"Frost" - Female Tiefling Barbarian
The night noises of the City of Glass swell briefly as the door opens, then fade again into the monotonous buzz of conversation and clattering of dishes that are the hallmark of a prosperous inn in a large city.
The warm lamplight casts a ruddy glow on what is obviously pale skin - not the sickly white of one who lives her life in the underground but a pure snowy white suffused with the healthy pink of flowing blood. Ice blue eyes, so startlingly pale they are almost colorless, and hair of silver with the slightest tint of blue confirm the tall woman's otherworldly bloodlines for any astute enough to notice the unearthly grace of her movements.
She smiles slightly as her gaze easily pierces even the darkest corners of the tavern's common room, and she begins making her way to the bar. As she glides sinuously through the crowded room, some of those to whom she passes closely feel a chill, a slight winter breeze snaking up their spine in the muggy heat of the city, and their arms are briefly pimpled with goosebumps.
So much a part of her is the huge sword across her back that it passes unremarked until she slips the baldric over her head and leans the weapon against the bar. "Barkeep, ale if it pleases you. Make it something with a little flavor!" Silver rings as she drops a piece on the bar. Her voice, pleasant but nothing extraordinary, speaks the common tongue with the musical lilt of far off places.
When her ale arrives, dark and foamy, she raises the mug to the barkeeper and takes a long, appreciative swallow before turning to lean back against the bar and survey the room.
[sblock=OOC]Having a little trouble with the mark-up; I'll fix the color as soon as I figure out how to show the code so I can change it. Ah, that's got it![/sblock]