Though at first glance somewhat plain in appearance, Aniko moves with a refined grace that seems to come easily to her. Her clothes are simple but well made, unadorned but clearly expensive. Her hair is soft and simply dressed, a vivid contrast to the complex cut and curls of modern fashion; unadorned save for a thin band of gold that holds her hair from her face, the shoulder-length hair is cut in an older, more militant style several centuries out of date. At times, the warlock’s eyes blaze forth with life. They’re then filled with hunger and a raw, uncaring need.
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| - Though at first glance somewhat plain in appearance, Aniko moves with a refined grace that seems to come easily to her. Her clothes are simple but well made, unadorned but clearly expensive. Her hair is soft and simply dressed, a vivid contrast to the complex cut and curls of modern fashion; unadorned save for a thin band of gold that holds her hair from her face, the shoulder-length hair is cut in an older, more militant style several centuries out of date. At times, the warlock’s eyes blaze forth with life. They’re then filled with hunger and a raw, uncaring need.
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| - Though at first glance somewhat plain in appearance, Aniko moves with a refined grace that seems to come easily to her. Her clothes are simple but well made, unadorned but clearly expensive. Her hair is soft and simply dressed, a vivid contrast to the complex cut and curls of modern fashion; unadorned save for a thin band of gold that holds her hair from her face, the shoulder-length hair is cut in an older, more militant style several centuries out of date. A slender woman of only moderate height, Aniko possesses delicate features and arresting eyes that are pale green flicked with gold. Cold amusement lurks beneath their surface. Her skin is taut with the inelasticity of magically-enforced youth. The blood elf’s lips are full, hinting at a vital sensuality mimicked by her often lingering gaze. At times, the warlock’s eyes blaze forth with life. They’re then filled with hunger and a raw, uncaring need.
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