. Her gaze only lingered briefly on the workers out of curiosity; she was here to meet with a noble, and wasn't in the mood to make him wait and start things off on the wrong foot. So her eyes swept over her surroundings... admittedly unsure what exactly she was looking for, but confident she wouldn't have to look long. She didn't dress like this to blend in, after all.<br/><br/>If their roles were reversed, she'd be on that like a tyrant lizard on fresh meat, anyway.