<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Piav.jpg)</div><strong>Piav Nimorene</strong><br/><br/><br/>A stranger might assume that Piav is ill. A notable warmth exudes from her person at all times, and there is a subtle flush, as if of fever, to her pale skin. Otherwise, she is dark-haired and dark-eyed, with sharp, even features and the kind of fine-boned delicacy that ages well.<br/><br/>Like most clerics of her order, she wears black. A loose robe with a deep hood and full sleeves, that doesn't quite conceal her steel scale armor. She keeps a morning star on a loop on her belt. The armor does a pretty fair job of blurring a slender figure, although it takes the loose robes to blur her long legs and the long, nimble tail that acts as a third hand, as often as not.<br/><br/><br/>Not up there in the 'sweet' factor, Piav is ... mostly a nice girl. She is, unfortunately, also an honest girl who makes no claims to being 'misunderstood', or any of that - she knows very well what she is and why she was dumped on the doorstep of the Grey Tower as a baby. She's never had any illusions about her chance of survival had she not been, either.<br/><br/>Fortunately, she has a talent for matters divine, and even enjoys the job, most times - she even has some appreciation for the irony involved.<br/><br/><br/>