<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 (4'8/85)<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">Everyone's height</div><div class="spoiler_body">Brynn: 4'8/85<br/>Megan: 5'2<br/>Knight: 6'9</div></div><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/><br/>Brynn's warm chuckle swirled through the room as they walked arm in through the elegant rooms.<strong>“I'm going to remember you said that, and that you will only fall in love on a mountaintop ... it can be the first of your three Impossible Tasks used to deal with your hordes of suitors.”</strong>She was still laughing, her eyes sparkling, her low, smokey voice filled with anticipation, as they walked into the parlor.<br/><br/>Her eyes lit with an honest delight and she simply gazed for a few moments at the magnificent statue come to life. Surely he was a Prince? He was certainly amazing, towering over the two of them. Bronze skin, much like her own. Her gaze darted to his ears, searching his face to see if he was a Nephlim Dukzarist, like her. Square jawline, intelligent eyes, raven black hair, azure eyes. She gave a soft<strong>“Ooh...!”</strong>of simple delight, and clutched her friend's arm tightly.<br/><br/>Now he … belonged in dreams.<br/><br/>Then her gaze fell to his shoulders. And lingered for they were worth another look.  A gentle<strong>“Ahh!”</strong>of satisfaction escaped as she saw that his dark hair was bound into a tail that fell all the way to his waist. And at his waist was a sword, azure wrappings that matched his vest and eyes.<br/><br/>Brynn stared at him, towering a full two feet over her. She gripped her friend's arm that much harder  and whispered,<strong>“If he's our escort, he has to dance with us at least once, right?”</strong>A shiver of anticipation rushed through her and she abruptly recalled her manners.<br/><br/>She stepped forward and curtseyed,<strong>“I am Miss Brynn Connovich, this is my friend Lady Megan Austin.” </strong><br/>