Grinn

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• Basic Information

  • Name: Lucretia Villier
  • Nickname/Alias: Grinn
  • Age: 27
  • Gender: Female
  • Species/Race: Human
  • Orientation: Pansexual

• Physical Appearance

  • Height: 5'9"
  • Eye Color: Bright Yellow
  • Hair Color: Jet Black
  • Skin Tone: Richly tan; torso slightly pale in comparison
  • Body Type: Slender Pear Shape

• Background

  • Place of Birth: New Coventry
  • Current Location: Mount Sheol
  • Profession: Corsair; Convict; Rogue; Vagabond
  • Skills/Trade: Illusive Magic; Intimidation; Swordsmanship; Telekinesis

• Miscellaneous Information

  • Personality: Grinn's spardonic attitude often made encounters difficult with her constant suspicions of guilt, her mood swings utterly sporadic in nature, one tiny spark could dramatically shift the balance of unstable emotions. Always agitated with her attempts to reclaim what was lost long ago, but amidst the rough exterior that was showcased, dormant underneath lied a more gentle woman that rarely surfaced.

• Full Description

  Her beauty was strictly measured in the eyes of the beholder, life seemed incredibly harsh for the femme, body literally covered from head to toe in gruesome scars. Standing around five feet and nine inches, she would live up to the name Grinn, from both edges of her lips where a permenant grin would be forever carved into her cheeks to always appear as if she were grinning ear to ear like the cheshire cat. Though that would hardly be the case, for when she truly smiled or grin it would inspire absolute wickedness in her features, the calm before the storm as she was often easily incited to acts of unstable violence. Fashioning two scars across her lips and left eye that curved across her forehead, even the bridge of her nose received a beauty 'mark', multiple attempts to have her throat cut that were just shy of fatal; across the tops of her breasts where they randomly scattered across her torso and limbs. Surprisingly long straight black hair flowed down to the middle of her back, a pair of unnaturally yellow almond shaped eyes, usually narrowed in a slight glare wherever her gaze may travel. Despite her possibly intimidating looks, it was impossible to ignore the feminine swells and curvature her body possessed, seemingly as if she were attempting to hide them in loose clothing. Her breasts threatening to spill out of the partially buttoned up white shirt overlapping the grey trousers she wore, a blue coat generally tied around her waist lazily by the sleeves. Her weapons consisting of a broken cutlass sheathed into the scabbard upon her hip then the dagger sheathed upon the opposite side appeared to be the only two at her disposal.