Krasia Lys Tahjin

Description -
Shimmering silver locks of moonlight fall past the small of her back fretted with thin decorative braids, glass beads and rich hued feathers. Clearly a point of vanity, it seems tirelessly cared for, untouched by weave or curl her layered windswept waves falling to mask marginally arched ears. Indolent slothful eyes share two orbs of liquid night encircled with glistening flecks of crimson shadowed by thin dark lashes and sharp eyebrows. An even nose sits above lush peach-hued lips together centering her sharp haughty features. Her flesh is a flawless mocha, showing all the signs expected of one born beneath Antrippan's desert sun. Faint feminine curves grace her slyly curvaceous figure revealing well-rounded breasts that fall to a sloping midriff and subtly rounded hips. Both her hands bear thin finely boned fingers each set with long richly glazed nails filed sharp to a near point bordering on the impractical. The woman holds a suave yet languid carriage, height emphasized by a near faultless posture. The sun-kissed skin of the woman's feminine form is portrayed with relative ease through her gossamer garments. Sharp streaks of dark bronze kohl fashioned from the resin of crushed galena and stibnite has been artfully set to highlight the both her dark slothful eyes along with eye shadow fashioned from malachite. Her hair has been fixed up in an exotic guise, looping about itself in an artful fashion with a smattering of both thick and thin braids. The orange-red pigment of henna weaves and spirals, twists and twirls about her arms and legs where all hair has been meticulously removed. The exotic scent of desert flowers surrounds her.

<floating nearby> (MG) the exotic scent of desert flowers
<worn on head> a fine, onyx-set silver hairstick
<worn on eyes> (M) a fine dash of thick black kohl
<worn on ears> (G) a fine silver hoop and a long rich-hued feather
<worn as a medal> an Infinium clan medallion
<worn around neck> an elemental locket
<worn around neck> (G) a lion pelt cloak with dark spidersilk trim
<worn on body> a revealing, amethyst kaftan embroidered with silver
<worn on arms> a weaving silver armband of a coiling serpent
<worn around l. wrist> (M) assorted thick and thin shimmering bangles
<worn around r. wrist> (M) a thick, diamond-set, fine silver bracelet
<worn on hands> a supple pair of night-black snakeskin gloves
<worn on l. finger> (G) a delicate, feminine, onyx-set ring
<worn on r. finger> (G) a silver, vine-etched cats-eye-set ring
<worn about body> (M) a fine silver-clasped, night-black snakeskin knapsack
<worn about waist> a delicate belt of silver-links worn low on the hips
<worn on legs> a night-black spidersilk sarong with a fire-dancing print
<worn on feet> a pair of strapped, knee-high snakeskin sandals

Personality -
a noble Louryl Lystraian House Krasia Ash'ar Tah'jin said to be a keen blend between the temperaments of both her Father and The result of such is a refined dignified composure and a sharp mind, cunning in thought. Very much a noble in looks and deeds Krasia's status and somewhat privileged upbringing has however left her somewhat vain made all the more evident with her education, her reading, learning, theorising and scribing on parchment quill in hand well into the night concepts and ideals she thinks commoners, slaves and lesser races simply haven't the intellect for. Krasia enjoys the fine thing things in life, fine clothing and jewellery, fine wine and fine company. With striking manners and more often than not, portraying a patient demeanour, she holds her emotions in check. Krasia
does not openly hold distain to those she feels are 'lesser' she treats them well and kind enough, but sees her people the Louryl as the greater, the city Lystraia as the finer, the country Antrippa the more noble.


Background -
With an irritated sigh the lithe, silver-spiral-haired woman sat up from within the fine four poster mahogany bed holding its while silken sheets against her otherwise naked form. Her head was pounding, hazy vision cracking from the harsh Antripppan sun light piercing through the thin gossamer curtains across the chamber bearing to mind the fact that it was well passed midday, at least last nights sandstorm had passed. She caught sight of empty wineglasses surrounded by similarly vacant wine bottles, some bulbous and squat, others thin, slender and sharp; all empty. No mercy would be given for the pain self inflicted through her indulgences.

