Talk:Zillah Grimes

She stands at perhaps five-foot-six, her frame holding feminine curves and long lines. Her hair is a matte black, loose waves twisting lazily down to her mid back, a fringe of bangs across her forehead. Her skin is a pale grey, ghostly and pallid, with shifts in darkness, patterning, not unlike Damascus steel. There are patches of scales as well, black and shiny, until the light hits them just right and the myriad colors show. Dark eyes are blue...or is that black?...shifting like the ocean at night, devoid of white. They are lined in thick kohl, smokey eyeshadow, rimmed with impossibly long lashes. Her lips are the black of the space between the stars, and usually hold a curve of wry amusement. Blackened fingertips, and a faint shadow that always seems to fall about her, mark her appearance, travel in her wake. She is haunting, but there is a beauty to it. Something otherworldly, and far from human. She's clothed in velvets, the fabric a deep black, soft as nightfall. Long-sleeved, though the dress is far from modest when it comes to the bust line, showing off more than a flash of cleavage, and the tightness of its fit in bust and torso. Long fingers are adorned by a multitude of rings, several on some fingers. Atop her head is a crown of writhing, spiked shadows, a pale and faintly glowing moon at the center that reflects its current phase in the sky. (Striking Looks 1: Haunting Beauty. Wyrd 7. Moon Mantle 5.)