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• Changeling - A Member of the Lost, new to town and looking to settle down for a bit.
• Assassin - There are a lot of bad people out there. She's willing to put them down for a price.
• Darkling - She prefers to keep to the shadows.
• Pilgrims - She is a member of The Pilgrims of the Endless Road. Are you interested in becoming the best you that you can be?

An ethereal sort of grace surrounds this woman. Hers is most certainly an athletic build, shorter in stature and slender with toned, lean muscle throughout. There is somthing oddly angular about her features, clearly inhuman, sharp and piercing one moment, soft and smooth the next as if the visage of her is altering every moment in little flexes of Wyrd. Pale, almost white skin is accented by a pure white cloud of hair that falls like a wild curtain long past her hips to settle mid thigh, occasionally pulled into thick braids in order to stay neat and out of the way. Long, curved elven-like ears are angled out out of her hair, accented with earrings and light, silver chain. Large, angled eyes are ever changing in color, accented with long, black lashes. When they move, there are strange glints of light that strike them, reflecting the light, too bright and alert. Full, bow shaped lips are painted a deep red, curved in a smirk that indicates danger.

A chilled wind seems to follow in Velvet's footsteps, like stepping outside during a mid-October morning. Lights seem to dim in her presence, even electronic bulbs seeming to take on the flicker of candlelight if she lingers for too long. In the wake of her steps is an occasional wisp of darkness, trailing the path of her fingertips, or following in the click of too sharp heels. She smells sweet like freshly fallen leaves dusted with cinnamon and apple.

A fluid-like black, silk top curves around her dainty form, wrapped around her neck and down in a crisscross across her chest, only to wind back around her waist where it ties off revealing hints of white skin in sharp contract to the dark fabric. The waist is seamlessly met by a black silk skirt, tight around her hips and down to the hem that rests a good two inches above the knee. A sharp slit curls up along one side, mid hip, allowing for an increased range of motion the skirt would otherwise lack. Cumbersome, dainty footwear complete the look, blood red in color with metal, blade-like heels. The sharp tip of the heels would be near impossible for most people to walk it, but it hardly seems to slow her down.