The naked dark auburn-haired, bronze skinned man asleep aside her stirred drawing her attention back to her chambers, and the slave lingering, message in hand standing before her. She had many rooms, but this being her main was indeed exquisite with no expense spared. Lit dimly by an array of dark scented candles; scarlet furnishings draped the walls while warm rich carpet swept across the floor in intricate spiralling patterns. A small
fireplace laid to the left set into the wall while to the right a broad oak bed sat draped in silks decorated with elaborate carvings and silver filigree. It came complete with two fine matching nightstands where a milky-glass lantern sat. The last of the furnishings was where she spent most her time. The desk was also crafted of the same red-oak wood and sat against the wall with an elaborate velvet cushioned chair beneath it. Covered in books, scrolls and parchments to the one side the other held a mortar and pestle as well as a few potion bottles and vials all sitting on a silver serving tray with a handful of scented oils, purfumes and face pastes. The faint scent of candles and incense lingered within the air.

Turning back to the cause of her current interruption she smoothed out her silver locks sweep them back before reaching out with her sharp glazed nailed fingers abruptly snatching the rolled scroll of vellum parchment from the grasp of the young slave girl who lingered nervously and untied the silken cord fastened about the scroll wondering what news or message awaited within. Her dark slothful eyes began to wash over the many letters set in a neat yet sharp fashion across the parchment before her gaze narrowed as her brow furrowed somewhat and she fell all the more pensive with each passing Krasia Ashar Tah'jin smiled to herself with a smug sense of satisfaction, it was clear now the time had come, everything was about to change. Hailing from her fathers lavish estates within the
illustrious city Lystraia, Krasia Ashar Tah'jin born of pure, undiluted Louryl ancestry is the daughter of Akil Lys Tah'jin, Regent within Lystraia and one of the few remaining prominent figures within the cities hierarchy whose ancestry can be traced back before its unfortunate destruction. Serving under her father, appointed as an Emissary, Krasia has travelled across the sands arriving at Antrippa City and taking up residence in a small opulent manor within the wealthy districts.

Those who might enquire would find that the origins of House Tah'jin can be traced well back to the founding of Lystraia and that it played a significant part in facilitating its preliminary political success' and was an active patronage of the arts. However, while its existence is longstanding House Tahjin has been in decline like so many others struggling to rebuild adn rise from the ashes after the devestation brought forth by the Kryitis Empire. House Tahjin's numbers have dwindled as has its esteemed status and and overall influence and thus its focus has largely turned its attentions inward to its own economic growth ensuring its various holdings remain manageable, profitable and the few within the fold remain well bred, educated, talented, affluent and articulate and in good standing throughout the region. Along with the th economic benifits, it is speculated that the appointment of an Emissary is an effort to gain greater influence in Lystraia and beyond branching out of the political stalemate House Tahjin has found itself in for so long. Nay-sayer's and more nefarious gossips claim that it is but a last ditch effort to stop the House from falling into the shadows of the past and off the pages of the history books forever.

[ ] - Apprentice and earn Masters Esteem
[ ] - Four Diplomatic acts that further Lystraia's interests.
[ ] - Draft Four Official Documents as Emissary.
[ ] - Spec Enchanting
[ ] - Become known as the Enchantress of the Sands.
[ ] - Pacifist & Philanthropist.
[ ] - Awaken (Shapeshifter).

RP attempting to arrange trade/sales.
RP travel - hiring mercenaries, tracking guides, guards.
RP hiring entertainers & cooks for business partners/meetings.
RP gambling, smoking, drinking wine etc.
RP vanity in living lavish, rich tastes.
RP writing about house notable Antrippan Houses/Families.
RP writing a commissioned book for another.
RP writing formal documents as Emissary for Lystraia
RP writing about the four elements, genies, religion, enchanting.
RP writing about the foolishness of the West.
RP writing about diseases, herbs, potions, poisons.