<div class="floatright">(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/Animacharacter1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Brynn Connovich</span><br/><strong>Player:</strong>Idariel<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Wizard/Mentalist<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Nephlim Dukzarist ( )<br/><strong>Ethnicity: </strong><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>10<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Proper Description</div><div class="spoiler_body">Long, dark red hair with a faint wave, often confined back from her face with a single, twisted hair band that dangled ornaments at her temple. A sculpted face, pouting lips and gypsy dark, black eyes are often disregarded at first, due to her unusual, decidedly elegant and curved ears. Dark skin, in a smooth even bronze neither tans in the summer nor darkens in the winter. She has a sensually curved body with a generous bust, narrow waist and slender hips.<br/>She loves the feel of metal against her body, as it vibrates to her magic, so prefers metal earrings (of which she has five in each ear, metal head band, metal necklace, low slung belt and even elaborate metal bracers that sinuously curl up her arms.<br/>Beautiful and wealthy, she is comfortable in social situations but not ambitious for power, so the slights of the more nobly born fall off of her. She nearly always dresses in red, with a high dramatic collar and sweeping skirts. When left alone, she will often sing or hum, choosing melodies and words that evoke dreams.<br/>She has a mischievous and playful nature, more inclined to laugh then cry, and play then work. But then to her … magic is play.<br/>Voice: Smokey, low alto.<br/>Smile: Mischievous, Dreamy, Mysterious<br/>Laugh: Warm chuckle, that swirls around the room.<br/>Scent: Hot buttered rum, with a dash of coconut</div></div><strong>Hair:</strong>Dark Red, with wave.<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Gypsy dark, black eyes with tilt.<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Bronze<br/><strong>Scent:</strong>Hot buttered rum, with a dash of coconut<br/><strong>Voice:</strong>Smokey, low alto.<br/><strong>Magical Portfolio:</strong>Dreams, Illusion, Fire, Telepathy<br/><strong>Size:</strong>11<br/>(need height/weight)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Ball – Day 1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Megan<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ball gown – only imagine it red</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/BrynnBallGownback.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/BrynnBallGownFront.jpg)<br/>(red gowns should be here sometime tomorrow) </div></div><br/>Brynn, bronze skinned and red headed, with slanted eyes and elegant, tilted ears regarded her lovely sister spirit and laughed.<strong>“Not like that, Megan! Didn't your mother teach you any hunting skills? Here ...”</strong>So saying she, helped her friend bend forward, and thus adjust the corset, before standing upright again. Her dark, gypsy eyes danced with mirth. She leaned close and whispered,<strong>“I've a few extra kerchiefs if you really wish to husband hunt while we're here. But you never know … with your bloodlines, you could win a prince!”</strong><br/><br/>Brynn's careful contemplation of her figure in the looking glass was rather to avoid showing too much, in this environ; what Megan could get away with, due to her breeding, would be condemned in a merchant's daughter. And they wouldn't be any good at protecting the Prince if they weren't accepted socially!<br/><br/>Her gown was tightly corseted, yes, with the satin under-dress possessing a long, sensual like of cordage going down the back from her shoulder blades to her the very top of her bottom, but the chiffon over dress had a lovely, light jacket that ghosted over her arms and swept up into an elegant collar around her neck.<br/><br/>Very lovely, modest … except that it was in a vibrant, deep red. She laughed, and twirled.<strong>“I always wanted to go to a ball.”</strong><br/><br/>She shook her head,<strong>“I didn't expect it either … it has to be due to your family, that we are guests! And at a Royal Ball!”</strong>Her warm, rich chuckle swirled around the room, and she hugged Megan.<strong>“Are you ready? Because I wish to see everything!”</strong><br/>