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Derik
A young man of lean build, more thin than toned. He has what might
pass for an attractive face if it weren't perpetually set in frowns and
tight brows. His hands are delicate, better suited to fine work than
heavy toil and his auburn hair is rackishly long more from reasons of
neglect than any sense of style.
Donia
Inanimate, she is not a girl who stands out in a crowd of peasants.
She is not terribly short, but perhaps an inch or two below average
for a girl her age, in her time and class. Chalk it up to poor
nutrition, perhaps. She has the somewhat wiry frame of one who works
much and eats little. Her hair is the colour of burnt honey, and her
eyes the colour of the overcast sea. She usually wears a working
dress of coarse fabric, and sometimes wears a dingy apron. She binds
her feet in rags when it is too cold to go barefoot, or goes hunting.
Her only nice piece of clothing is a dark, woolen cloak, which appears
to be in considerably better shape than the rest of her clothes. When
she works, she binds her long hair back into a bun.
However, she is an animate creature, and her motions and behaviours
set her apart from her peers. She has that little bit of presence or
charisma which pushes her just that one notch above base mediocrity.
She is vivacious and engaging in a manner that one would not expect
from one who has few options in life but to merely survive. Her
motions do not communicate grace, so much as they communicate an air
of competence.
Her mother's beauty was an old beauty. It was cold, static, and
hopelessly fragile. Beside her, it seems as though Donia has crafted
beauty anew, out of mottled clay, through sheer force of will, like
some little amateur god playing her first real trick on the world.
Keegan
Keegan Duff is a middling man -- middling height, middling build, with
brown eyes and brown hair. Very little about him is remarkable; he's not
too attractive, nor is he ugly. His clothes are the robes of a monk's
apprentice.
Pwyll
His is a handsomeness stolen from some far away land and brought here,
where it is both more exotic and less appreciated. He is dark eyed and
dark complected, his features lent more weight and depth by the solemn
intensity of his regard. His attention does not quite dart, as one might
expect from one of his young age, but rather wanders deliberately from
point to point in a curiously introspective manner. His long fingers
twitch, occasionally, as if seeking the remembrance of some grip so long
forgotten that even the memory of its memory has passed.
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