<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/5U6RQ.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sapphire Dusk</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>Sapphire Dusk (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158658.msg7291419#msg7291419)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Type:</strong></td><td>Solar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Caste:</strong></td><td>Night</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Motivation:</strong></td><td>Steal Mount Metagala</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Intimacies:</strong></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Scarlet Foxes (Loyalty, Devotion, Ownership)</li><li>Alcohol (Desire)</li><li>Men (Lust)</li><li>Women (Lust)</li><li>Personal Fame (Desire)</li><li>Treasure Hunting (Longing, Thrill)</li><li>The Underdog (Support)</li><li>Showing Off (Enjoyment)</li></ul></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Height:</strong></td><td>5'10"</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Weight:</strong></td><td>110 lbs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Skin:</strong></td><td>Chocolate tan skin</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hair:</strong></td><td>Long black hair, down to the end of her shoulderblades, typically tied with a sapphire blue bandana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Eyes:</strong></td><td>Golden like a white wine</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><strong>Current Effects:</strong>Any with Ess less than 3 ignore anything out of the ordinary about her and perceive her as having Appearance 6.  (3-Ess) Wp to resist the Illusion effect.<br/><strong>Anima Level:</strong>0<br/><br/>"Only workin' with me?" she gives Whisper a wink as the faint touch between their fingertips slips away.  She moves the same hand to her hip, letting her eyes give Whisper another long appraising glance with that same wry grin.  "Playful, I see, you'll be fun."<br/><br/>She figured that she should probably address what the meeting was<em>actually</em>about for a change now, since decisions were being made without her.  "Nice o' ya t' think 'bout all the different angles, Sky.  I figure Orchid probably has some kinna course of action in mind for us already, she seemed to have picked pretty particularly skilled people.  'n sure we could all march our happy asses down t' Thorns 'n show the Mask who's boss, but that don't necessarily solve any problems--he'd just play it off as war 'n march his happy little ghosts and zombies up this way.  There seems t' be 'nough o' us t' split into two groups, snatch up two prizes at once--or stick t'gether 'n overwhelm any resistance we find along the way.  Truth o' the matter is, we can't be goin' 'round playing damage control, need t' head 'im off otherwise we'll be tryin' to catch up all the while he keeps gettin' farther 'n farther ahead..."<br/><br/>She looked over as Imara entered into the room.  A late invitee, or a client of the establishment who picked the wrong room perhaps...  "Ah, it's true, most virgins have a unnatural fear of harlots' crotches," she grins to Imara.