
| Full Name |
Alarienne Elsbeta Vivienne the Lady Blakros |
| Race |
Elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Gunslinger 1/Swashbuckler 5/Investigator 4/Wizard 1 |
| Gender |
Female |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
How impolite..! |
| Special Abilities |
Many |
| Alignment |
CG |
| Deity |
Calistria |
| Location |
Absalom |
| Languages |
Many |
| Occupation |
Barrister/Bounty Hunter/Freelance adventurer |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
20 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
16 |
About Alarienne Blakros
Alarienne is tall, with long raven black hair and dark blue eyes, all of a color in the elven manner. She has full perfectly symmetrical features, with graceful arching brows, high cheekbones, and full lips. Her neck is long and graceful, an expanse of creamy skin kissed by just enough sun to begin to darken.
Her clothing is all in black and red, from her just over knee height high heeled boots to her silken blouse, unlaced from the neck to display a large expanse of cleavage. She wears a black satin half-cape, thrown over her shoulders, and tied with silken cord at her neck. On the inner swell of her left breast is the tattoo of a wasp. Lace spills freely from her wrists and scarves fall about her waist. She wears a low, tight black corset with a blood red rose and thorn motif. Her leather breeches are tight, clinging to her thighs as if they were painted on. Her skin-tight black leather gloves cover delicately tapered fingers. At her slim, waspish waist, buckled casually over her scarves is a black utility belt, slung on one side with a slim rapier, basket-hilt glittering with brilliant silver over ebony flashes. On her other side hangs a long, coiled whip, and the butt end of some sort of firearm can be seen as well. She lightly dangles a black lace handkerchief in one hand, whilst the other flickers and produces a small card of quality ivory parchment stock, lettered in silver script that appears just a tad too shiny to not be some sort of minor magic. With a slow, seductive smile revealing fine, even teeth with unnervingly sharp incisors, she flourishes a courtly bow and presents you with the card.
When she speaks, her voice is low; rich and soft, like velvet touching your ears and bears the thick accent of Galt. "Alarienne Blakros at your sairvees. Barreester, Bounty 'untaire, 'umble sairvant of ze Silvaire Crusade."