*enters, an almost detached air to his step, as if he'd prefer to observe the world from the outside before joining in -- he's a tall sandy-haired young man, around thirty, dressed in clothing that's neat but rumpled around the edges, as if he's polite enough to try making a good impression but busy enough that he can't be bothered to care too much ( Read more... )

Prepare, O community, to be dazzled ( Read more... )

*and, as has come to be expected, enter an angel on wing* *her hair is a buttery blonde, her eyes a sky blue; she is a Sharon Shinn Mary Sue* *her bearing is composed enough, but she is withdrawn and stands off to the side -- she isn't the sort to make a spectacle of herself* *after taking a moment to orient herself, she'll smile slightly and nod ( Read more... )