Skin, Eyes, Hands, Legs, Hair, Mouth (one for each character perhaps? c: )
Ruddy and scarred, but not leather-like. Dusky dark brown. Her skin suggests she is older than she is when she first becomes the Captain of Hegathe, cracked in places and marred in others. Usually covered in grime, or dirt, or blood. It doesn’t always derail from her appearance, but it is a distraction. After being in the hot sun for long periods of time, speckles show across her nose. And after the war is over, her sister insists on gently pressing oils into her cheeks. Her skin is never soft, but she glows.
Clean, manicured as much as possible, soft. The only indicators of a difficult childhood are a few choice scars around the fingers of her right hand, where she grabbed a piece of unevenly cut Dwemer metal when she was fifteen. In general, Del’avi puts work into her appearance, even keeping her nails clean and hands soft for surprisingly firm handshakes when men in power meet her eyes.
It’s heavy and thick, his hair, holding its own weight on his shoulders. Dredded with care, Jelani often tangles gold ribbon or thin twine through it. His mother insists on gold in these matters, as gold is a color that commands attention, shining in the desert like a daytime star. Like most Kadesh men, his hair lacks the odd white-brown color as his aunt, mother, and sister’s hair does. Instead, it’s a rich black, falling to his shoulder blades.
Slim yet sturdy, legs that flatter the assassin on the go. They are not as thick as her aunt’s, much as Rezza resembles Izeera, but she has speed on her side. Men (and sometimes women) with wandering eyes linger on them when she wears something fit to her frame. She may or may not notice. They’ve carried her across Tamriel. Quiet as a mouse when she pleases, her master forcing them into limber tools, to which she uses in ways her mother cannot.
He could talk you into or out of selling your sister for gold, depending on your desires. Full lips, naturally pulled up into a grin that melts hearts. They disappear when he shifts, teeth and claw more intimidating than a smile. He uses both when possible.
Eyes - Jelani, Kuvar, Izeera, Del’avi, Rezza, and many others.
Family eyes. Dull silver, unique to a Redguard of their family’s class. They’ve carried through generations. A reminder of what has been and where. Sometimes they are on someone regal. Other time, a poor fisherman. When you see them, you know what bloodline they come from, and you know to run— or fall in love.
