Changeling - Darkling.

Anyone want to help me figure out how to fill out a table top roleplay character sheet?lol ( no.Seriously.I have no clue.I prefure freestyle forum rp on norm.)

So yeah, my love was consitering running a White Wolf Changelings: The Lost game and the world seems pretty damned kewl. So i came home and tinkered around google trying to find as many pdfs as i could( am in no way buying the cursed books...Too much Money!)and decided if i did decide to try and play my first tabletop game ,it would probly be with this or vampires.

So uh*blink* its probly a leechfinger darkling of the autumn Court. I just...dont know what each merit mantle contract ,etc are. Rarw blagh!

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<sub>Hair: In the pathway set for a tiara, a widows peek presses up from her temples and sweeps outward. So extreme is the peek that within twin gaps she has gathered hair from either side to form tight braids.

Britle lack-luster ebony tresses spiral in untidy masses about her face. Thier consistancy is in such a manner that one might almost overlook the bits of twig and brair matted within . From said mass, trickals several strands of dreads-each of varying lengths that sway 2 and frow to the lulling rythmn of her step.

Body: Her frame was a small one -waifish and willowy. Emaciated to an unsettling degree that the strange woman sways on dainty boot clad feet like the last autumn leaf come a frigid winter breeze.

She is also quite small chested, a pert bosom not even children could envy. Between the line of her breasts a most paculiar mark crosses from callar bone downward. A scar in the shape of a star or gingerbread man---perhaps rather a melding of the two upose to one or the other, is clearly visiable.

It slides down the lenght of her chest to disapear beneath the inky folds of her simple gown and across her sensative underbelly. A stomach soft as satin and delicate like that of a toad.

Pale two, is this one! With a complection that while alabaster in shade it encompases bits of lavender and sage .It is most noticable by the harsh circles of plum which haze about sleepily either eye. Paler still would be the remarkably opaque titanium white that from finger(toe) tip and up fades with irridesant flecks of indigo,cyan and gold. Angry violet viens travel up her ankles and calfs, marring the opalesent illussion like bits of shattered glass.

Her hands as well, hold a abnormaly to thier gem-stone shimmer. As they come to elongated points, one might mistake her to posess a fine set of claws. However Her nails had long since been torn away. Agian and agian so much so that in thier absence the tips of her fingers have become calcified and hardend to a point with calus.
*usualy always red and sore as if always digging through layers of permafrost

Eyes:
A thin crisp ring takes dominance in the right eye. Swimming in a pool of black both eyes will yield forth darker shadows of amber and honey browns. On such occation it is still plain to see, with one burning orb of eldorado floating along side its gaunt twin, her vision is greatly deminisioned in the left side.

Done in one night on Open Canvas</sub>