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A noblewoman in her late twenties, Fiamma is a lady of graceful bearing and somewhat stark features. Though she's not very tall, the way she carries herself makes it seem so. Her back is upright, chin elevated, looking down on the world with idle curiosity. Her hair, black as coal, tumbles down her shoulders in wild waves. Something in the set of her lips seems more watchful than the eye, more shrewd. Her eyes reveal nothing. They are as empty as they are dark, outlined in kohl and shadowed with thick lashes. There is some softness beneath the harsh features, though not obvious at first glance. | |||
Her manner of dress is just as striking. It plays with tradition, skirting the edge of eccentric. Pale skin meets fabric that is a fine charcoal black, almost velveteen, though not as soft. There is always a small detail of red, a flame amidst the coals, whether a jewel or some other trinket. Lace is layered tightly upon her breasts, hinting more and revealing less in the cut of her cleavage. Her arms are left bare, her shoulders encircled in upright, irregular spikes of lace. A corseted bodice accentuates the curve of waist, though it doesn't widen into one of those cumbersome, large skirts. A cut of fabric in front and back stands in lieu, reminiscent of ancient warriors. The slits on the sides give freedom of movement, revealing legs covered in black tights. Riding boots mean business, but not without a flair of rugged elegance. The outfit manages to be regal and practical at the same time. | |||
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